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Chreezy. 19. Indonesian.
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:: TV series :: HEROES. CSI: Miami. CSI. CSI: NY. Gilmore Girls. House, M.D. Grey's Anatomy. Smallville. Alias. Prison Break. 4400. Gossip Girl. The Lost Room. The Sarah Connor Chronicles.
The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Memento. The Game. The Italian Job. Jason
Bourne trilogy. Transformers. A Few Goodmen. A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Yellowcard. Switchfoot.
One Republic. The Fray.
Fall Out Boy.
Something Corporate. Snow Patrol.
Sugarcult.
Simple Plan.
Lifehouse.
Goo Goo
Dolls. Breaking Benjamin. Carpark North. Daughtry.
Blake Lewis.
:: Books :: Harry Potter series. Inheritance trilogy. Bartimaeus trilogy. The Chronicles of Narnia. The Blue Nowhere. The Partner. The Third Twin. Meg Cabot's works.
Formula One Racing. Kimi Raikkonen. Matt Damon. Jason Badower. Chocolate.
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In the Name of some Grade Saturday, March 29th, 2008
I went hunting for my photography assignment with two of my friends in Menteng, to be exact on "Taman Suropati". And boy oh boy did I know that it would be so eventful...
Early in the hunting, when I was crouching down under those many huge trees, trying to catch the sight of the doves flying, suddenly I felt a hot splash on me. It took me a moment to register what happened. I slowly looked down to my left hand (as my right one was gripping the camera) to see bird's shit on it!!! Of course my first instict was to curse(!!!), but fortunately the first thought that I fully listened to was to clean myself up right away. I got some on my face (yeap, imagine), glasses, shirt, and jeans. But all in all I was still lucky, 'coz none of them got onto the camera. Heh. Yep, I love the camera more than my shirt, LoL. No, seriously. If some smudges got onto your shirt, you can always wash them easily, but if any got onto the camera (and God forbid even into it), you have to clean it with extra carefulness, just because of the complexity and the age and the sensivity of the parts. So, yeah, I wasn't in full panic mode, I guess. I mean, I got shit on me (geez, I cannot believe I just wrote that), but it wasn't infectious or something, so I opted not to go home straight away, since Menteng is a bit far from my home. If I went home, it would be a complete waste of my time to go to Taman Suropati in the first place. So there I was, trying to clean myself up, my two friends offering tissues and verbal support (plus verbal threat to the birds), and then this man in uniform came up to us. He said, to one of my friends (while I lurked in the back, trying to rinse myself out of the dirtiness), "Excuse me, are you Mr. Nw?" (I was thinking, "Damn, what now?") It turned out that at the right side of the park - taman - is the USA Embassy, and Nw accidentally (and because he had no idea) pointed his camera to the direction of the embassy. TMIU (The man in uniform) told him - and us, 'coz we were just standing there close to him - that it's forbidden to take pictures of the embassy (even though only the high gates you can see). Meanwhile TMIU was asking for Nw's ID card, I cleaned myself up. By the time he went back, TMIU followed, asking him to pose with his camera so Nw's photo can be taken by TMIU. And the crazy - sableng, I'd say in Indonesian - thing was, Nw said to me and my other friend, "Come on, he wants to take our pictures." Yeah, rightttt... For sure I don't want to be black-listed by the USA Embassy. No, thank you. In the span of ten minutes, something happened to two out of three of us. Such an event. Regarding other stuff happened then, well, I got nothing more as 'movie-worthy' as those two. It's just that now we can say that, "In the name of some (photography) grade, I've been screwed by some birds/I've been in the danger of being black-listed by US authorities." Huh. Who says we're not a bunch of dedicated students?
Creativity & Sin Friday, March 28th, 2008
I'm feeling creative today, but I also sinned.
It's Computer in my class schedule for today. We're supposed to do some tracing (you know, like using see-through paper on top of the picture then you trace its outline with pencil, but doing this with computer), but instead of using Illustrator (which we've all already familiar with), we do it with Photoshop. Our menu for today was tracing some pictures then arranging them into nice composition in another .psd document.
And I have to say, I like my composition so far. And believe it or not, my classmate who sat beside me actually got his inspiration from mine that he composed this 'battle' from his pictures, and I say, whoa, that bastard got a cool taste. Xp
And.... for the sin?
All I can say is I did something I don't think I'd do several years ago, and I don't feel too guilty about this. I mean, few years back, my angel side would totally hassle my evil side and I'd sacrificed yet myself for someone(okay, a jerk)'s sake in the end. This time, however, I actually put myself ahead of everyone else (okay, really, just this someone) and I told her straight fully, "No." then gave my reason why I said so and implied that I needed her to sacrifice too. I mean, I have sacrificed for her sake previously, so it's only fair, IMO, if she showed some incentive to return the favor.
Few minutes after, however, something came up (okay, new information) that made me able to say "Yes" to the previous someone, but I didn't change my answer. Now, it wasn't a straightforward lie, but I know that I sinned because I don't feel like releasing the information, because then, yet again, it's me who'll become the lamb.
How bad do you bet my sin is? Especially since I'm not feeling bad as of right now.
Perhaps it's true that as people grow older, their morality degrades. Yew, that's sure some cold fact of life. But perhaps you can also say that as people grow older, they just stop believing that everyone is worth fighting for, and that's called being awoken from an illusion.
New Layout Thursday, March 27th, 2008
This one features the original House characters: House, his three ducklings, Wilson, and Cuddy. Color scheme is still blue, I don't know why, but blue fits so many times so I'm just going to leave it at that.
I'm supposed to do some tracing in Photoshop for an assignment due tomorrow, but such a last-minute person I am, I remind myself that my class tomorrow will not begin until mid afternoon so I still have time to do the assignment at the morning. As a result of this I tweaked this layout that I'd been toying after for some time, and finally after some failures and gasps and battles with sleepiness, something decent came out of it.
Doing all those tweaking always reignites my desire to have my own personal domain. Damn.
The Glitch-ers Wednesday, March 26th, 2008
I have to ask, why is it, that in every single group one makes in his/her entire life in educational institution (elementary 'til college), there is almost always the glitch-er(s) amongst.
And the definition for the glitch-ers here is 'a person (or, if you are in a rare situation, people) whose contribution to the group is inexistent, and not because of inability but rather because of selfishness and the over confidence to the rest of the group to take full responsibility of the assignments'. Or too put it simply, the glitch-ers are those people who do no work while the others bust their asses off.
Now, if you guessed that I have one in one of the various groups I'm in right now, you're wrong. I have two in this group of four (of photography). Two, fifty percent. Geez.
And, strangely enough, the two of them aren't exactly the same glitch-ers. Now, I never knew that there are different types of gllitch-ers, but now I do. One is all talk but no action. Always asking, "How 'bout this? How about that? What should we do?" but she never actually does ANYTHING other than whining. And the other? She's without talking and action. Yep, she's that passive.
Once, we're supposed to walk to reach the nearest film processing center to obtain our newly processed negative. Me and my good friend (whom I met in college) Y were all set and ready to go, and we noticeably asked them, "Come on, let's go." However, none of them actually followed us out of the fucking classroom! Y and I looked at each other, silently agreed that clearly they didn't want to have anything to do with it. So we left without them. What made me mad was, halfway on the journey back (we - me and Y - sacrificed our break time to do the trip!!!), around twenty minutes later, the first one dared to called me on my cell and then asked, all innocently, "Hey, why did you two leave without me? Where are you?" Of course I was annoyed! I snapped into the receiver, all sarcastic, "Where do you think we are?" and then she said something like, "Okay, wait for me there." but I said, "No, it's obviously useless." and ended the conversation.
Honestly. I'm not a moron. I know that she didn't really mean when she said that she wanted to come with us, because it's twenty minutes too late!!!
And don't get me started on the other one. She didn't even show any incentive to apologize, or even wonder what happened to the negative.
Of course then I sulked. Only such a good person I am (haha), I didn't stop talking to them, but only when necessary and I wasn't alone with them. Of course me and Y picked all the best photos we thought they were, but obviously, our best still wasn't enough. T_T I have to redo all of the photos! So sad...
Why analog camera is so hard to operate??? We've been too lullabied by digital camera!
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