button badges for rajee

So the other day Rajee a.k.a. Raja Atikah Iffah bt. Raja Shahrom

conned me into designing button badges for a campaign she's organizing.

It's to do with plagiarism.

Apa kaitan with psychology huh?

Tatau.

And we were discussing yadaa yadaa yadaa about what tagline might be catchy

while wandering aimlessly in Pyramid and I came up with this:

"I'm not plagiarizing! Am I?"

I liked it.

She loved it.

So Rajee ranted summore and hahah ok I'm joking.

She then selamba-ly asked me to come up with

designs for button badges because

"bookmarks are just so boring."

(Note: Bitchy mode; ON.)

I thought of messing around with typo.

Make it look more sophisticated and matured kan.

Coz we're UNI students now.

I like these.

I'd actually pin 'em on my bag if you gimme one.

Then Rajee randomly called me and suggested the no-entry/no-parking signs.

Turns out like this.

The one on the right is just for fun.

Humour kan.

A few days later, Rajee called again.

"Soey ah. Can put cartoon inside ah?

Make it cuuute mah-hah-hah-hah!"

Turns out like these.

I like the first pair.

I'm fine with the second pair.

I don't like the last pair.

So yeah.

Happy campaign-ing Rajee! :D

things i need to remember

#1 My appetite for life.

Just bear that in mind, okay?

Nothing else matters. And everything else will turn out awesome.

hello

Last post was a month and a half ago.

WHUAAA!

Damn fast can?

Anyway, my current status: I-think-I'm-kinda-sorta-depressed.

Whatever depressed means. To me, it's not being yourself.

I am so not myself lately. So, so not.

'tupik.

Oh! Meet my new best friend, Moodswing.

One moment, I feel like a superstar! (Aaron can imagine very well how I'd go saying that line out loud) I feel awesome. On top of the world! Nothing can bring me down!

Next, I feel as lousy as shit. Shit. I feel lousier than shit. Most of the time, it's nothing. Nothing happened, and suddenly I feel like a loser. I inhaled, and think I'm mentally weak. I made myself breakfast, and think I suck. I drive to work, and think I'm a failure.

Well, when dealing with people, it's half honest, half pretense. It's not difficult, but it's not easy either. But it's not like that with everyone. I'm honest and true when being with people I love and really care about. Somehow, I'm positive when they're around.

Aiyok.

Blogging after such a long break and already ranting so much. UN-awesome stuff summore. Cheh. Anywayyy.

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Ni shuo bo de dian hua...

*bu zhi dao bu zhi dao bu zhi dao*

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i painted

These!

Shoes: provided by cousin.

Materials: eeny weeny brush and acrylic paint.

Paint job started: February 2010

Paint job ended: August 2010

Ini lah tarak guna punya freelancer.

Hahahahah~

Oh well.

=.="

i admit

I had an affair last night.

But gawd it felt good.

Sweating.

Panting.

Screaming.

Running.

Dribbling.

Shooting.

I'd do it again. Anytime.

Rose says,

"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

"There are only four secrets to staying young. Being happy. Achieving success. You have to laugh and find humour everyday. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

"We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

"There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

"Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

"They elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear deaths are those with regrets..."

***Growing older is mandatory. Growing up is optional.

temper

I use to think I'm a patient person. I have GREAT amount of patience. I can stand annoyance and buggers and anything related to the word "irritation" for a very salute-able length of time.

Not now. Any simple thing. A word, a gesture, a facial expression, just about anything could trigger the bomb in me. Then I frown. I sulk. I keep quite. Or I talk like I'm shouting.

Anger is very hard to suppress.

For a very long time, I never let out my anger openly. Only when things get beyond my control, I cry. It's always tears of anger. I cry till I can't cry anymore then I vomit it all out to someone. A close friend usually.

Not now. I dare myself to spill the hatred out. I dare myself to act like my angry self. To do things my otherwise-patient-self would not do, for the sake of not hurting others. I dare myself to hurt others.

And I hate myself after that.

That is, if I hurt people who didn't do anything to me. Who might be oblivious to what sparked my anger. Who might have no idea at all that they were the one who made my upset.

I would apologize later on. When all the damage is done. When I feel so helplessly sorry. I would apologize.

If you hurt me first. If you do something you know would make me throw up flames. Then I have no qualms making your life miserable. Or I'll simply cut you off completely. You mean nothing to me then.

It's rare. RARE. That I lose my temper. But it happens pretty often now.

I think I lost myself somewhere. I lost the ability to be optimistic. Lost the chill factor. Lost the child in me. I lost me. My dreams. My ambition. My will to do things that matter. Fuck.

I don't wanna be a lost case.

Four years. For four years now, I've been trying to collect myself. Restore myself. I want to feel like myself. Not behaving like what I'm expected by others. But it's becoming a habit. And habits are not easy to get rid of.

To myself,

If you have to, gather your guts. Use it for beneficial purposes. Using your guts to harm in any way, is a cowardly act.

If it's necessary, stand up. Stand up for yourself. For people you care for. For what you know is right. Otherwise, shut up.

Now, go sit in a corner and think of what you've done today. Learn. And grow up. Mature from the lessons you've learned. And never forget.

But with that idiot brain, I doubt you'll remember anything past midnight. Try anyway, okay.

someday

For all you stressed-out peeps out there.

(and myself, no kidding)

Don't give up just yet.

Persevere.

Endure.

Just hang on.

Things will get better.

And you'll never wish you feel more alive.

You can go
You can start all over again
You can try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide
Hold all your feelings inside
You can try to carry on when all you want to do is cry

Now wait
And try to find another mistake
If you throw it all away then maybe you can change your mind
You can run, oh
And when everything is over and done
You can shine a little light on everything around you
Man, it's good to be someone

'Cause maybe someday
We'll figure all this out
We'll put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to just feel better now and
Maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud
We'll be better off somehow, someday

And I don't want to wait
I just want to know
I just want to hear you tell me so
Give it to me straight
Tell it to me slow

'Cause sometimes we don't really notice
Just how good it can get
So maybe we should start all over
Start all over again