Boy oh Boy

Days Left : 172
Six years ago, I kept my hair long because I wanted boys to like me. Six years later, I'm saying, screw it, panjang, pendek, same je. If the dude is interested, he will ask you out. I'm having my hair cut. I've always secretly wanted to look like a boy.

A Case of The Cekodok.

Days Left : 174

For those who haven't had cekodok in a while, go get some. Tak pon, karipap.

Hot Hot Chicken Shit

Days Left : 175

Have you ever felt the shit of a chicken that just came out of its butt? Apparently its warm.I guess it should be considering it came from the inside. And it gets stone cold pretty fast too. Well, like chicken shit my life has been filled with plenty of luke warm activities. Ask my mom, she probably has a list of things I got my self into and never really finished or followed through till the end. Things she gladly reminds me when I go off focus. Lets just say I was never meant to be a violinist, a tennis champion or a karate master.

Which comes to today, where I was suppose to start off on all these major projects so that some major design studio would be begging to hire me or at least get to a really cool type grad school in about a 100 and 75 days; but I didn't.

I woke up, ate 2 slices of cold pizza, 1 chocolate cake (with whipped cream) and lay in bed all day long watching weird movies about gay guys falling in love with a hit of porn. I was even tempted to just close this blog because I was just too lazy to write today.

Thank God for the chicken shit analogy.

Type School

Days Left : 176

Today I begin my journey searching for grad schools again. All of a sudden my stress levels elevated it self from 0 to 7 on the scale of 0 to 10.Technically I was suppose to graduate in 2011. Guess what, I changed my mind. Don't get me wrong I love advertising and it's power to manipulate society but I wasn't about to spend another year to write a 35 page thesis paper about it. In exchange, I'd rather do another MA in a different field. One that I have always been fascinated with but never really got a chance to have an in-depth exploration on it.

Typography.

Yes, I would like to be a typographer.

For those who are wondering, apekah binatang typography ni?

In short, it's idealized writing.
In a well-made book where a typographer has done his/her job well,no matter how many thousands of lines and pages they must occupy, the letters are alive. They dance in their seats and sometimes they rise and dance in the margins and aisles. Hahaha, i just cracked myself up. (Nope, I'm not on crack, I finished my stash last Friday and still waiting for my new stock.) If you want a more detailed description, click here.

Here's a sneak peak of my type design skills. A logo and a collateral for a shop called Beautiful Play. (It's been badly man handled by men)

LISTS

Days left : 177

1.Update portfolio.
2.Apply to another grad school.
3.Get social security number.
4.Start job hunting.

Meta planning is when you plan to make plans.
For those who have found their purpose in life, I say congratulations. For those who haven't, life's too short to be worried.(wait, maybe you should worry? yes? no? I don't know.)

Prelude

Life goes by pretty fast. Before you know it, you're 60, diagnosed with terminal cancer and preparing to die. ( yes, say hello to my dark side.) I haven't been living like I'm dying tomorrow. Which if you come to think about it, is pretty sad.

If you haven't heard this song, please take time to do so.



In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York.

Dare I dream? Perhaps.