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Sunday, December 27, 2009

2009!

It's almost new year again. Time does fly faster, quicker, swiftly... oh well, there's nothing you can do anyway. so, i've been up with the usual. i've done all of these during my sem break for this year. let's just say, my time is well spent. and a few back then, when i was in my 2nd sem, i had to do painting and that frog for my english lecturer. this one has the funny story and i gave them names. hah. then there's sculpture for 3rd sem.

for all of those colourful painting, let's just say i was experimenting with colours, subjects, positions, etc, etc, etc. i figured out how to use art masking fluid and love it! it did good and bad, but i managed to fix it. i'll show later with pictures.

i like all of it, to be honest. not to be vain, but self-motivate. i enjoyed doing it, as it takes my mind away from things that i don't want to know. and its very simple, even you can do it. all you need is time, brushes, colours, paper or canvas and an imagination. each of it doesn't take much time, probably because im using small canvas, which is very convinient. most of it i finished it within a day, if i just stay put and finish it until i gain headache. lol. but it was fun and it satisfied me to see the result. well, it might not be van gogh or da vinci or picasso, but it's a starter. i do like art and painting is one of it. i would like to try new things, new method, new media like oil colour or pastel. or bigger canvas or paint on various surface.

it seems that, these days, people paint or do artwork because it means something, anything, deep meaning or just surface. trying to express their opinion or thoughts through art and that's cool. but mine, all of these are just random, things? that i tried to paint. like i said, experimenting. maybe some of it has their own meaning, or maybe some of it just plain paintings. eek, i don't know, you'll be the judge. so, tell me that i wasted my money and time doing this, but for me, it's called self-learning and i'm learning something from it and i wish to produce more. so for 2010, expect to see more of these, maybe even better, as you learnt to be better and grew more experienced with time. maybe i develop my own style and flair in my artworks, or finally found a way to express myself through this medium and that would be awesome. haha.

yeah, i figure out that if you just sit around and do nothing, you'll have nothing in the end. so here i am, doing things that i could do, my strongest point, mum was right. even though i like science and stuff, i just couldn't pull it through. while i can't mixed the chemicals, calculate the workdone, i sure can mixed the colours and get it bright and right and paint it done. umm, yeah. lol.

a few that is shown here has already given as gifts to my love ones. that's the cool thing when you can be creative with things, you never died of ideas. i always love giving suprises to them but hate when it falls on mine. and another few of these will also become presents for them for next year birthdays. guess which one that you'll get. ok, so here's the pictures and enjoy.

oh, note the sketches, it's still rough, i'm just not good at it, yet. i tried, the potrait of my mum, it's slightly different. how's the saying goes, practice make perfect, yeah, i'm working on it.

like my lecturer, pn. shuhadah once said, there are people are born to an artist, some of them are train to be one. i wonder which one i am?

'Terry'
this is BEFORE, you see the messiness of the colours, that's the masking fluid. its prevent the colour from touching the canvas. well, sort of.
'The 4th Season'
this is AFTER, see no more smudges. with a little editing here and there, it becomes more refined. haha.
trying to finish this up. gonna take quite some times.
happened accidently. i was like trying to draw figures, but only could have them from the back. oh, it's a dream.
'Mine'
'Colours'
playing with colours. end up looking like this, so i thought, hey,this is fun.
'Tulips'
another masking fluid work. its sort of messy at first, then i managed to fixed it.
'Grow'
this is actually the first one im using that fluid and this one for mum for her new office and her 44th birthday.
'Either Way'
yeah, this is for you.
yup, the frogs with names. done for my lecturer. i got to keep frankie.
'Roses for Van Gogh'
don't mind the tittle. i was exaggerating. i made this one for someone special before she left.
isn't it so obvious?
ok, the 1st picture was the one that's actually finished. the 2nd, after it was framed. the 3rd, the one that i have right now which i am pretty lazy to finish it. sigh. :]

Friday, December 25, 2009

did you?

you wanna know something about me? the truth? always hurt.
i am, not what i am.
i'm holding my deepest, darkest secrets and never let it slip away.
i am evil, useless and i don't deserved anything.

if you only knew,
i am very much ashamed of myself.
i pretend and living in denial.
if you only knew, if they only knew.

sometimes, it's too much, it makes me cry.
it's sinful and how i hate it.
who would have thought.
if you just knew, you wouldn't look at me at the same way again, i'm sure.

it's a burden that i created, no one to blame.
but i am afraid to tell, or even to share
i cant' tell, i can't tell
some things are meant to be unspoken

i wish for better, i wish i would change
i wish i don't have to tell you what it is
so please don't ask me again
i hope it would just end one day

Sunday, October 11, 2009

From all sorts of direction

Wow, it's funny how people live that way. I mean, some of it is ok, but some of them, it's just plain weird. I have been one of those people who other people turn to to tell me things that they cant't tell anyone. Me? A faithful listener as I don't have anything to tell. Yes, it is cliche and its about love. I wasn't lucky enough to experience that, yet but I'm sure sooner or later tho and I considered myself lucky and worthy because oh, I know it all and people trust me. So, I have listened to a lot of stories, experiences, lies and truth. Some are pure shocking and some are pleasantly suprising and some are just funny. I would say I did learn a lot from what I heard, that it makes sense of everything that happen, because of the action taken and the sequences. It always leave me smiling when I remembered about THEIR STORIES, blush suddenly when i think about THEIR STORIES if it was too...u know. It's cool, different people, different story to tell, different events, different emotions, different people involved, it's fun to know about secrets and dirty dishes. Haha. I didn't ask for it ok, THEY came to me and I accepted with open ears and open mind and heart. I am not the one to judge, tho I do make my own perceptions and views and keep it to myself. As far as you concern, I didnt say anything about taking them to the grave but you won't caught anyone knowing about YOU and YOUR STORIES because sometimes when the memory box and perceptions area has been filled and overflow, I need a release. I have to talk about it and share my views, just a little. But really, what gets me is how people live it that way. I always found that very disturbing and funny and lets me wonder a bit how am I going to be if I were in that situation. How can I changed it so it won't have to be that way or something? Heavy stuff. LOL. But it was refreshing and good, I guess. A nice way to put it. :]

Friday, October 2, 2009

Scarborough fair

Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Tracing of sparrow on snowcrested brown)
Without no seams nor needle work
(Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)

Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Washes the grave with silvery tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strands
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather
(War bellows blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Scarborough Fair by Sarah Brightman

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needle work
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Have him wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyem
Between salt water and the sea strands
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he'll be a true love of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The Elfin Knight

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She must be a true love of mine

Tell her she'll sleep in a goose-feather bed
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Tell her I swear she'll have nothing to dread
She must be a true love of mine

Tell her tomorrow her answer make known
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
What e'er she may say I'll not leave her alone
She must be a true love of mine

Her answer it came in a week and a day
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
I'm sorry, good sir, I must say thee nay
I'll bot be a true love of thine

From the sting of my curse she can never be free
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Unless she unravels my riddlings three
She will be a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemaryand thyme
Without any seam or needlework
Else she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea water
Else she'll be a true love of mine

Tell her to plow it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one grain of corn
Else's shell be a true love of mine
And her daughters forever possessions of mine

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The Lovers's Promises
Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage,rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
Always he'll be a true love of mine

Tell him I've made him a magical shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or needlework
Always he'll be a true love of mine

Tell her she's found me an acre of land
Parslet, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand
That makes her a true love mine

Tell her she's plowed it with just a goat's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
She's sowed it all over with one grain of corn
Yes, she is a true love of mine
And her daughter forever a daughter of mine

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, saage, rosemary and thyme
Remember us to all who live there
Ours will be true love for all time

*I can't stop humming and slow dancing to this song, addicted and wish I could have all the song's versions*

Ohhh, this is so haunting.....me. A story. A curse, three impossible tasks to solve or I'll be yours to own without my consent?
Do read 'Impossible' by Nancy Werlin and do listen to 'Scarborough Fair'. I promise you a true love because that's the only thing that can save you from him. And true love it is... :

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sculpture>conclusion

I never promise you a rose garden.... but i do promise you this right? So, this is it. My metal s.crap, a sculpture. haih, not easy, but not impossible either. i spent it all right there, this baby. well, at least it doesnt turn out bad, it could be worse if, if ,if.... well, there's a lot of pictures but so little number of bars of my internet connection [slow stupid uploading moment] but oh well, enjoy. suddenly i do hoping of getting an big fat A'ss for this. Or else. I hereby, naming him Terry cuz i dunno, its kinda look like a Terry and the tittle would be 'Fallen Fly'.





Friday, September 25, 2009