Love ya.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Quickie
I am still alive yes. Immensely disappointed with the government's decision to retain s377a. Too many design projects to keep up with, thanks to the In-Camp training. Still celebrating raya. Will try to update with a proper entry soon.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Spread The Word Baby
Sunday, October 14, 2007
We still got it together
Me goofing around while asking for forgiveness from my Sister (who still gives me Green Packets to this day, even though I probably earn much more than her), while my dad is relaxing in the background and the mother, still as sexy as ever, even if only half of her body is in the picture. (i mean look at that body, the heels and that bag!)p.s. Hamdan's taking the picture.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Ada Cinta
In the spirit of Hari Raya, I though I post my favorite malay song of the moment, Ada Cinta.
I know we are all sick of the Acha and Irwansyah collabos (honestly Irwan, stop singing with your girlfriend already) but this particular song is less irritating then their last one.
Enjoy, and if I don't get to post again, Selamat Hari Raya!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
A sad day indeed
I was once asked what I thought of the Paris Hilton situation. This was when she released her sex tape and would eventually gain world wide notoriety. This was also when I had no idea who she was. 'So what do you think of the whole Paris Hilton issue?' a friend casually asked. My mind panicked. My mouth dried out. Do I admit the fallacy that I have no idea what the issue was about? Or do I lie? I decided against my better judgment and lied. 'Oh yes. Terrible. Terrible the whole Paris Hilton situation.' I said and quickly changed the subject.
When I reached home, I logged on to the net immediately to read on what had happen to the Hilton Hotel in Paris. Yes. I honestly believed the whole ho-ha involves the actual Hilton establishment. Was there a fire? Was it robbed? Were important dignitaries involved? It was only after much searching, did I finally realize that there was such a person called Paris Hilton, and what she had done. Now I see her everywhere.
I define myself as a person of knowledge - I know what I know , I know what I do not know and I know what I need to know. However what keeps me unsettled, the stuff that keeps me awake at night is that I do not know what I do not know - like Paris Hilton. Was my life adversely different from now, when I did not know the famed heiress? It's strange when you begin to learn something new, it begins to appear everywhere. Things you have never seen, is suddenly seen all over. Was it always there, only to be noticed when you actually realized its existence?
Knowing is the eternal quest of man. We are, however you put it, defined by the knowledge we possess. With the internet and the free access to knowledge, it seems unlikely that anyone of at least acceptable intelligence to be ignorant of world affairs. Unfortunately, this assumption, is presumptuous at best.
Together with crocs and birkenstocks, ignorance shall be the downfall of civilized society. I was speaking with a few young designers (fresh out of school, awaiting NS and job placement), and seek their opinion in regards to the recent issue of The Armenian Genocide Vote by the American House of Congress. 'What Armenian Genocide?' one of the bright eyed designer responded. 'They are some kind of race right?' another designer claimed. 'There is another racial genocide going on?' one other said, continued with a sigh of surrender. I was stunned. I am not talking to a bunch of low IQ special students here, but intelligent students who actually manage to get into design schools (singapore design schools are notoriously hard to get into). 'How can you not know about the Armenian Genocide?' I questioned, my voice more disappointed than angry.
'Oh we don't bother to keep up with the news. It has nothing to do with design,' a voice from amongst them casually claimed. I was bothered by this response. Not only are these young designers ignorant, but they are no longer ashamed of being ignorant. They even have the audacity to excuse their ignorance.
During the Chinese Revolution Era, thousand of books and scripts were burned. The chinese rulers equates these books and scripts as knowledge and understands that knowledge is power. Now we live in a time when knowledge is free. There is no reason not to empower yourself with it.
It will make you a more interesting person, no matter your current standing, at least.
When I reached home, I logged on to the net immediately to read on what had happen to the Hilton Hotel in Paris. Yes. I honestly believed the whole ho-ha involves the actual Hilton establishment. Was there a fire? Was it robbed? Were important dignitaries involved? It was only after much searching, did I finally realize that there was such a person called Paris Hilton, and what she had done. Now I see her everywhere.
I define myself as a person of knowledge - I know what I know , I know what I do not know and I know what I need to know. However what keeps me unsettled, the stuff that keeps me awake at night is that I do not know what I do not know - like Paris Hilton. Was my life adversely different from now, when I did not know the famed heiress? It's strange when you begin to learn something new, it begins to appear everywhere. Things you have never seen, is suddenly seen all over. Was it always there, only to be noticed when you actually realized its existence?
Knowing is the eternal quest of man. We are, however you put it, defined by the knowledge we possess. With the internet and the free access to knowledge, it seems unlikely that anyone of at least acceptable intelligence to be ignorant of world affairs. Unfortunately, this assumption, is presumptuous at best.
Together with crocs and birkenstocks, ignorance shall be the downfall of civilized society. I was speaking with a few young designers (fresh out of school, awaiting NS and job placement), and seek their opinion in regards to the recent issue of The Armenian Genocide Vote by the American House of Congress. 'What Armenian Genocide?' one of the bright eyed designer responded. 'They are some kind of race right?' another designer claimed. 'There is another racial genocide going on?' one other said, continued with a sigh of surrender. I was stunned. I am not talking to a bunch of low IQ special students here, but intelligent students who actually manage to get into design schools (singapore design schools are notoriously hard to get into). 'How can you not know about the Armenian Genocide?' I questioned, my voice more disappointed than angry.
'Oh we don't bother to keep up with the news. It has nothing to do with design,' a voice from amongst them casually claimed. I was bothered by this response. Not only are these young designers ignorant, but they are no longer ashamed of being ignorant. They even have the audacity to excuse their ignorance.
During the Chinese Revolution Era, thousand of books and scripts were burned. The chinese rulers equates these books and scripts as knowledge and understands that knowledge is power. Now we live in a time when knowledge is free. There is no reason not to empower yourself with it.
It will make you a more interesting person, no matter your current standing, at least.
Monday, October 01, 2007
Confessions of a designer still awake at three in the morning
1. Whenever I stumble onto a creative block, I would whip out my dick and masturbate like crazy. If this happens at work, then I really can't get over the creative block, unless I get to get off. Strange I know. But the reason I think most creatives get into a mental block is because of built up stress. When there are so many things to do, naturally the mind shuts down. When the mind shuts down, we can't get any thinking done. And since creative work demands that the brain operates at its peak, the only way to get over the creative block is to de-stress. What better way to de-stress than masturbation.
2. During my more straight in-denial years (when I use to date girls), I would use my art to attract the ladies. I would draw, paint, design and print and for some strange reason, girls buy into all these stuff. And when I go into Pieces artist mode, and start talking about the fall of artistic merit during the era of the Sun King, Louis the fourteen, hearts and self-restrain melts. The art thing is not working for the guys unfortunately.
3. My design portfolio contains a few dozens of whimsical illustrations and really few proper design work. The reason being, I spent many hours of my time, drawing, and not so much exploring graphic design. When I was hired as a graphic designer, I was pleasantly surprised. Once I went to apply for a design position at a magazine, and the creative director looked at my portfolio and chuckled. He asked where all my layout work was, and I told him I had none. He promptly told me that I was not suitable for the magazine. Now I an avid reader of the magazine.
4. My love for typography doesn't necessarily reflect my talent at the craft. I am however very particular about kerning (spaces between letters) and leading (spaces in between lines). I am also known to be able to identify font types rather accurately at times.
5. My number one pet peeves in many designers is the sacrifice of good form and execution over meaning and concept. In simpler terms, designers who excuse ugly design with clever meaning and concept. 'Oh it doesn't matter that its ugly, it's the meaning that is important.' My advise to such designers: Join an advertising agency.
6. Due to my bias for illustrations, I am known to close an eye at illustrator's high fees whenever I hire them for projects. I am however very critical at photographer's fees. Not a good example to follow.
7. A copywriter once pissed me off when she told me that it was my job to fit her long copy in a limited space. I told her that the length of copy she writes will not impress anyone, cause it sucks anyway. She flipped me, and walked out on the project. I ended up apologizing to her and writing my own copy. Tip: Do not piss off the copywriter. They are powerful word smiths. You know what, just don't piss anyone off.
8. I am embarrassed of most of my very public projects. I am extremely proud of those that are not so public. Strange I know.
9. My designs have reached the USA.
10. I believe titles in design and creative establishments and institutions to be ridiculous and laughable. It's the work that matters and nothing else. I have seen self proclaimed art director's work that shouldn't even pass through gates of art schools.
p.s - Happy Children Day!
2. During my more straight in-denial years (when I use to date girls), I would use my art to attract the ladies. I would draw, paint, design and print and for some strange reason, girls buy into all these stuff. And when I go into Pieces artist mode, and start talking about the fall of artistic merit during the era of the Sun King, Louis the fourteen, hearts and self-restrain melts. The art thing is not working for the guys unfortunately.
3. My design portfolio contains a few dozens of whimsical illustrations and really few proper design work. The reason being, I spent many hours of my time, drawing, and not so much exploring graphic design. When I was hired as a graphic designer, I was pleasantly surprised. Once I went to apply for a design position at a magazine, and the creative director looked at my portfolio and chuckled. He asked where all my layout work was, and I told him I had none. He promptly told me that I was not suitable for the magazine. Now I an avid reader of the magazine.
4. My love for typography doesn't necessarily reflect my talent at the craft. I am however very particular about kerning (spaces between letters) and leading (spaces in between lines). I am also known to be able to identify font types rather accurately at times.
5. My number one pet peeves in many designers is the sacrifice of good form and execution over meaning and concept. In simpler terms, designers who excuse ugly design with clever meaning and concept. 'Oh it doesn't matter that its ugly, it's the meaning that is important.' My advise to such designers: Join an advertising agency.
6. Due to my bias for illustrations, I am known to close an eye at illustrator's high fees whenever I hire them for projects. I am however very critical at photographer's fees. Not a good example to follow.
7. A copywriter once pissed me off when she told me that it was my job to fit her long copy in a limited space. I told her that the length of copy she writes will not impress anyone, cause it sucks anyway. She flipped me, and walked out on the project. I ended up apologizing to her and writing my own copy. Tip: Do not piss off the copywriter. They are powerful word smiths. You know what, just don't piss anyone off.
8. I am embarrassed of most of my very public projects. I am extremely proud of those that are not so public. Strange I know.
9. My designs have reached the USA.
10. I believe titles in design and creative establishments and institutions to be ridiculous and laughable. It's the work that matters and nothing else. I have seen self proclaimed art director's work that shouldn't even pass through gates of art schools.
p.s - Happy Children Day!
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