Sunday, September 28, 2008

That Week Of Wreck Pt. 4

Photography Assignment Pt. 5

For this one, I need to frame up three of my favourite pictures that I've taken throughout all of my photography assignments with mounting boards.

And I, being the "everything will work out just fine last minute" guy, misjudged on how easy did it sound. It is not that simple, as I painfully learned later.

The flow of this hectic day was like this

Me going to class to find out that today's the ultimate deadline -> Me and Faye went to Summit to send the pictures for printing -> Faye took some pictures for his assignment 4 -> We both went back for a while, so we can do our assignments -> We went back to Summit to take the pictures that we sent for printing and bought mounting boards along the way -> Went to college to mount the pictures up.

Okay I'm gonna interpret the "went to college to mount the pictures up"

As I arrived at the class, I saw a small fraction of the students, rushing to mount up their pictures. Mounting boards bits layed all over the floor. Messiness adds up more to the whole tension. The only thing that if left messy, but does not clutter my mind, is none other than BOB :D .

I sat around and searched if anyone has a spare metal ruler and a cutter, but too bad I've to wait for my turn to use it. So I waited, and waited, and waited. All requests for rulers and cutters after that, only replied with silent nods, or worse, no respond at all. This supposed to drive any other normal beings to shout "WOI AKU NAK PAKAI PULAK !" , but noo, I remained stupidly calm and easy. I know I'm not, the tension's building up so fast, it's not even funny. My outer physical reactions don't usually match the going-ons in my brain, and I still wonder why.A real tight slap will help I think.

The day ended up with the lecturer going back leaving all the hardships from the students, to sum up to none in return. And I only managed to frame up one picture. And it's crooked. Predictable, very. However he did extended the deadline to Monday morning BEFORE 11am. This was no joke, a friend of mine told me that whoever sent their pictures beyond 11am, the lecturer will cut all the totaled-up marks (nope, not for the assignment 5 only, as in the real TOTALED-UP MARKS) by an insane 50% rate. And I passed up mine on 12 something. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh the humanity. Dear God, let the lecturer be JK JK LOL , for 50% is too much. It's too too much. All of my hard work, shared with my little sister's pink cybershot, to be paid with this outrage ? I hope frikkin not :(

Oh and btw, the three pictures I chose to frame up :) :

And for the rest of the pictures that almost made the cut (or not), you can check out my flickr at :)

That Week Of Wreck Pt. 3

Photography Assignment 4

I think I already explained on how this assignment works on part 1. Err, so yeah, 10 pictures that tells a story or somesort.

And mine is ! :D =

( The original Power Point presentation had speech bubbles in it, you can ask me for it if you want, but for the series of pictures below, Imma put captions for em :) )

From left : Crackhead, Eggna, O. Mullet
( I never really named the eggheads in my presentation, since it doesn't have speechbubbles, giving them names will make you understand the story much easier :) )

Crackhead : Whistles*

Crackhead : !!

Crackhead : Woahhh she's hotttt (saying it inside his head)
*checks out Eggna

*as Crackhead hits the wall harddd.

*quickly withdraws himself behind the wall, hiding his cracked (haha GET IT ?, CRACKED ? :D , ok nvm) pride.

Crackhead : "Bapak malu siaaal"

*Crack head sees O. Mullet flirting with Eggna

Crackhead : OMG, WTF !? *jealousy fills the air

Fueled with furious anger and jealousy, he charged with a frying pan and ..


*slams poor unsuspecting O. Mullet to a saddening splat.

O. Mullet : Errr

Eggna : .... o_o


*Eggna losing all her femininity and splats back the naive Crackhead for he has destroyed her brother. (O.Mullet is not murdered, just imagine that there's an egg hospital nearby)

Cracked open Crackhead : B*TCH

*As Eggna walks away.


That Week Of Wreck Pt. 2

Colour and Form's Third And Final Assignment

This has to be the hardest assignment for the whole semester. You have to create an illustration that includes 25 different colours, excluding black and white (because they're not colours actually) and blue, red and yellow (the basic colours) . I mean, you can use black, white, red, blue and yellow, but it'll not be counted to mark up to that 25 colours requirement. My general idea was an octopus selling ice creams to a neighbourhood of monsters. Icecreams are colourful, and monsters too, so 25 colours are achievable :D . What made it a bit tedious was that my Buncho poster colours had only 18 colours inside, minus the 5 colours, it's only 13 then, So I had to mix my own colours (Became an interesting process along the way) . Procrastination was being tame when I wanted to do this, I started around 3-4 days earlier. But then, I did like microscopic bits and bits per day, so yeahh, it's sorta like kinda the same, because it was at the last day I rushed to do all the details.

The process :

Without the outlines


I did the outlines after Sahur on the day of the deadline itself. That was how bad my case is. But the lecturer said it would be better without the outlines, NGGHHHHHPFFTROFLWOFL -_-


Tuesday, September 23, 2008

That Week Of Wreck Pt. 1

Last week has been the most torturous week of the year (so far) since, err since the last week before SPM. And after so long not handling any form of stress (other than stresses of thinking where to go, should I or should I not cut my hair, etc), you'll realize it'll just come and bash your nose twice as hard. Like getting a splash of icy cold water on a cold morning. And the absence of little things you have when you're young, like you tend to have those tiny hopes of a miracle to happen at the last minute, like, when you wake up the next morning, or the next time you go to class, you're gonna get smarter all of a sudden, or you can cram everything inside on the next lesson/review. No, matured conscience, that's not gonna happen, never did, never will.

Imagine this, , 3 incomplete assignments, 2 deadlines, and one processed workbook (or merely a sketchbook, if simplified) all need to be satisfied during that one last week before the semester ends. Woohooie, typing and recalling them back all instantly brought back familiar tiredness.

Procrastination is the one to blame and be thrown spiky rocks at. Yes I've been told days (rounds up to roughly a week), and yet this happened. Lesson learned loadsa times, but I guess old habits die hard. Or maybe it did die for the first few weeks of college where I did pass up assignments on time, so I guess habits are zombies which will die and rise from the dead and repeat the cycle from time to time.

The three assignments are :

Photography Assignment 4

Photography Assignment 5

Colour and Form Assignment 3

(And one processed workbook)

Let me integrate through one and each of em :

Photography Assigment 4

I came to class on Thursday only to find out that ALL of the assignments that hasn't been passed up yet, to be passed up on the day ITSELF. And assignment 4 ain't no easy task, you have to have 10 series of photos, that tells a story in a way. Yes I already have the idea in my head on what to do, but to go back, to do the thing, and come back to pass it up, all within that limited amount of hours (lecturer's going back at 4) is, is unheard of. Restlessness wriggled through the guts like ants on a rainy day. OMG, whaaat, am, I gonna dooo. Oh yeah, and assignment 5 isn't stressed on much here, because you only have to frame up your favourite photos, out of all the photos you've taken for the previous assignments. What's hard about it is the mounting which I'm gonna talk about later.

So, to not kill anymore precious time, me and Faye dashed to Summit next door to print up the pictures, and good jolly ! , it's still closed. Darnnn-nnit. So Faye decided to do his assignment 4 first, with me as his subject. The story, summarized, was about me deciding not to fast on one fine day, and in return, I got ran over by a truck. Nice. For a little preview of the story, you can check out Faye's flickr at :

And for the rest of the assignments, I'm going to put it all in different posts. Cause you know, writing it all in one shot will make it exhaustively long, and it'll put weights round your eyelids faster than you can say "weights round my eyelids"

So yeah :)

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Stuck Rhymes With "Oh F*ck"

As of the 6th Of September 2008

Like the previous days, I was still in the repeating cycle that started since the first of Ramadhan. Buka puasa, a quick nap triggered by the super-full tummy, stretched to all it's a galore, a shower, then the Terawih prayers. How should I know, this cycle was about to be broken badly with just a single stroke of a roller comb.

I put on my baju melayu, then I looked into the mirror just for a quick check-up. And at the very edge of my sight, I saw the dreaded pink roller comb. Automatically, I picked it up and started to comb my semi-wet hair. As written in the Interlude, I like to experiment. I thought that my dangling side-bangs would be nicer if it is curled in, and in a conscious relfex, I curled my hair in. And, and..OH MY FRIKKIN MERCY (!!) . Who would've known, the simplest flow of gesture, would lead to the biggest regret of the year. I tried to pull it out, to see if the curling-it-in worked. I pulled, then the motion felt abrupt. I pulled again, but still, to no avail. I was reluctant to admit this, but oh frikkin yeah..


Every single step I took to meet my mum to untangle this mess, were as heavy as elephants. Because I know, the moment my mum, (and boy, my sister's upstairs too ? ) , caught the sad, sad sight. They burst into laughter. The kind of laughter that has a hint of honest sympathy, I know they want to stop laughing and express concern. But they just can't help it. You wouldn't too if you catch a glimpse of the pictures below :


Pooorrr Bob :(

The process of untangling took at least an hour. And in the middle of the thing, My mum actually said " I think you have to cut it off la Ashraf" . My heart felt like bursting to bloody chunks as soon as that phrase was muttered out. This is not the " Bilik Disiplin" , I can't hear that anywhere else :( . No, it's too early to give up, and there are no loud, excrutiating "SNAP (!)" sounds yet, so there was still hope. Due to fact of the unavailability of any baby oil, my mum had to use frikkin MINYAK GAMAT too loosen the tangles O_O . And I just shampoo-ed my hair, now it smelt like gross sea cucumbers. Well, oh well, better than Bob having an embarrassing uneven skin patch. The pain was okay, but the mental torture was sickening. The smell too.

After what seemed like countless minutes (hours will be just plain exaggerating), the last strand that was stuck, was released, my smile grew beyond it's limit :DDDD . Then, the imaginary jump-of-joys quickly overshadowed by the harsh reality of how many strands of Bob that was snapped and plucked by the cruel comb. Not only I lost a fragment of Bob, but I also missed the Terawih -_- . Just because of the darned, pink, roller.

Other highlight of the day :) :

I passed up my second assignment for my Colour And Form class :)

The smile was before the comb got stuck incident.

Altho Bob felt somehow lighter, and the heart still remained uneasy. But yeah, glad that the comb is finally out :D . The mofo-ing stupid comb.