East Coast Road Trip

Okay, maybe the 'i *heart* ny' car plate was a tad pretentious than intended, but i bet if i did swing by to new york someday, i'll surely heart it. I've got a good feeling about it. So, lets put the sign as a little premonition of one of the places to visit before the satan summons me. Which, i pray really hard, would be a long time more to go coz' i'm just too fabulous for hell right now or even for the tens of years to come. Wait till my lips shrink into a prune, and gravity pulls my eye bags down till its touches my chin and my hips can no longer support my head, satan can have its way me. Not right now!! Oy, there goes the yapping voice of mine again projecting all across blogsphere. Totally irrelevant. Haha.

Anyway, yes, the road trip. I just got back from a road trip. Nowhere far or abroad, just the east coast. And my, the east coast is TOTALLY SCANDALOUS!! Unexpected as it might sound, and believe me i wasn't looking for it too at the beginning, but boy did i have a blast!

P.S. It's one of my longest post and i sound awfully lot like a mad tour guide. So beware!

I think this picture was taken along karak highway. That is, if karak highway is the highway to go to kuantan from kuala Lumpur. If not then, well, its not la. Haha. Coz’ every highway looks the same to me somehow. I’m retarded like that.

Another highway shot. This one was taken from the route between kuantan and kuala terengganu. It’s awfully quiet that day. I just *heart* traveling during weekdays on non-holiday dates. It’s fantabulous to the tee :D

Rantau abang, terengganu. A definite must go for sunbathers longing for a quiet beach side escape. Although, try not to don your most minuscule bikini, for chances of you being gunnysack beaten and stuck up the drain is pretty high, if so! :P

Tengku zaharah mosque, kuala terengganu. One of my favorite mosques among the hundreds. Built on a floating platform, that leads to a river, the mosque screams serenity, pure and calm. The whole white on white feels reminds me of some of the mosques in turkey.

The park around tengku zaharah mosque. A splendid place for sordid activities behind the bush. Haha. Kidding. Don’t do it or you too would be gunnysack beaten and stuck up the drain. And that would not be a very pretty sight. No. Not pretty at all.

Tucked at a corner along kuala terengganu’s chinatown, you’ll find this dainty little chinese temple. A vibrant touch to stroke away the monotone of kuala terengganu.

Taken along some of the villages in kuala terengganu. Gawd! Our survey and mapping department comes up with the oddest village names ever. They should be given a medal for their somewhat creative idea. Among the weirdest would be; Kampung Belum Baru (Not New Village), Kampung Seterus (Next Village), Kampung Tiong (and next to it is Kampung Chiong), Kampung Tiram Buruk (Bad Oyster Village), and there’s even a highway called, Lebuhraya Pusing (in indonesian that would mean, Headache Highway...haha) Thank God we live in such an awesome country. Now you see why I salute the flag every morning.

The main bridge that takes you to the crystal mosque in kuala terengganu. My picture of the mosque didn’t turn out quite well but its another must see, for it’s the first smart mosque EVER equipped with IT facilities and WiFi coverage. So now, one can technically log on and pray :D

Moonlight beach, kelantan. The very edge of our east coast shoreline. Beware though, for its massively inhabited every evening with bus loads of kids flying kites over the horizon while their parents enjoy a sunset meal along the many malay restaurants found on the beach.

The road to cherating. Shady. A perfect spot to have the windows down and dooze off under the windy sky.

The endless paddy fields of kuala terengganu.

Visit wat phothivihan, kelantan and you’ll find the longest sleeping buddha of its kind in southeast asia.

Tumpat, the smallest district in kelantan, is just a step away to thailand. For me its sort of like a prelude to thailand, where you’ll experience an overcrowding swamp of tourist, trying to buy EVERYTHING under the sun while juggling with five kids and their in-laws. It’s crazily insane.

Taken at one of the stopover between the journey from kelantan to ipoh. The boundless mountainscape is a soothing sight away from the usual cityscape found at home.

The coconut plantations along ipoh to kuala selangor. Easily one of my favorite roads EVER!!

And finally, as you can see, i was a jolly good spot throughout the road trip. And that’s a perfect reason for some camwhoring :D

Bela Borsodi

Am at michelangelo now, waiting to get my design ideas heard. I hate waiting. I find it a really horrible way to pass time. And waiting makes me bored. And when I’m bored, I like to take the photoshop for a little spin and *drum roll*, I give you my little impression of bela borsodi for v magazine.

Mine, is of course way less impressive and more covered up, while he’s just screams censorship out loud! Have a look at his website and you'll know what i mean. Cheerio!

Vintage Thursday

Just a little something that i came up for a friend's website awhile back. Jeez, its been yongs since i last heard from them. Wonder if they have found another friend to replace me. That lucky bastard!

I see EYES

Mid-week art injection from the big ol' stinkarooni ME :D

я любовь русский человек!! aka I love russian men!!

For the past month, i have been insanely addicted to google hogging. Its so damn alluring but in an evil way, like cupcakes to a fat lady. Dumbbells to a muscle mary. Poo-jabbing to boy george. You get the idea...

Anyways, what got me all hot and bothered was looking thru the many projects out there, where simply ideas turn into crazy shit ass art pieces. As such by the wonder boy of two dimensional photography, dmitry maximov.

P.S. His webpage is in a totally different language that looks awfully like pocahontas tree trunk inscription. Though I’m quite sure its in russian. Quite sure.

And ever since the flu have destroyed my social life, coz' going out is never an option anymore, i've got way too much time on my hands and tada...my little piece of dmitry. Not exactly the same, for my 2d really looks 2d while his just blends in perfectly well with the photograph but well, i'm an amateur. So sue me!!

Road Trip

coming soon to you as morally bankrupt as possible!

Jelly Me

I watched transformers with the girls a few nights ago, and boy, is shia labeouf gawwwjus or what!! I reckon if i could get a dollar every time i felt this ‘fiery’ sensation whenever i think of him, i'll probably retired before the third installation of transformers, suffered multiple second-degree burn and would smell very much like a toast. A good toast, that is, not those soggy, stale toast mum forced down my throat every morning when i was in school. Yuck! *shivering* I could still taste it after all this years. Which, if i daresay, explains why i can't be blame for my years of painkiller addiction and weekly therapy session, for i have a solid reasoning for doing so. Bad toast makes you a whacked job. Haha.

Anyhow, as i was saying, shia labeouf is simply gawwwjus! God, i don't think they make homosapiens as fine as him anymore, chimpanzee maybe but surely not humans. We're unfortunate in that sense. We should be saving our gene pool and not those lovely pink dolphins, wild eyes tibetan monkey and playful siberian tigers. They can wait for their turn. What’s more concerning is that our world is painfully lacking of good-looking guys (maybe girls too but hey, in all honesty, they does not concern me as much...sorry lilmissmei, i didn't mean you. You're different. You're not like those girls. You're eternally beautiful as always and only one of you is, well, ENOUGH) Oh. Oh. And i just want to say, i think i have selective blood scared. I'm not terrify when it comes to blood donation, cuts and bruises, but the slightest sight of head bursting, knuckles popping and flesh ripping blood flow would send me straight to the floor, gallivanting with death. I guess I’m one of those who have a problem with ugly blood. Wait. What am i saying here? God, i sure am in a babbling mood today. Yapping away, almost forgetting why i'm writing this post. Shitezaaa! Am i turning into a yenta?!! Next thing i know, i'll be hitting thirty, with an eating binge whenever i get depressed and still living with my ma...wait a minute, did i just predict my future in the clearest fashionable way possible? No. Nah. I couldn’t be. I need a crystal ball to do that. While all i have is just a bald spot on my knee from my little stunt with the epilator and that could hardly pass up as a crystal ball even if i squint my eyes the smallest it could allow me.

Anyway, nonsense rambling aside, the whole transformers experience left me feeling a tad insecure somehow. I mean i doubt i’ll be able to fit into shia’s shoes or any superhero's shoes, for that matter, if given the chance to. I just don’t trust myself with the whole saving-the-world-before-bedtime-routine. I'll be freaking out half the time just thinking about the pressure i'll be shouldering. And to be completely frank, i can't run, jump, kick, punch, crawl and fight for the life of me. I'm useless like that. And i blame it all to my standard two p.e teacher for molding me into this lethargic jelly that i am. You don't teach hockey to a scrawny eight years old when the freaking hockey stick is taller than him, and not expect him to freaked out like a pansy and never sweat again. She effing ruin sports for me entirely.

*Sob* *Sob* So, run along now and let me be with my unheroic self. Oh, and before you go, hand me that bottle of whisky. I'll drown myself while i'm at it.

Goodnight and goodbye fellow bloggies.

Don't you just love projects!

I love projects. Actually, i love starting a project more. Nothing beats the thrill of fabricating an idea into something more than just a snippet of my imagination. I'm a sucker for embarking on new adventures, fiddling with the unknown and to be an avant-garde of my own.

However, maintaining the whole project to the very end is the hardest part, one that i've never learned to master. You see, i'm a sturdy gemini with a fickle mind set of a senile eighty years old, who move on from projects quicker than a bored up twenty year old flipping thru channels. I'm handicapped in that sense. Oh, does it mean i'm legal to park at those handicap spots in ikea? Hmm.

Anyhow, a zippy shout out to the londoner who came up and finishes(!), the little people project, without whom i'll never truly understand how ginormous the world around me is.

Go visit little people and start a project of your own!

Where has the paper unicorn gone?

I've somehow lost sight of the waltzing paper unicorn by the dusty sawdust lake. It was a long while since i last heard the silent chimes of its bell, shivering thru my thoughts. The silvery tiny bell worn around the circle of its unicorn, that twinkles with the slightest heartbeat. I wonder if darkness has painted its existence away. Erasing every solid bit of it, till i'm left without even an echo of its being.

I searched wildly at every room in my memory for the trace of the paper unicorn. Meddling with the quiet turbulence of my mind, dragging it past consciousness, into a vault of untrue reality where sparkles of imagination ignite the wildest dreams. And maybe, just maybe, i'll find my lost paper unicorn amidst the freezing sea of fallen possibilities.

Doodle-icious ME!

This is what happen when you're stuck in the office with too much time to kill and not enough boys to play footsie with. You doodle. And doodle. And doodle away the hours till its time to hit the road back home again.