Power Surge

A power surge happened in our house last week.

What exactly is a power surge?

A power surge is basically too much power going through your house which then burns and melts all your fuse.

The whole house blacked out.

When the electrician came to fix the power the next day, we discovered that:

1) my PC

2) the Astro

3) the dining’s LCD TV and my dad’s room TV

4) 2 pair of Speakers

5) the automatic gate

6) my monitor screen

7) the modem

was not working. Literally meaning – broken, spoiled, bomb,  kapeesh.

We could not claim insurance from Tenaga. Even if they were the culprit whom cause the damage.

My dad officially announced his retirement today.

We bought a new modem, 2 new speakers, got my PC and automatic gate fix.

Repairs cost bout thousand plus.

wow.

School education fair

I heard from my sister today that SMK Subang Utama has held an education fair. TOA was one of the colleges that came to market themselves.

To anyone who wishes to come to the One Academy of Communication Design,

you’re going to wish you had never step foot here.

But you need to be here for a reason.

Dinner

Last Thursday, my dad and I went for a DAP dinner talk. It was mostly in Mandarin and Cantonese…so I’m kinda brushing up on my long lost language.

But wait, I’m suppose to be busy, how did I manage to find the time?

Ans: I would rather listen to a political talk then spend my whole night doing assignments. duh.

That is why I did not finish my cartoon character assignment. It didn’t matter much there and then, somehow.

There’s so much to comment on the dinner. But I think I’ll reserve it for myself.

My dad’s friends. Sitting with all the old uncles…I’m so young. :p

Illustration done by TOA student, a long long long long long time ago:

Picture of us with Tony Pua. Didn’t get to take with Kit Siang though. My dad looks weird. haha.

Jammed Crammed

I have not been keeping my blog updated for the past week, neither have I been checking other people’s blog.

Last week I had promised myself that I would not blog until I get the robot project done. There’s a lot happening last week. It was pretty hectic, practically spending every day just working my butt off to meet the deadline. But right now I feel as though a huge rock has been lifted off my shoulder, that I could finally squeeze in sometime to blog bout last week.

Seems like I’m the last one blogging about PAWS. So yes, we went to PAW last Monday for a moral social project, one of the very few good things that came out from this subject. We had fun there….and did a lot of work too. I enjoyed it. But the place was extremely stinky though. Btw, thank you Sofie for doing such an amazing job on the video. I only managed to sit down and watch the whole clip today.

Jonathan had taken some very good compositional shots…some which I quite like. I can’t wait for photography classes next sem.

Briefing wasn’t too long.

Adopt me?

Robot Project

so so so tired…. blog bout it nxt time.

that THING

Something that relates to each and every artist in the world.

What exactly is that thing?

Words dugged deep in the book

I was flipping through my diary pages when I came across something I wrote last year. It sounded a bit weird.  I scribbled it down last December based on what I believed in.

That voice was meant to comfort.

That dance was meant to convey a message.

That visual was meant to impact.

Each of us have different talents, skills and abilities. Our talents are not meant to bi-little someone, or to create envy. It is meant for God’s glory –To shine, to impact, to serve, to worship. If you have the thought of showing off your talents, whether or not it’s singing or drawing or dancing just to take pride and glory for yourself, then that’s not a valid point why you were created in the first place. But doing what you do best without that selfish thought but to share that bit of love for what you do with others, it’s far more richer and fruitful than you can ever think off.

Disillusion

I’m having temporary moodiness. I think my period’s coming. Because I would really think things through before yelling that I hate or like something. I don’t know is it because of that growing hatred to get my robot design functioning, or that envious thought of the illustration students having being able to illustrate the things I want to illustrate, or that growing disillusion of my future.

Robot design drives me nuts. Ish. I could say I’m still very new to robot design. I wouldn’t confirm anything unless I’m really satisfied with the design and mechanics.

I hate myself for that.

So Darren, whatever I said this evening, I was emo-ing. I thought of it through, and I realize that only subject that I struggled with is Analytical Drawing. Other than that, other subjects feels a bit more smooth sailing, other than 2D.

I feel caught between an incompleteness that I would not feel fulfilled if I don’t learn both. The trouble with me is I want to know about things that interest me, besides my own field. And hell yea, I have tons of things I’m interested in. Sometimes it feels like an extremely greedy thought. But I have made my decision just 2 days ago to surrender to how the college treats me and let them torture me for the next 2 years. I’ll find my own escapedoism in my own inner sanctum.

I already looking forward to the holidays. 8 weeks from now to me feels quite fast. I can’t wait to get my grubby paws on old classic movies, getting my sis to borrow Charlie Chaplin films from her college library, re-watching Disney films, Heading down to the art galleries in KL again, meeting old mates, and just slowly getting back that growing excitement and love for art and animation again, being able to get grounded with drawing(my figures suck drawing it with imagination).

PS: If any of you see me emo-ing when I’m working on my robot…look away… I’ll start smiling once it’s done.