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Monday, February 9, 2009
One frame, two frames, three frames, four!/ 12:22 AM  (c)Dragain.blogspot.com My free time is coming to an end, but I'm currently drawing a lot at home using my not-so-trusty mouse as well as my much-more-trusty pencil! Sad to say, I haven't improved one bit... But I guess it helps to pass the time! Also, I've been experimenting with making animated pictures in Photoshop Elements 2. Yup, old version but handy to have around since its so much more user friendly than GIMP! Maybe that's why PS is not free! I mean, look at that animation at the start of the post! Its not much, but its more than what I could do with only GIMP... Basic animation that refuses to flow properly. Also, the icon next to every post! Now I know how hard it is to pull off a decent piece of art with animation in them... Frame after frame after frame! All must be perfect or the final animation will come out ugly and distorted and not smooth... Kudos to everyone who can do decent animated (.gif) images! And so sorry for the abuse of the exclamation marks in this post! Oh dear, there I go again... Another exclamation mark. Also, I went around and listened to the live performances of a few of the bands I listen to... Gosh, I prefer their cd versions, although I still really like their songs. Not going to name any bands since maybe I judge differently. For now, bye and don't trip when you walk! |
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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Twinkle twinkle little star./ 6:17 AM It is my belief that everything will die one day. People, places, plants, planets... And yes, its a coincidence that all of them start with the letter "P". However, I would like to talk about the death of a star... Well, actually, stars in general. There are people trying to deal with death everyday, all over the world; it doesn't matter if its happening to you, someone close to you, or even the neighbor you never talked to before. Some point in your life, you will have to deal with it. But it is really all that bad? There are countless stars in the universe, the most well-known one being the sun. Millions of years ago, life on planet Earth just started, being lucky enough to be 3rd in place in our solar system and thus, having the right temperature to support life. Who says not coming in 1st is always bad? Next time, tell this to your elders (teachers, parents, old brothers) when you fail to come in first: "Earth came in third and got the gift of life! Mercury came in first and its the smallest planet in our Solar System, as well as the *densest! Going back to my point, I just want to point out that the stars that you see in the sky right now, those 'diamonds in the sky'. Some of them might already have died, and turned into a red dwarf or even a black hole... You see, these balls of fire are light-years (unit of length around 10 trillion kilometers) away from Earth. Judging from the speed of light, it would take them years to reach us... Some of these stars might even have been trying to reach us when the dinosaurs were star glazing! The light from the sun also takes some time (Can't remember how long... Go check it out!) to reach us, so imagine the stars that are furthest away from us... How long will they take? Even when someone dies, if they had made an impact on the lives of others, they will be like a star, shining after death. What you see is not the shell left behind when that person left the world; what you see is the legacy left behind by that person to be admired for generations to come. You do not need to be the president or some big name of your time. Do a good deed! Make a donation to an orphanage, volunteer at an old folks home, look after those less fortunate than you! One day, when you're gone, at least you know that somewhere out there, there is a person still admiring you, the shining star that still share its light after death. You can be a star too. Make a difference in someone's life. Come on. I dare you. |
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
The Ghost of You/ 5:23 AM I return with more MCR! This is one of my favorite songs from the band... It brings out a different aspect of their music and style. Furthermore, this song is about loss - the video shows death in a war and I guess with all the bombing that is happening around the world (check Yahoo news) people need to be reminded that... Well, somewhere out there, someone will miss you when you leave this world, and its really hard to forget someone whom is close to you. I went through it myself, and I still think of him when I'm down even though its been years since he left. Also, I would like to address those people who are smoking. Ever thought of stopping so that you win the war against that tar filled poison? Here are the lyrics: I never Said I'd lie and wait forever If I died we'd be together I can't always just forget her But she could try We're at the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that You never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever ever... Ever... Get the feeling that you're never All alone and I remember now At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies She dies We're at the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me If I fall If I fall (down) (Huooooh, huooooh, huuoooh) At the end of the world Or the last thing I see You are Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home Never coming home And all the things that you never ever told me And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me Never coming home Never coming home Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me For all the ghosts that are never gonna... RIP grandpa RIP those who lost their lives due to wars Stop it so another mother, friend, wife, sister will not have to go through that pain. Do not continue to make the dead soldiers' lives "worth it". An eye for an eye makes the world go blind - how can you rest in death when you know that your friend might lose his life the next day the same way you did? (Yeah, I support Obama's views on the war that is taking place, but not on a political basis... Its more of a 'my common sense told me so' kind of thing. Or maybe he's the last thing to come out of the Pandora's box.) |
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Toss that emo out the window!/ 2:28 AM  Imagination is such a delight! The train moves at such a speed, But time slowed and finally froze, Hardly daring to breathe... Well, maybe only for you and me. I really think PW gives me inspiration! Either that, or boredom gives me inspiration. Either way, I like my tiny collection. Yeah, her feet can't touch the floor of the train properly because she's too short. Wonder if any girls have the same problem? I also drew it like that because then she'll look so small compared to the male. Also, notice the bottle beside the guy? Its supposed to be a bottle filled with stars... You can't really see it, so I thought I'll point it out... The stars are those you fold out of strips of paper. I used to find them addictive to make when I was little. I don't know if I can still fold them though; might be a little rusty! What if all of them come out as flattened stars? Yes, I realized my ink jobs are horrible. Don't ask! She didn't want to remove her head from his shoulder. He didn't want her to remove her head from his shoulder. ♥Ever  Virtual♥Reality Reality♥Virtual |
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Monday, October 13, 2008
Wiping up the Emo/ 6:28 AM Alright, its been a few days since I got my promo results back, and I'm going to not kill myself over these alphabets now... Or try not to. Project work is really important now, and I can't afford to let my team down. Everyone will appreciate good grades for PW! I was typing out some details for the PW proposal when I got this sudden urge to just draw. The Reality♥Virtual / Virtual♥Reality stuff that I've been typing? Well, I had to draw something to fit the theme. So, leaving my half finished proposal aside, I started sketching in my little notebook with a pencil. It took me roughly 5 to 10 minutes to finish sketching / inking / rubbing away the pencil marks. However, it took me another 10 minutes to get my scanner working. I really need a new scanner / printer... One that will work when I need it to. Here is what I doodled:  Isn't it sort of cute? I hate the way Blogger shrinks the image and stuff... Makes it look more pixel-ish than it already was due to a horrible scanner. I have an urge to draw more, but... PW CALLS! Back to typing out my proposal~ |
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Saturday, October 11, 2008
I think the bridge fell down/ 11:11 PM So, promos are over. However, it seems that the troubles and headaches have only just begun. The first thing that happened after my results were back, was that my mother started to blame everything that I came into contact with in the past few months. As long as it was something I liked and enjoyed, it is to be blamed for my behavior. It does have some truth to it, but one thing that I lacked was self-motivation. Yup, my passion for studying died after a few months in the school. Anyway, my inner female self (yes, I do have one) wants to go on a clothes shopping spree. Part of me predict that I'll choose to enter a Polytechnic, and this means I need to get more clothes. My closet is so empty, and I have been wearing the same things over and over again for such a long time... Grr... I hate shopping for clothes. Its so tiring and troublesome. However, I guess that is the main reason why my closet is so empty. I'm the guilty one! The timetable for the week had a lot of empty spaces, and we didn't do much. However, I ended each day feeling tired and completely drained of energy. I think its mental rather than physical, but I have no idea how to power myself up. Someone suggested drinking Red bull, but I absolutely hate that horrible drink. It tastes like sweetened Chinese medicine, with a hint of Western medicine smell. How could anyone drink that stuff? With that, I think I shall end my post. Too tired to think of something worth writing about... |
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
Mentally Unsound/ 7:36 AM Its okay to be afraid. Its okay to be afraid. Its okay to be afraid. Still, I'm afraid of being afraid. For every paper I get back, I feel more and more unstable mentally. When promos was over, I felt so glad... However, I feel tired almost immediately. I wonder why sometimes; but I was never able to find an answer. I sleep so early at night that its uncharacteristic of me. I even take afternoon naps when I come back home from school. I feel like such a primary school kid again. Also, I was banned from blogger on suspicions that I was a spam blogger. At least they sorted it out quickly, so I can post again! I'll write my little stories so that its joined to my main posts so that it'll not happen again! Anyway, depressing things aside... Reality♥Virtual It wasn't often that they could meet, since it wasn't always convenient. However, they always took the effort to meet up at least once a week, for once a week was enough for them, to hold each other and enjoy each other's warmth. Still, the day was always so short that a day seemed like only minutes, and soon, they had to part ways again. He knew that, and he knew that she knew that. However, every day, he longs to see her; his own dear little priestess of the light. He would wake up in the morning, and turn over, half expecting her to be lying there beside him. However, his logic told him that she won't be there, and he was a very logical person. He guessed that love messed with his logic, and placed his heart in his brain, wiring it into his system. He missed her badly... She missed him, especially when she's all alone. Her thoughts will run to the way he smiles, the special way he laughs, and she would smile to herself. She wants to see him seven days a week, 24 hours a day. When she's lying in bed, bolster in her arms, she would pretend that he was here and that she was hugging him. She knew it was silly of her, but she didn't mind her own behavior. Nobody was looking, and it was her secret... A secret that he knew. A secret she knew that he knew. Because they share everything... Even dreams, because they often meet there. |
