//design is a prism through which i see everything//

//The Elephant Parade//

2011-12-19T12:32:00.010+08:00

Painted my very own elephant at the Elephant Parade workshop at Tangs in support of the Asian elephant conservation. I was a half hour late due to traffic (SMRT's delay that morning and all that goes into that, is testament to the fact that our transportation is utterly unreliable, and that the inflated travel fare goes straight into our government's pocket and not into providing a more stringent safety measure i.e. a VERY THOROUGH technical check). That aside, with only one half hour to finish my elephant, I decided to paint polka dots, in colors I love - black, white, brown and baby blue. Why polka dots? Coz I don't see them painted on the elephants as yet :)

Painting the base.

Hard at work painting circles.

//Infographics//

2011-12-09T04:18:00.012+08:00

Recently, I created a number of infographics now that it is in high demand. Clients are veered to using infographics now as they are interesting, contain easy-to-digest information and adds value. This creates a positive connection in the eyes of the consumer, thus making him more likely to engage your brand, find your information very insightful or buy your product depending on the key objective of the infographic. A few may request for press releases in the form of an infographic, while a fraction may prefer informative posters in that format of which are equally interesting.
At the end of the day, we are just attracted to colours and shapes, aren't we?

Check out my infographic via the press release below.

Research: Indian Companies Spending More on Digital - PRNewser

//Bubble-nim//

2011-12-09T03:34:00.004+08:00

A special request pops up to mess up a denim dress for a free-spirited, beautiful, good friend, Mardy, who is currently pursuing her dreams and hopefully kicking Nat Geo Music channel's boring ass with her travelogue of inspiring street music/art performers and friends in South America, heading south to cover forty cities in thirty counties over ten months, spending five to seven days in each city. She currently huddles with The Busking Project who has filmed over two dozen acts across the globe and I heard, are an amazing bunch.

Please do visit their website when you have the time or follow Mardy as she blogs excerpts of wanderlust and on the interesting folks she has crossed paths with on WheeWanderingMusings.

About the Bubble-nim dress - I used fabric paint and markers for the bubbles, and illustrate Ms Malika on the back, blowing bubbles of course :) There is a backview of a naked chick illustrated on the front but this one rocks better. I may have added more colours but figured I should just go simple and not let it be as chomot as I am. Didn't manage to take a picture of the dress at the end of my intensive work coz I forgot!

Thanks Mardy for the photos!

Mardy on the rooftop in Cuba.

//Why Isn't You Tube Playing on My Blogs??//

2010-03-22T21:54:00.001+08:00

What the hell!!!!!

//What The Fuck's Yellow? And Then Go Berserk//

2010-03-10T00:31:00.001+08:00

If you take someone's thoughts and feelings away, bit by bit, consistently, then they have nothing left, except some gritty, gnawing, shitty little instinct, down there, somewhere, worming round the gut, but so far down, so hidden, it's impossible to find. Imagine, if you will, a worldwide conspiracy to deny the existence of the colour yellow. And whenever you see yellow, they told you, no, that isn't yellow, what the fuck's yellow? Eventually, whenever you saw yellow, they would say: that isn't yellow, course it isn't, blue or green or purple, or. . . . You'd say it, yes it is, it's yellow, and become increasing hysterical, and then go berserk.

//C2 Ka-Pow//

2010-03-09T00:15:00.007+08:00

: Flash Web for C2 :

Watch this space for the completed web.

//Substation's Fundraising Mailer//

2010-03-01T20:45:00.005+08:00

Conceived the scrapbook idea for the fundraising mailer a few years ago for BrainHook while I was freelancing with them. After which we had people from the Substation and our friends to volunteer in creating each booklet by hand. One of my projects I am extremely happy about, for doing my bit in helping to spread the message of flourishing art in Singapore. At that time, art was not supported by many as it is today.

//Chingay TwentyZeroNine//

2010-03-01T20:06:00.003+08:00

Helping out street artist, Zero, with spray painting a few of his thirty barrels for

Chingay 2009. Thanks for letting me help.

//BLOG UPGRADING IN PROGRESS//

2010-02-28T05:42:00.001+08:00

Sorry for any inconvenience caused.

//Twenty-One on the Twenty-First//

2010-02-25T00:24:00.007+08:00

Deluded Alice and Mad Hatter by Ms.Fit / Zero

: A gift for our little cousin's twenty-first birthday :

//UNESCO - Centre for Arts Research in Education//

2010-01-12T01:54:00.006+08:00

: Website Illustration :

A different approach to represent art research in education.

The client loves bright colours and bold letters.

An illustration that is definitely new for me to execute.

Do check it out: http://www.unesco-care.nie.edu.sg/

It will be up some time in March.

//Swallowed Into The Vortex Of Time//

2010-01-05T00:09:00.006+08:00

My mind is blocked with stuffed sheep, musty fleeces, mold-covered documents and discolored photographs. Its corners caked with unfulfilled dreams. It precipitate as weather, appearing from somewhere, then evaporates leaving only memory. The memory is taking on renewed reality. A palpable reality...

//Suffering From Photoshop Anxiety//

2009-12-29T01:28:00.016+08:00

I Am A Perfectionist. A Nutsy Narcissist. A Klutz. Noise. Chomot. A Tad Too Fast For Some People. White Chocolate Addict. Sometimes I forget to breathe slowly. Let's count from one to ten. With my eyes closed.

: UNESCO-NIE CARE website illustration :
The actual completed illustration is different than the one shown above
(the new one I did is more vibrant and colourful as per client's request)
but I like this one so I'm just gonna let this post be.

//Lead Generation//

2009-12-05T12:57:00.004+08:00

: One-shot to do a magazine supplement cover :
This is nothing much but I'm just doing my part in updating my blog.

//A Guilty Conscience Needs To Confess. A Work Of Art Is A Confession//

2009-10-30T19:50:00.015+08:00

Illustrated Web Banner and Navigational Links for

The Substation's Revamp Website
Check it out http://www.substation.org/

Web banner studies.

//It's A Boy//

2009-09-16T11:15:00.007+08:00

: A Baby Shower :

Inspired by a baby and the Super Mario Bros Nintendo.

Mad love for floating cubes.

//Taking A Crap//

2009-08-17T01:06:00.011+08:00

Flightless birds era. Feather boa fever.
I do silly things in my free time.

//Fun + Mental= Fundamental//

2009-07-21T03:47:00.015+08:00

A try out. Refurbishing my webbie. Thinking of using this as the flash intro.

//I Am Hummingbird//

2009-07-03T11:46:00.023+08:00

What's On - The Substation - Brochure July to Sept 2009

Only recently finalised. This brochure should be out on the stands pretty soon.
*After being in suspended animation for the longest time, its about time I update this blog.
Brushing up my skills on illustration. I hope I still got it*

//Spread the Greenery//

2009-01-21T13:47:00.005+08:00

I love trees too! Lets all come together for a good cause.

Planting trees for free to heal the earth.

Here's a poster taken from TreesForFree.org. I love how they embodied our community and
their destructive nature + lifestyle within a single entity in black and white which epitomizes
life without the luxuries of greenery.

This poster portrays our seemingly colourful life in black and white.
It highlights the polluting nature of our lifestyle and urges you to plant trees to
offset the carbon emissions you're responsible for.

Source: www.treesforfree.org

//What's On!//

2008-11-28T17:23:00.005+08:00

:For Substation:
Recycled my illustration. Lazy.

//Equilibrium and Predilections//

2008-11-28T00:22:00.019+08:00

When one is consumed by rage and sadness, our minds will be clouded, our thoughts will be in unabated turmoil and our words will be filled with contempt. Our actions will always be thought of as a quick-witted move, hoping to tackle and rectify the matter at hand. But is it really what we want? I am not a perfect person. Neither is everyone else. I made many mistakes in my life of which I am not proud of. Yet I conveniently pushed the blame to another person when there are slight turbulences especially if it is due to my own doings. Do we sometimes think that what we are doing is for the sake of the greater good and that we have probably been wise about the decisions at that pivotal moment? Usually when problems arise, our probable future flashed past and we questioned ourselves if that is the life we want. I believe myself to be a strong-headed, stubborn, temperamental and ambitious person. I always want my way and I fight for what I believe is right. But do I really think it wise to make such a reckless decision? I thought it was. Nothing or no one else matters to me. Rolling over and begging me to scratch your bellies never worked for me. I grew tired of the life I had. I could not wait. I wanted change. I needed a different life. I long for freedom and I only wanted out. Nobody understood why things happened and started assuming. But I never cared. They will only slow me down, I say. Selfishness clung onto me, whispering for me to walk on by. And I did and I never looked back.

Life was bliss, I thought. I have achieved equilibrium which I have a strong predilection for. I have never felt freer and neither do I have regrets. ‘No attachments’ were first on my list of things to do before I turn thirty. I was contented with my life. I pushed myself to be better at what I am good at. Be it socialising, working, constantly climbing the ladder to the top with my own sweat. With these achievements, I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing the fact that I worked hard to overcome hurdles and on my own. My life is a labyrinth. I trusted my gut feelings and make my way through every turn. Sometimes, ending up at a dead end is inevitable yet I did not falter. Not yet. Pushing myself to go on was numero uno for me. I wanted to be strong and I became too strong for my own good. Choosing not to show signs of weakness is already a weakness by itself. Stubbornness. My lethal defence mechanism. Often succumbing to my temper does not help. I should simmer down.

Each day passes by in a blink of an eye. Separation, holocaust, friendship, infatuation, unification and a reunion. Everything do happen for a reason and I am thankful. We needed time apart to settle our indifferences and to realise our flaws, making ourselves a better being. Seeing the world on our own helped us attain clarity and realise how much each other meant to us indefinitely. I have come to realise that I have initiated distances all the time and that was the one thing I refuse to see then. Again, my stubbornness and selfishness played their roles very well. Our lessons in life unfolds in different forms; sadness, disappointments, regrets, delights, contempt, solemn. HE wanted us to learn but we decide. For, at the end of every path slowly yet surely wisdom will unveil itself. Optimism plays a good role. Smile. Smile. And smile. Do I forgive those who has done me wrong? Everyday. Forgive and live on. Dreams, attachments and subliminal thoughts of the past held us closer subconsciously, emotionally. We never knew that, until our path crossed once more...and despite all that we have gone through leading separate lives, we never quite forgot each other did we?
“And I thank thee above for this chance to make it right again.”

//Moth Man Prophecies//

2008-11-18T16:57:00.004+08:00

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On that day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck.

Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets.

- Unknown

//Works Which Were In Themselves Poor Have Often Proved A Stimulus To The Imagination//

2008-08-05T16:53:00.011+08:00

Chance upon one of my artworks for GameAxis online while googling my name one sunny day. (Yes. Sometimes I come up with random ideas just to kill time. Now don't tell me no one has ever done this.) Woke up from my oh so unconscious state of mind, physically staring at the computer screen sending subliminal messages to myself that I should just slack the whole goddamn day leaving the dept in chaos.

*reading the profile over and over and over again*

My personal profile seemed peculiar though. Don't remember writing them that piece.

//I LOVE EMILIE//

2008-06-23T01:42:00.009+08:00

I love her music!!!! Thought I'd give a shout out to the smellies.

//Sleepless Nights, Kopi and Teh Tarik//

2008-06-23T01:27:00.008+08:00

:Urban Planning for China. For a seminar. Animation:

Sleepless nights. Coffee. Sleepless nights. Coffee. Teh Tarik. Bread. Blasting music. Emails. Sleepless nights. Coffee. Light snacks. Graphs. Colours. Coordination. Emails.
The fundamentals to conceive this project. One of the most challenging ever.

//Supposedly Moroccan//

2008-06-22T21:44:00.007+08:00

:For my bestie:

Moroccan theme.
What do you guys think of bronze hotstamping against a cream Pulplin RJ?
Peacock feathers pasted over a purple Pulplin RJ?
Want a design to become a stunning piese of communication?
Defenestrate me if these do not work.

//Monochromatism//

2007-10-25T12:46:00.003+08:00

:Acrylic and house paint on canvas:Inspired by the idea of monochromacy.

I got tired of my bare whitewashed walls at home and thought,
'Better do something before the dad does something.
He can be a teeny bit too "creative" at times'. Very unpredictable.

Excuse Me Lil'Ms.Fit

2007-09-10T16:20:00.000+08:00

:excuse me:
Drew some, snapped some, executed one.

Burn Baby Burn

2007-08-24T17:41:00.000+08:00

: Lashez on Wood in grayscale:

Line drawing on a wooden board. Stained with soot and very simple
(Tried wiping the stain off but I was afraid the ink might come off man)
Still, I think it deserves a place on my blog as space fillers,
for the sake of updating this blog.

Toucan Toucan Bo Moucan

2007-08-13T15:30:00.000+08:00

: Toucan Scribbled Montage :

Was in the mood to customise my desktop background.
Toucans, I assumed, would make a good head start.
Photoshop, drawn, scribbles, scanned and so on...

Little Miss Stubborn

2007-08-13T13:38:00.001+08:00

When I was a little girl...
I asked my gramma to eat trash coz
she irritates me
When I was a little girl...
I pushed my grampa so
he would quicken his pace

When I was a little girl...
I lied for the first time and
had chillies shoved up my mouth

When I was a little girl...
I got too creative
my mom asked me to clean
the drawings off my neighbours' door

When I was a little girl...
I got too smart
my dad beat the hell out of me
I didn't speak to him for hours
When I was a little girl...
I wanted to run away
I packed my clothes in a piece of cloth and
tie it to the end of a stick

When I was a little girl...
I dreamt I could fly
I jumped down a flight of ten steps
causing five stitches on my forehead

When I was a little girl...
I was testing my leadership skills
I taught my younger siblings how to
climb the window grill

When I was a little girl...
I ran after a shower
I slipped and fell on my front teeth

When I grew up...
I looked back and realised my mom
must have exaggerated some details,
she made me sound worse than a lil' brat

Kanina.

2007-08-13T12:38:00.000+08:00

Dishevelling, disbelieving and nerve wrecking. What a day, what a day, what a mighty lousy day. I almost knocked a man down. What atrocity. The horror! But I have to admit, I am exaggerating a little, especially when I mentioned ‘I almost knocked a man down’. I wasn’t the driver, the brother-in-law was. We were moving at moderate speed when a man crossed the road slowly as if he was the almighty. Matted in super heroic proportions, the bro-in-law stepped on the brakes just in time to see the almost so-called accident victim breezed away spouting curses to us all. My mom almost passed out, my sis was speechless, a total opposite of her flamboyant self and I practically saw my heart pounced out of my chest, onto the granite road, rolling passed the double yellow line still beating at remarkable speed, crying. Fucking cibai, we almost hit the bastard, but it was definitely not our fault and neither was my brother-in-laws driving skills not up to the road safety’s capacity. He's a pro for gods sake. The bugger appeared out of nowhere. Even a ‘blind’ girl like me could see that the fault lies in the nutcase. Imagine the worst case scenario, the nutcase lying on the road in a pool of blood and witnesses swarming around like bees. That would have caused traffic jams and I immensely despised slow traffic. Seriously, I could not care less what comes after. Imagine the questions. The bugger deserves it. If I was driving, I would have stormed out of the car with a crowbar, knock the fugly bugger on his head, give him a piece of my mind, ”KAU BUTA KE!” and some tips on how to “widen your eyes” before jay walking. WHAT AN IDIOT! A pity. It would have been fun watching my brother-in-law screwing the bugger with myself as back up. I am such a hoodlum. Sheesh am I all shook up of what might have happened. Worse, witnessing an accident is bad enough, but being involved in one would have been…frightful? Another adventurous day? Perhaps. Fortunately nothing happened and the day goes on without a flaw. Tra la la.

Soiree...

2007-07-24T12:55:00.000+08:00

: Cenderawasih. Black, Turquoise, Gold.
A special request for a friends' bday soiree. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEEPS! :
NOTE to beeyol buggers: This is just for show on my blog, not an invitation to the soiree, capice!

Random Upload

2007-05-08T12:09:00.000+08:00

:Uploaded random project(s) for the sake of updating this dormant blog:

Hikmah

2007-05-03T15:10:00.000+08:00

Nightmare. Definition. A dream based loosely on feelings of intense fear, horror, and distress. An event or experience that is intensely distressing. A demon or spirit once thought to plague sleeping people. I believe, in my own little way, that it is a subconscious reflection of a deep thought and/or impression of an entity or event. Of which this statement is in question. ‘We cannot prevail what we cannot predict’. Or can we? Strange things have been happening to me of which I cannot decipher. Dreams I cannot fathom. Nightmares? Or perhaps visions. Prayers alone will not suffice. Dreams of a burning house, or an accident of which seemed realistic and probably surreal can also be true either partially or whole. Once I disregard these petty dreams as child’s play but regarding it ‘petty’ is a misnomer. Though a tendency of dreams being forgotten is high, a dejavu never fails to occur now and then. Enigmatic. I never thought of myself as a seer or one who sees divination. Clairvoyance? Not even when my visions became true of which I feel remorseful. One would conclude the fact that I am probably endowed with profound moral and spiritual insight. But I would prefer it to be mere coincidence no matter the counts. Lets not discuss it specifically. The dogmas of the stormy past are inadequate to the quiet present. The urge to tell the tale was decent, at least only for the ones closest to me.

An old friend once told me that in your sleep, red symbolizes a warning. In addition to the dream I had of fire, envisioning red last before my assets engulfed in flames in a matter of minutes was a shocker. Life seemed so cruel at that point. Withdrawn, melancholy, oblivious and depressed, isolation was the best solution. And for once in my life, I have never felt so despondent, vulnerable and lost that I was unsure of my own strength in overcoming the holocaust. It seemed beyond my capacity. The urge to cry was inevitable but even a single tear at that pivotal moment could have shattered someone’s heart when you are considered the pillar of strength. A shoulder to cry on was badly needed, a scream would have sufficed, and a hug would have been sufficient but my pathological narcissism flared up in time to give me a quarter strength not to falter, at least, not in front of the loved ones.

Hikmah. It means wisdom in Arabic. Was commonly conveyed by relatives and friends for comfort or to express sympathy at times like this. People believe that with each downfall, comes great wisdom. There is a reason to everything and good things are never far behind. As nonchalant as I can be at times, I believe it to be precise. Though almost all was lost, life itself took a better turn thankfully, and my karma moderately skyrocketed henceforth. To me, it takes a holocaust to know the limitations of your strength, the bonds of a family and your true friends.

For the compassion, loyalty and love, for being my pillar of strength, for keeping my feet on the ground, and for showing me that nothing is impossible in this world, I truly salute. Hearts out to the strongest person I have ever known, one whom I greatly respect and for being the nicest most understanding person in my entire life, my mom.

Its Definition

2007-04-16T13:53:00.000+08:00

In the sense, "sequence of sensations passing through a sleeping person's mind," probably related to "dream(s)," perhaps from "deception, illusion, phantasm" to deceive or delude a ghost and/or apparition. Possible cognates outside - "seek to harm, injure, lie, deceive." But dream(s) meant only joy, mirth and possibly music. Common words for "sleeping vision". Much study has failed to prove that dream is the root of the modern word for "sleeping vision," despite being identical in spelling. Either the meaning of the word changed dramatically or "vision" was an unrecorded secondary meaning of dream, or there are two separate words here. It seems as if the presence of dream of joy, mirth and music, had caused dream(s) to be avoided, at least in literature. "Sleep" was hence used as a substitute. I remarkably discovered that dream(s) in the sense of "ideal or aspiration" was first abbreviated in 1931, from earlier sense of "something of dream, like beauty or charm". Dreamy in the sense of "full of dreams;" abbreviated in 1941 as "perfect, ideal." Dreamboat "a romantically desirable person" is from 1947. Dreamscape was first used in 1959, in a Sylvia Plath poem.

Hellaciously Upset

2007-02-07T23:16:00.000+08:00

Consider myself a part-time illustrator. Creative designer by day, illustrator by night. Doing it all at my own risk. Dark eye rings are my sisters now. Computers are my bestfriends. Though I am not a full on illustrator (I prefer advertising), I try to be whenever I can find the time. A hobby more likely. I am definitely not a street artist. I believe that interest, knowledge and experience in graffiti, writing, etc, are its fundamentals. Talent and creativity if I may add, are also two of the main key elements of the makings of a true street artist. In fact it applies to everything. Know your nozzle! I am hellaciously upset that some people who has no artistic value and has the creativity of a foetus wishes to even draw a straight line and be in the limelight. Get another life! Stand behind the yellow line and view without touching. Stop pretending that you know a damn thing about the whole sordid subject. If someone says "Your work's allright" or "There is still room for improvement", they are actually being nice and truly meant "Oh my, that's horrendous!" or "It's not working for you and I truly am not sure how to put it nicely to you but you HAVE GOT TO CONSIDER ANOTHER LINE" Bah! Just read between the lines. Have a heart to those with original talent that has yet to be unveiled. I appreciate entities making the efforts to expose these hidden talents by ways unimaginable. Big hugs*. Lets purge those posers.

Flora

2007-01-24T14:18:00.000+08:00

Flora no fauna. Invite for a friend's birthday bash.

Why a babys' torso? No idea, the bestfriend conceived the idea.
Media: Illustration & Digital Imaging - Photoshop

Misadventures of a coffee junkie

2007-01-04T16:11:00.000+08:00

So, what happens if I lose enthusiasm for all communications at work? Answer: Pause whatever Im doing, take out the sketchbook, start doodling for a while, doze off and drool. Seriously, this is what I do. It is condonable though. Clients get on my nerves sometimes. Another thing that bugs me. Why do kids like to show off their new toys? Do they get satisfaction out of it? At the expense of other clueless kids who seem envious of their good fortune? Good fortune? Bah! It is pretty selfish and ignorant. Frankly, I doubt anyone cares. Stop it already. How can they tell if their toy is significant enough to be a gem (think Star Wars)? Usually, time and rarity signifies its value. For now, it's the fun of having something new that's causing the adrenalin rush. Little buggers. They sure grow up fast. Weekends are my favourite days of the week. And I strongly believe that waking up at 7am on either days is a cardinal sin. Nincompoopish? Not really. It's commonsense. Goodness, I seemed schizophrenic. But these seemd like ill-fated thoughts that is worth pondering on. Ill-fated? Nah. Misadventures perhaps. I saw the light and walked into it. Reincarnation seemed inevitable after, and yet, I am a coffee junkie still. *sheesh* And she rambles on and on and on....

Lashez:Girl Series

2006-12-29T02:06:00.000+08:00

:lashez:wink:

:lashez:star:

T-shirt designs. *Pictures are not available yet*
In addition to my doll series, I conceived the girl series with the idea of
applying ill-fated situations within the designs but thought better of it and
went with simplicity. Go black + white.

Revived

2006-12-06T12:24:00.000+08:00

:random:vessel:

:random:bash:

:random:retire:

Whilst rummaging through my old treasures, I stumbled upon these illustrations.
Was my school project.
Media: Acryllic

Jepon Skinship

2006-11-30T00:55:00.000+08:00

:lashez:geisha:

I guess lotsa peeps out there loves doing geishas and traditional japanese chics.
Media: Random doodle on an unknown notepad.

Dreams

2006-11-30T00:39:00.000+08:00

:lashez:hope:

Everyone have dreams of which they hope to achieve. Some got it, while some don't.
Don't despair. With each failure comes great wisdom.
Media: Ink on paper.

Strings Attached:Doll Series

2006-11-29T17:09:00.000+08:00

:lashez:puppet:

:lashez:doll:

Media: Black ink on paper.
The rest are done with magic fingers. xLOLx kidding, I let mr photoshop assist me for colours.

Fashionistaz

2006-11-29T17:00:00.000+08:00

:lashez:fashionistaz:

my alternate method of coloring. its quicker this way. truthfully.
media: ink on paper.

Free To Be Wild - Logo

2006-09-01T00:29:00.000+08:00

: free to be wild:logo :

My enthusiasm in updating my blog has returned once more. Probably be there for a bit. Helping out with some charity design collaterals (above: logo) for Acres - A local based wild life rescue organisation. I am beginning to get in touch with my sensitive side for the wildlife. Do check out their website www.acres.org.sg. Give the animals a voice, they certainly can't do it themselves.

Free To Be Wild - iSH Magazine Ad

2006-08-31T15:16:00.000+08:00

Acres was sponsored a page in iSH magazine. One of these ads will stand a chance to get featured in ish magazine - Oct/Nov Issue. I wonder which one will Acres choose..they can be pretty indecisve. I love all of them though. Please check out Acres website at www.acres.org.sg. Give the animals a voice, they certainly can't do it themselves.

Evolution In Discretion

2006-08-21T15:28:00.000+08:00

: lashez:evolution :

He who does not understand your silence may probably not understand your words.

Ms.Fit

2006-07-26T17:44:00.000+08:00

Design keeps me interested in life. It’s the prism through which I see just about everything. I'm interested in graphics and illustrations and in marrying the two. To create a kind of self-identity. I think it is more important to be satisfied than to succeed and I am not satisfied yet. I will be when the time is right.

Is It Me, or Is It Just The World?

2006-06-19T01:24:00.000+08:00

Website design. Hectic schedule but worth it.

Confusion, indecisiveness, selfishness and fear may be it. I am as clueless as my conscience are. What would you have done if you were in my shoes? Scamper away or stay put and face No Man's land? I'm falling, but there is no one to catch me. Could it be me? Was I being unfair? Selfish maybe? Hardly. Could have been the other way around. Maybe not. Things work in mysterious ways. Sometimes, even you can't rectify it, let alone see it coming. Either you let things take its own course, or you run your own show. I chose the latter with a heavy heart, with reasons. Numbers are nothing but compassion is everything. The turning point starts here when things I did not think would emerge, actually did. Could it be a test? I doubt it. If so, I have had them tests everyday to a point, should each be noted down on post-its, they are enough to cover every inch of my house to an extend, it covers my neighbours door as well. A test of patience then? Most unlikely. Patience is my mother of virtue but is it worth your lifetime? Seemingly hard and strong on the outside does not make me Wonderwoman. Has anyone ever considered the fact that I am just an ordinary girl who is asking for nothing more than just pure compassion? Can you just pause and think of me, for once?

G-Spot

2006-05-21T23:52:00.000+08:00

An e-flyer for the opening of a pub called G-spot. Apparently, it has closed down.
What a pity.

Lolita Lempicka

2006-05-21T22:01:00.000+08:00

One of my creative web folio from 2004 for Lolita Lempicka, Jakarta.

Good Versus Evil

2006-05-20T22:52:00.000+08:00

: lashez:lust :

Not lesbos, I just thought it would make a sweet and sexy illustration
between the (SHE) devil and an angel. I reckon its an improvement, but then,

your are entitled to your own judgement. To each its own.

Just Skin

2006-05-18T05:18:00.000+08:00

: lashez:naked :

Lady In Red

2006-05-18T01:00:00.000+08:00

: lashez:red :

I have been working on these few artworks (above & below) like im on prozac.
Once I start, I simply cannot stop. The brain is indeed enigmatic.

With Strings Attached

2006-05-17T21:15:00.000+08:00

: lashez:puppet :

What's New Pussycat

2006-05-17T10:11:00.000+08:00

: lashez:kitty1&2 :

Detection of the Extent of Rejection

2006-05-17T01:55:00.000+08:00

: lashez:snake lady :

: lashez:sexy :

Much Ado About Nothing

2006-03-28T19:32:00.000+08:00

A thinker. A procrastinator. These are a fraction of who I am. It influences what I am. If you think of these as my flaws, then so be it. These words that described me are used at a moderate rate, not extensively. An overdose can be lethal. Introvert, extrovert, I am both. If you think too much about nothing most of the times, then you must be a woman. If you are the latter, then may God help your soul. Bottomline is, women think a lot, and this extrudes a lot of categories and not just in relationships. Our mind works in mysterious ways to a point it may seemed too far fetched for the others to follow. Think about this, a thinker balances both us and our counterparts in a relationship. If you can't see it, then the problem lies in you. We think by analysing, scrutinising and rectifying. Probably even predicting. You can perhaps refer us as clairvoyant. Stereotyping women just becoz they think too much is never a fair judgement. There are definitely its advantages and disadvantages, but then everything has its good or bad. Take a mental note. Nobody or nothing is perfect.

Rapunzel Rapunzel Let Down Your Lashez

2006-03-28T14:13:00.000+08:00

: Ashez2Lashez :

Ilustrated using markers on an unknown whiteboard.

This was 1 of my first few try outs for Lashez. Still in the period of defining the features.

Extroverts Reinvented

2006-03-28T00:07:00.000+08:00

: Vector Reinvented :

1 + 2 = Postcard

2006-03-27T20:57:00.000+08:00

: substance:postcard :

1=Characters courtesy of Zero. 2=Graphics are by yours truly.

Vector Illustrations

2006-03-04T00:42:00.000+08:00

Vectors I did for a website intro.

Lashez on Notepad

2006-03-03T22:56:00.000+08:00

: notepad:lashez :

Boredom struck me again. Illustrated on a piece of useless paper,
with pencil, graphic pen and highlighter.

These Shoes Are Made For Walkin'

2006-03-03T22:04:00.000+08:00

: shoes:lashez :

There is always a first time for everything. My first Lashez shoe. An attempt to beautify

my dirty worn out shoe. Trust me when I said dirty. Washin them didn't help.

These shoes are dirtier than in the picture, thanks to Mr Photoshop.

My Sentiments Exactly

2006-01-05T20:37:00.000+08:00

: balsa:lashez :

Media: Marker on wood.
It is amazing and almost intriguing how the marker did not smudge on the wood.

Friendster anyone?

Todays' technology affects the number of friends you have, And with maximum efficiency. Online photo albums where you can upload your greatest pictures so others will notice you and msn messenger are just those few who managed to accomplish global usage of over 2million users. Do you realise that it controls us all indirectly? Hit the library, do your own research. Better still, conduct a survey. Humans get attracted to anything about the internet. From Online chatting to an online self profile. An example, Friendster.com.

Ask someone if you can add them as your friend in Friendster and they will say definitely. Notice the enthusiasm on their faces. Or even their wide smile that stretches from one ear to the other. It is almost ridiculous but hilarious. Having 500 friends does not make you popular. A person can only have 20 friends and still be well-known. At least not online. The question is, are they all really your friends or merely just some Tom, Dick and Harry? Do a survey and asked our fellow frienster members if all the people in their account are actually their friends. I concur on the ratio of 2:10 that only a handful are real friends. Define friends. People you hang out with, cry with, laugh with, bottomline is, those who are always there for you and not just someone you add and ignore but still contented that they add up to the battalion you have as friends online. Like they say, close friends are hard to come by. At least for those whom you can trust wholeheartedly.

Theoretically, people with hundreds of friends within their account are probably just insecure or love the joy of showing off. For example, you have enemies online who may think you are a boring individual but nevertheless, having hundreds of friends online which is enormous compared to the number of friends your enemies have, is a big deal to your ego. My perception. Not too clairvoyant but merely egoistical and pathetic, thinking that others will care and be green eyes about it. The comical thing is, no one cares. Back to reality, you do not get a price for reaching the maximum number of friends benchmark in Friendster. Live with it.

Written By Fithology aka Lashez

Sleepless in Hong Kong - Part i

2006-01-04T22:23:00.000+08:00

The journey was great, although my legs got a bit stiff from too much sitting on the plane. Love the plane food and movies. Gotta watch Little Britain. It's a killer. As soon as I got to "heaven", it was a mad rush. To go to places I have always seen in postcards..(pause) KIDDING!!! Went to a lot of places though. Most of them worth the train rides. Wan Chai, Central, Tsim Sha Tsui, Causeway Bay, etc. These places are crowded as hell. People there are quite friendly, although you may think they were scolding you when they started babbling in Cantonese, thinking you would understand them. And then, words starts ringing in your head, "Do I look like someone who understands Cantonese?" and "Do I look Chinese?" I felt like an alien there. Not everyone understands English. Nevertheless, we speak one language when it comes to money. Let the calculator do the talking, and two people who speaks different languages can understand each other. Good bargains are never hard to come by. I got it for all the stuffs I got, though they are not a lot, but I'm still loving it. Food are not difficult to find. They are practically at every corner you turned. Being a non-pork eater sucks. The food looks good but they contained these horrendous meat which I will most definitely not consume. They look bad alive, look worse dead, look worst cooked. Even their name sounds hideous. BABI. Ate them by accident a couple of times before, they taste like chicken but not as delicious. I would recommend Smelly Tofu. It stinks big time. Taste like tofu dipped in stale drainwater. Honestly, it does live up to its name. I can even smell the stall from miles away. And I thought someone in the crowd just let out a huge air blast, my nose almost fell out of place. A good thing it doesn't, or else I may have looked like a LEGO. Worst, like Michael Jackson..tsk tsk.

Written By Fithology aka Lashez

Sketch

2005-12-28T16:47:00.000+08:00

: sketches:lashez :

Funk Incorporated

2005-12-19T21:45:00.000+08:00

: substance:lashez :

Namecard design for my baby, Substance Inc.

Simplicity

2005-12-19T14:54:00.000+08:00

: Ethnic:Curly:Lashez :

And They Say Love Is A Many Splendid Thing?

Why is love so cumbersome to ignore? Why do we keep getting our hearts broken? What's worse, if it is caused by the same person, countless times. Make a run for the rooftop and jump off to eternity. A painless one will be to take 50 panadols at one go. Doctors are gonna be sucking your intestines for the longest time. Half way through, your heart will stop, and you're declared dead. Your problems on earth have been resolved but it has just begun for your spirit with the underworld. Being in love is not as easy as it seems as in movies. Movies are depicted from real life experiences, only better. Screw the writer.

When men are in love, do the women they love, sashay in slow mo in their eyes? Will he notices only her, in a room full of other beautiful women? Will he look forward to seeing her everyday even after years of being together? Will he always be there for her? When women are in love, is it vice versa for them? In actual fact, love is a wonderful experience unless problems between the two homosapiens arise. As the saying goes, love is a many splendid thing, though there will never be a perfect relationship. One disadvantage; being too submissive and too involve with that someone even after it is over, can be self-destructive. We are one of GODs ingenious creations. GOD gave us the power to think and feel. Having the ability to think things through will never cause us to break down and cry. Look at the brightside. There are other parts of this world that has not been explored. Hitch a ride, travel to unchartered horizons, do some soul-searching.

One day that special someone will come by and make you smile again.

Written By Fithology aka Lashez

: Masthead :

By right, : Masthead : was supposedly to be featured as a mast head of this blog but blog

eventually failed to detect the file somehow. tstk.tsk. so i decided to post it up instead.

I Draw Only When Boredom Engulfs Me

2005-10-19T03:47:00.000+08:00

: iShuffle:Lashez :

: Hardcore:Lashez :

Illustrating is one of many things that helps me take my mind off work, I think...ok, sometimes...most of the time, I'll watch TV.

Massacre:Lashez

2005-10-18T08:29:00.000+08:00

: Hooded:FlatPhased:Krow:Lashez in commemoration of a N.I.C.E day :

What is N.I.C.E? It's No Idea Concept Empty. Thought of by Charlene aka Superwoman.

My brains deflated in a flash whilst creating the above massacre.

Black:White:Grey:Pink

2005-10-18T07:21:00.000+08:00

: 4 incredibly great colours I simply love to use :

Unconventional

2005-10-12T13:57:00.000+08:00

: OutLandish:Lashez created in commemoration of one of those lazy inspiring Sundays :

It is overwhelming how humans are ultimately dependent on technology. Will you die of exhaustion without escalators? Will you die of boredom without computers? Or the real question is, will Bill Gates even be one of the richest man alive if it had not been for his outstanding magnitude in creating Windows. Imagine looking at a black screen with green letters and a blinking green block waiting for you to enter a command or a next letter. Should we refer Bill Gates as clairvoyant then? Computers are widely used for studying, drafting three dimensional engines, chatting and even looking up meaning of words through an online dictionary, etc. Computers can be found in practically over 85% homes in the world. Do you possess the capability and strength to live without the use of a computer? What would one do? Read a book, jog your lungs out, cycle for miles, stare into space or even sleep? A majority of us would indulge in online chatting til the wee hours of morning, be it on cyber sex, politics, schools or just daily gossips. That is, if computers exist. What would you do without one? Especially at night. (Proven to be the most active time for an average person to log into the internet.) Count sheeps, your fingers and toes but then it stops at 20 and you'd have to continue counting backwards towards where you first began your counts unless you're a freak and has more than 20 fingers and toes. Tsk, Tsk. You can start counting the stars, or just close your eyes and wait for sleep to consume you, or you can just lie down, stare at the ceiling and start recollecting memories of both happy and unhappy ones. Some would probably start talking to God and wished there was something HE could do to relieve you of this intensive boredom. A magnanimous, over-zealous me would just do sit-ups till my abs hurt badly, I cannot move an inch no more as I twist and turn in my sleep. Ok, I am exaggerating, you will never catch me doing sit-ups, my intestines will intertwine if I do and I will develop uneven bulges on my tummy.

Written by Fithology aka Lashez