“As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take a lot of pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.”

Juxtaposition

jux·ta·po·si·tion

–noun
1. an act or instance of placing close together or side by side, esp. for comparison or contrast.
2. the state of being close together or side by side.

“Juxtaposition is the deliberate placement of contrasting images side by side. The word is formed from the Latin “juxta”, which means near, and “position”.
In graphic design and page layout, juxtaposition may be used to present two or more ideas so as to impart a relationship between them. Juxtaposition may imply similarity or dissimilarity, demonstrating that two things are essentially the same or quite different. This may only be clear from the context of the work as a whole. Many designers use juxtaposition in their work with the implicit intention that readers work out the connection themselves.

“Sensation”
This poster for the Sensation exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts in London was designed by Why Not Associates and is a simple juxtaposition of two images that ordinarily do not belong together. The tongue and the iron have similar shapes, but there is more at work here. The tongue apears to be touching the iron; this would cause a painfully hot sensation if the iron were switched on and so we may recoil in discomfort at the idea the image suggests by association. Sensation featured many controversial, contemporary art works and therefore the poster suggests the extreme nature of some of the exhibits.

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Such is good design. Normally I would ramble on about how the typography for this isn’t quite up to standard, but then again the whole idea behind this acutely clever design overcompensates for it. The text above was from a book called Basics Design: Layout by Gavin Ambrose and Paul Harris. AMAZING BOOK. Go get it. Basheer. It might look boring and exceedingly technical but the reads and examples given (like the one above) will blow your mind. I always thought grids and such really screwed up a good publication by stifling creativity but after reading the book it brought on a whole new perspective to grid-planning. I guess the gist of it is basically that grids don’t stifle creativity, the human mind does. No matter how rigid a grid is, I suppose its all up to your creativity of object and text placement that will eventually make something look good. Its just too bad I got this only after Layout class.

I went down to source for paper for Prepress today, and I swear I could just have sat down forever just looking and touching and smelling the paper samples. I’m such a sucker for paper and books. I wouldn’t mind being a librarian, actually. Hmm. Good Plan B in case I fuck up VSC (oh dear God why did I even say it oh craaap touch wood).

 Okay, enough rambling now, more news! I got a job at Butter Factory. I’ll be working on Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays so come down and visit me if you can (don’t forget to tip hah kidding I’m such a joker)!

To be…to be.

When you shut the world out,
you lock yourself in.
Lose your touch with reality,
feel it slip away.

Won’t you try and save yourself,
won’t you try for another beginning?
“No, I am afraid.
I am afraid of unanswered doors.”

The tide has left,
and it will never came back.
Just like the scent of vanilla
on my pillow,
before you went away.

Welcome Back to the Suck

I’ve lost much of my respect for people in general, and I guess that reflects on my somewhat prolonged state of being highly volatile when I am faced with a lot more than I can handle. I was never a people person, never one to bask in the spotlight and soak up whatever attention I can get, and I never will be. I don’t really know whether this might be a gift or a curse, or maybe just a double-edged sword, but I don’t feel like stumbling all over myself trying to find out. But maybe this personality of mine, where I shun the glamorous and keep to my own devices, is the very one which proves detrimental to my relationships, and makes me commit the act of social suicide.

Truth to be told, if I could just be left alone with nothing except my family and my schoolwork, I’d be a flourishing garden. But right now I’m just one full of weeds and  inquisitive garden gnomes, and I just can’t seem to get rid of them no matter how hard I try. They clutter my garden, restricting my growth, and nothing comes close to the phrase, “blown out of proportion”, as my garden does. It drives me utterly insane, and I just feel like overturning the whole patch and plant my garden from scratch. I don’t bite off more than I can chew, but the food just keeps coming and coming and somehow I just can’t push it away, and now I’m so overwhelmed I just want to get down on all fours and cry mercy.

People are making things so complicated, so knotted and webbed, that I just want to laugh at the stupidity of it all. Sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss. I don’t want to know whether its a misunderstanding or not, and I don’t want to talk to anyone regarding the matter because I am sick of explaining when its going to come back full circle again. I know I may come off as selfish and insensitive (oh the irony of it all), but for my own good, all I can say is: I don’t give a flying fuck, not now, not ever. You might say that I’ve changed, for the worst, but again: I don’t fucking care.  This is going to continue coming from me for as long as you want to play your games, or until you find a way to grow up and leave your fucking emotional baggage behind at the check-out counter and say, I’m over and done with Immaturity.

I’m selfish and I’m an imbecile who can’t be bothered with anyone except myself. This is the ultimate truth, and its going to be the most truthful thing I’m ever going to say. I don’t find a need to have anyone except myself, and if people can be good friends with me even though they know I’m selfish, then it proves a point that selfishness might sometimes be the way to go if you want to achieve a healthy relationship with anyone.

Like I said, I’m done with people who can’t or won’t grow up, and I’m fed up with tolerating mind games and going around in circles when the only good it does is to remind you that a circle has no beginning and no end.

I am…

This post is a belated one, and so I guess the news of my dslr getting stolen has passed around. Well, I’m fine. Thank you to Ming and Kelvin for helping me settle down. No thank you to the people out there who keep acting as though its their problem when its not. As for those who want to tell me how sorry they are about it, please, just don’t. Because everytime some idiot comes to me with that same phrase, it makes me want to hurl and let them know that if they really do feel sorry enough for me, they can just write me a cheque for 2k and be off with it.

Its just like how when someone’s parents are dead, everyone just finds a need to say oh, I’m so sorry about that, and they act all quiet and sad. Sorry doesn’t bring them back to life, just how sympathy doesn’t make anything better, unless you’re an asshole who just can’t face up to reality. For those who tried to act as though it was their problem on that fateful night, piss off and just get out of my face for awhile, because it just drives me up the wall, knowing that you’re in such close proximity that I could just punch you, but yet because of some stupid law of friendship I have to keep my hands to myself.

If anyone wants to help, let me know of any job openings out there that has decent pay and sane working hours. Thanks a bunch.

As for Saturday, it was alright. I went to ATC’s gig at Scape, and they were just kick ass awesome. I guess now I know why I love ATC as a band as compared to any other. When they play live…they play with so much emotion that its overwhelming, but still as exhilarating as ever. I was just sorry I couldn’t take a few pictures of them for my Layout project, it would have been awesome. Sorry to jem, didn’t say hi because I wasn’t in the right mood. But nevertheless, great gig and I look forward to more soon!

A Beautiful Mind

 

“What truly is logic, who decides reason? My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional, and back.

And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life. It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logical reasons can be found. I am only here tonight because of you. You are all I am. You…are all my reasons.“

Primavera

 

 In languages like these I find solace and rest. Not the language of English we all know, but more likely the language of the mystical and the unperceived, the colourful and fluid. Nothing else will matter, and all that would will be the soft whispers of the words from the infinite pages, and their tickling dalliances.

 

Smiley Beats

Two nights in a row snapping pictures at Home, a little disappointed but a little happy I’m improving too. Just hope I save enough cash to get a speedlight soon! Would rather get it for myself rather than depend on the folks to, because I am an independent woman yo! Ok I digress. Yeah so I was going to say, I won’t be posting up all the past pictures online, I’ll just be burning a few CDs and pass it around. Sorrreeee guys, its just that its gonna take ages to upload everything and editing them is time-consuming enough.

THIS GUY IS A REAL SPORT AND HE IS HILARIOUS.

LUBCHOO!

Smile! November Party

Lights, bights, wights. (?!)

Roy

DJ Podo

Went to some camera exhibition today, eggciting! The Hasselblad H3DII was a beauty. And so was the price, obviously. Didn’t buy anything except for Adobe Creative Suite, was so sick of having to keep downloading the trials. So anyways, I’ve gotten a list of what I wanted to get, including the Sigma 20mm F1.8 aspherical or 17-35mm F2.8-4. Yummy wide angles. And I desperately need a fast lens considering that my kit lens have sickeningly slow lens speeds. But enough of technicalities, I shan’t bore you with camera crap (alliteration!), promise I’ll blog properly soon enough! Love and keep safe everyone.

The Kite Runner

 

“The same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife’s slain body in his arms.”