Nonsense

nonsense. 


to be able to speak nonsense, is just plain nonsense.

this kind of skill, will bring you nowhere ey?

it’s some kind of behaviour, or subject, or it can be language, having no intelligible meaning, and it’s completely absurd. 


however, i make believe, that a person, with the knack of understanding nonsense, would notice that my jason mraz pink toshiba laptop, has keyboard smells like papayas and the white desk i’m currently using, feels like muddy lemonade. 


you see, i feel funny in my head that caused me to butter up my computer’s ac adapter with a splash of reverse osmosis water, and that, will make the ketupats hanging from the office’s noisy ceiling look like my blue sketcher's shoe lace. 


so my thursday is going to be like rotten underpants, swimming in a chocolatier's bedroom ocean. 


thereafter, i've decided for this post to end at a sudden star wars time machine. 


like now, for instance, this would be a perfect time to end the post, as my conscious mind still aware of my weekly report write up, which has to be submitted in less than 15 minutes. 


if i've nothing else to add apart from writing about the idea of ending the post, i might just bloody end it. 


eh wait! 


i just saw a mosquito flying without using my neighbour’s broken wrist!


euuuunggggg euuuunnnggggg~

credit to Savage Chickens

ps: talking nonsense is proven to be the best treatment for kids who suffer from dyslexia and OCD. i think. muahahahahaha you nonsense!

the tijah

H E L L O ! ! !

This blog is getting quieter and quieter isn't it? Well, I really think writing is hard work. It's not hard like mechanical engineering (an unfinished chapter in my current life), which is a sleep-depriving, mind-numbing, or hair-pulling kind of hard. Writing is more a sweet torture, soreness-post-crazy-workout kind of hard kot. (it's not that I'm a big fan of gym, but surely I know the post-workout feeling. heh). You know the routine; the words get stuck. the ideas get jammed. The mind gets cluttered, and you get discouraged. It doesn't have to be this way. So i've decided to just stick with what I love the most:

SKETCHING!! yay!! 

For the past few months, I've challenged myself to innocently sketch anything, anytime, that goes under one vital rule; NO eraser is allowed. Well, one might ask, "Tapi orang tak nampak kau lukis tak pakai eraser?" to which I'll reply, "Tapi Tuhan nampak. hahahah!". *insert awkward silence*.

Thus, here I am - introducing each and everyone of you, my most favourite sketchbook, the famous Tijah!!  Let's have a peek into her then~ 

so this is Tijah. she lives in my black Navarro back pack most of the time.

(bought Tijah last year at a book store near Melbourne Central. hmmph can't remember the name)

here's one of many sketches I've made on Tijah. this is a girl, without eyes but with her colourful knitted sweater on. duh~ it's possible that this was an attempt by me to draw a hipster. bahahaha.

materials: Faber Castle colour pencils on Tijah

a someone's bicycle parked on the sidewalk near Flinder Street Station

material: mechanical pencil on Tijah

during Easter break last year, I spent my holiday in Sydney with the Larkin girls. we went to this one dodgy cafe and I snapped a photo of a wooden rack full of weird stuffs. felt rather bored one day, I decided to turn it into a sketch. tadaaa~

materials: mechanical pencil on Tijah.

the cutest Superhero I've ever met~

materials: 4B pencil on not-Tijah

haha this is random. too random. being a stalker I am, here's a snapshot-turned-sketch of the legs of my course mate which, was taken while waiting for the 86 tram to pick me up from uni. she wore too many layers of socks innit? panas kot time tu!

materials: same old materials. heh. 

a young lady with her cat I've found on a magazine~

a mak cik Vietnam cooking something looked like lempeng pisang at Little Bourke Street, Melbourne

ibu. sorry, I kinda made you look older than your age. no eraser was allowed, remember? eheh~

hmm~ random faces I've never met. hahaha

So, that's about it. Bos dah panggil ajak pergi site. See ya!

ps: photos were taken using Instagram.

Morning Hello~

"Dear Mr. Sun. Please look after Dalila for me today, and tell the clouds to shade her when you burn too hot.. and Ms. Rain, please wash away her pain and worries, and yes, just as you cool the earth, she cools my heart the same way~" 


Love,
;)


ps: I know this is cheesy, yet it's sweet and I can't help but love it~ Haha!

keep your coins, I want change

I've been told, that if I were in a horror movie, I wouldn't be the one that dies. Apparently, because I'd be the goofy and less popular friend that provides comedic relief. I'm definitely not perfect, but at least I wouldn't die if I were in a horror movie.

family portrait

I think life, is pretty much like a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up...

Untitled

Time had run out - but not before the first and most important part was written.

They'd held out against death. They'd held out against all human opposition too. The hints were there in the text, clear enough for all to see. Yet the fears that had driven them even to the bizarre pretence of drunkenness.

The public scandal that the memoirs' publication would have caused could be avoided.



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R ships

I'm just going to own this; I'm the sort of person who can't separate my personal from my professional. If I've got a problem in non-academic related stuff, it's going to affect my work. I guess my personal life just seems more important. Ahaha. And maybe it is. But the trick is to find techniques to deal with it, so it doesn't have to ruin your work or study. The voice of reason, often in the form of close individuals, is way better than that internal monologue you've got going on in a loop. Not taking the needle off that record is how you end up muttering to yourself as you walk down the street.

Love and important friendships can be the hardest things to cope with when there's a problem. They are, after all, the people who define you, and without whom you feel alone. And sometimes, you are going to be alone. That's for sure lah. But it doesn't have to last forever. Figuring out who you are, what matters to you in another person, frees you to find the people with whom you can form significant connections.

If something is weighing on my mind, it's likely that talking to a sympathetic and objective person will relieve my burden. I'm missing my mum as I'm writing this. So yeah.

random photo. hee~

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