Saturday, August 28, 2010

1st Wacom drawing.
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Mom- Makassar

Revenge of The Mummy- Universal Studio Singapore

Sunday, May 30, 2010


New favorite thing in the world: Toy Animals.

Take your heart and cut it up


Turn sideways and you will see.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

New Favorite Word


insane |inˈsān|adjectivein a state of mind that prevents normal perception, behavior, or social interaction; seriously mentally ill : certifying patients as clinically insane |he had gone insane.(of an action or quality) characterized or caused by madness :charging headlong in an insane frenzy | his eyes glowing with insane fury.in a state of extreme annoyance or distraction : a fly whose buzzing had been driving me insane.(of an action or policy) extremely foolish; irrational or illogical : she had an insane desire to giggle.DERIVATIVESinsanely |ɪnˈseɪnli| adverbORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin insanus, from in- ‘not’ + sanus‘healthy.’Photo could be seen in my Flickr account. Feel free to add me as a friend.http://www.flickr.com/photos/kareninaaisyah/

Random

I just realized that the color scheme in this current layout that I'm using is twitter-ish. Hahah. Ah well, I like it, so..

New layout (sorta)


SOOOOOOOOOO HOW'S IT GOING PEOPLE? and creepsters!


Just in case you haven't notice, I changed my layout. Well slightly, but yea, still.
And I also changed the header! Like it? I LOVE IT! I love the salmon head :D

Oh, in case you're wondering, I've been using pixelmator instead of photoshop lately. Well I haven't really posted ay of my artworks here, but yea. So for you Mac users, DON'T buy Adobe photoshop. It's a waste of money. Well except if you're a pro or have been comfortable using Adobe photoshop of course.. Like Adobe is approx. $1000, while pixelmator is only $69 something (CANADIAN). So yea, if you're about to start experimenting with photoshop and those kind of stuff, I suggest not to buy Adobe first. Because it's more difficult to use, and it's WAAAAAAY EXPENSIVE!

So bye for now!
K. Moestadjab

I Told You So

I don't care about your stupid rules, not a bit.

I don't care about your behavioral problems, not even in a flash of light.
I don't care of your stupid irrational reasons. It is not true.

The true nature of lies, as those splotches of blood, dries on the floor.
They seeps through the ice cold ground.
Disappeared. With no one knowing.

Bones are slowly decomposing. And those bodies, decaying.
As warm breath of Summer, fighting through the blistering cold winds of December.
I can see that ugly old oak tree.

It's standing there. Watching my every moves.
It is an old ugly oak tree, can't you see it?
It is not a young shoot of peach tree. The ones that you could imagine the sweet scent of it even when it's not there yet.

Fools. As deaf as a post.

I can feel my own self, rotting in this dark cellar.
Spending my days counting how many times those tiny splotches of blood reaches the ground.
Quickly dries, as if it will give the sense that pain will soon ease off from under my skin.

Nothing can be done. It's 10 o' clock at night. All the trains has left.
And I'm on board. Heading to my next destination.
Away. Away from this erratic pandemonium.

It's just like watching black and white TV; I can see those bleeding colors, trying to push through and break the barriers of fantasy and reality.

As you sing your melody, those hidden notes are tormenting my sanity.
Insane. Had I gone insane? I sure want to. So I could hide this scars in fantasy land.
You're not running after me. I know. I can hear you. Screaming her name.

She's a crackhead prostitute if you ask me.
How do I know? Everyone knows. Everyone sees. Everyone listens.
It is just you. Buried in those thick layers of lies. Not once tries to find your way out of there.

And now, you ask my willow tree to grow apples. It ain't going to happen.
After all, it is my willow tree. Not yours. You can't expect more from it. I won't let you.
I'm not going to let your crackhead prostitute rest under my willow tree. I don't care what she's been through. She should've known better. But then I remember, she sold her brain for a whiff of cigar and dried leaves for that bong of hers.

Lies runs through their veins. Thick. Thicker than blood.
Cut her vein if you're unsure. You'll hear all the lies. Finding it's way resting with the other dried splotches of blood on the ground.
And you'll just stand there. Staring in disbelieve. Crying. Losing your sanity.

I told you so. You just won't listen.
I warned you so. You won't bother to think of it.

The clock is ticking. Counting it's way to the finish line. But you just sit there. Mind occupied with that poison ivy.

And when it's time; when the bell rang. I'll just stand there and watch. You. Slowly dying.

I told you so.


Saturday, January 16, 2010

It's 10:33 And I'm Waiting for My Hogwarts Acceptance Letter

Hey people! It's been forever since my last post! I don't know but every time I feel like I wanted to post something brilliant, after few seconds of typing it, I just feel it's just some stupid crap. I can't believe it's almost 5 month since I got here in Canada!


I don't know what to say, but I feel like those first few months here, is the best so far. Since I'm still trying to adapt and all, so it's like a whole new journey and such. It's not that I don't like it here.. Don't get me wrong, but it's just.. It's kinda awkward now, being a geeky Asian girl who always have TI-84 Calculator in her purse.

You know what? Now I feel how it is like to be alone. And you all know the symptoms of loneliness. When you're listening to The Beatles while typing random crap in your blog at 10:40 p.m. And what you could think of is how to hack your cousins' Facebook account without them knowing and such. Geez, I'm such a dork.

The only reason why I type this stuff, is because typing makes me think that I actually speak or communicate with someone. Even though I know that nobody read this stupid blog anyways.. Oh God how I wanted to watch some retarded show on Indonesian TV channel. Something like those ridiculously impossible stories about demon child with pet giant dragon fly on Indosiar.

All I can think about now is, am I going to make it through? Am I going to be successful? Or am I just going to ended up wasting all these money?

So many questions, and nobody's here.. Nobody can answer my questions.

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