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Decided last minute after consultation with
shoji_tokairin to enter the cosplay competition, but ended up not getting into finals after all who knows an obscure BL otome game anyway LOL. To compensate, May
may_billy and I had a quick photoshoot outside with the help of Dusty
dustyhawk handling my camera Soubi XD. More to come later..especially on random shots of the event ^^

may_billy as Lilith Zaberisk
hikaraseru as Count St Germant
Photographers: ourselves and
dustyhawk
( A rose for you, my dear? )
Second shoot will be at GACC. :'D Hopefully with a better location!
Third shoot will be with
kazayami 8D

Photographers: ourselves and
( A rose for you, my dear? )
Second shoot will be at GACC. :'D Hopefully with a better location!
Title: Land of My Fathers
Character: Estonia
Rating: G
Warnings: None..er..maybe, uplifting patriotism/angst? And bad writing. =A= In other words, please do ignore if you have something else better to do.
Summary: In 1947, during the first song festival (Laulupidu) held after the Soviet occupation, Gustav Ernesaks wrote a tune set to the lyrics of a century-old national poem written by Lydia Koidula, “Mu isamaa on minu arm” (“Land of My Fathers, Land That I Love”). This song miraculously slipped by the Soviet censors, and for fifty years it was a musical statement of every Estonian’s desire for freedom.
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( Land of My Fathers )
Meh, it's been ages. I've lost it. =A=
Going to Notts tomorrow, hurhur.
Character: Estonia
Rating: G
Warnings: None..er..maybe, uplifting patriotism/angst? And bad writing. =A= In other words, please do ignore if you have something else better to do.
Summary: In 1947, during the first song festival (Laulupidu) held after the Soviet occupation, Gustav Ernesaks wrote a tune set to the lyrics of a century-old national poem written by Lydia Koidula, “Mu isamaa on minu arm” (“Land of My Fathers, Land That I Love”). This song miraculously slipped by the Soviet censors, and for fifty years it was a musical statement of every Estonian’s desire for freedom.
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( Land of My Fathers )
Meh, it's been ages. I've lost it. =A=
Going to Notts tomorrow, hurhur.
An acquaintance and close friend of many of my friends in UKEC, Markus Ng, passed away peacefully but suddenly in his sleep today (Feb 4th 2009).
He was 23.
The cause of death is yet unknown, but this news came as a surprise because he had absolutely no health problems, was still on Facebook the day before, and his most recent blogpost was February 2nd. I'm still beside myself in shock. Life, death, transient, ever fleeting...what's lurking just around the corner? Who knows?
More on Markus at his memorial site: here.
May he rest in peace.
He was 23.
The cause of death is yet unknown, but this news came as a surprise because he had absolutely no health problems, was still on Facebook the day before, and his most recent blogpost was February 2nd. I'm still beside myself in shock. Life, death, transient, ever fleeting...what's lurking just around the corner? Who knows?
More on Markus at his memorial site: here.
May he rest in peace.
Christmas Gift Toy & MySpace Layouts at pYzam.com
If you haven't left your address, please to be doing so here please! And don't feel like you're making me send stuff to you, LOL. :D
Selamat Hari Raya everyone!
Plz tell me Pepper Lunch opening in KL is true ZOMG HAPPY SQUEENESS
HAPPY BIRTHDAY XTINE!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
Now you're finally as old as I am haha. See you at Coscon! *huggles*
Now you're finally as old as I am haha. See you at Coscon! *huggles*
OVARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRR
...Econs was tricky though, I must admit. And am a little worried about how I did.
But point is I AM DONE WITH EXAMS FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS RAWRRRR
...Econs was tricky though, I must admit. And am a little worried about how I did.
But point is I AM DONE WITH EXAMS FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS RAWRRRR
Stupid Interwebz died for a good two days, and just resurfaced progressing like something being dragged from the slimy bottom of a bog.
...Metaphors aside.
3 papers left, two on Friday, and Lit on Thursday.
Just a quick note to everyone on my flist who may need me online at some point after the 21st: I DO NOT have Internet at home at all for reasons that are too long to explain (in other words, do not expect to see me online...even if I do pop in once in a while, it's to check my email and stuffu from a cybercafe or something) so please contact me through my cellphone or by yelling into my ear if you can find me IRL lolz.
Rohit, if you ever read this lol: GIVE ME YOUR SG NUMBER WITHIN THE NEXT WEEK OR SO OR I WILL SMITE THEE. :D
...And I pray, seriously, that Khazanah's plans for us for the holidays do not somehow clash with Cosfest. Srsly. Because if they do, I'm doomed, I swear...I don't want to think of what may happen because I really do want to go. D:
I'll find out on Monday anyway what they have planned for us...in the way of pre-departure camps and all that jazz.
Guh, 3 more days to freedom from pre-U life. CAN'T WAIT.
Signing off and into bed. Cheers~
- Mood:
sleepy
That is the new 'central courtyard' in college, currently under construction.
We plan to make the checkered, grassy bit the stage, including a part extending away from it up to the corridor - where we'll drape a white cloth for the 'backstage' curtain.
This place is going to be beautiful at night when it's finished. Right now we're just waiting for the proposal to be approved before we can seriously plan Hamlet's staging technicalities.
Public post, because I'm good at that.
And because my blog and DA has just gotten hooked up to the KYUEM network yet again....and people are now happily flocking to see my cosplay photos
For the fun of it, I shall link back to the person who added my DA, lol.
My lovely chaletmate, Eja. XDXD *waves*

...More to follow when I'm bored of studying. Watch this post!
- Mood:
sleepy
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( Drew something new last weekend. )
And because
mokomoko is a lolita fan, that drawing is for you, jie. <3~
[edit] HAPPY BIRTHDAY
sky_pegasus!
( Drew something new last weekend. )
And because
[edit] HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Behold an icon post of La Corda d'Oro - because I am now officially a squeeing fan. XD;
All main characters i.e. concour participants get one icon each, except Hino Kahoko (x3) and Tsukimori Len (x2)! *o* It was a little bit of a challenge trying to find the right Italian/French term to suit each musician's playing style (mainly because I forgot quite a lot of them after one year of not doing theory =P), but I thought it would be an interesting concept for La Corda icons.
I'll do pairings later. =P
Samples:
:: La Corda d'Oro [x10]::
( Follow the cut! )
Will talk about the stupidity of last night later.
All main characters i.e. concour participants get one icon each, except Hino Kahoko (x3) and Tsukimori Len (x2)! *o* It was a little bit of a challenge trying to find the right Italian/French term to suit each musician's playing style (mainly because I forgot quite a lot of them after one year of not doing theory =P), but I thought it would be an interesting concept for La Corda icons.
I'll do pairings later. =P
:: La Corda d'Oro [x10]::
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Will talk about the stupidity of last night later.
- Mood:
sleepy
One day without studying is bliss.
Here, have a mini icon dump, using only GIMP's blending modes and a couple of brushes. I think I ran out of stock images after a while so yeah XD; Don't get me wrong, I still miss my Photoshop. Damn j00 reformatting.
Samples:

( The rest under cut. )
Here, have a mini icon dump, using only GIMP's blending modes and a couple of brushes. I think I ran out of stock images after a while so yeah XD; Don't get me wrong, I still miss my Photoshop. Damn j00 reformatting.
Samples:
( The rest under cut. )
- Mood:
chipper
O Frost, there shall be no defeat
Now the sun's core ever is gone,
And vanished, thus, it turns the heat
Into a cavern wreathed in silent mourn.
The solemn seas stand still at ease,
Yet weep while life slips from it away;
And the moon eternal, holds its peace,
As the dawn fades though not into day.
Hark the hills! Their echoes sound
Like the hollow rumblings round
The empty voids so deep, none can appear,
Even as gods do voice their fears.
So run your course, as autumn fades,
And strike the tolling bells of late;
Stay more, yet let not heaven wait
Lest thou miss these golden gates.
Hmmm. I haven't been so depressed for a while. Let's just savour the feeling while it lasts (and hope it churns out more poetry, because the yearbook can definitely use them and I write best when I'm emotional).
I must say it's really tiring to be sad, though. It's almost like something's weighing down on every breath...and there's this immense desire to just go to sleep and forget it all, and hope I don't wake up the next day to come back to reality.
If only.
I'd almost forgotten how it felt.
The worst part is, I'm not suffering alone; my friends in the committee are, too, because they too, cried, and it's just sickening how much crap we had to take today.
I think if I'm asked to speak to him one more time I won't be able to hold it in or pretend everything's just fine.
...I think I should just go to bed.
Now the sun's core ever is gone,
And vanished, thus, it turns the heat
Into a cavern wreathed in silent mourn.
The solemn seas stand still at ease,
Yet weep while life slips from it away;
And the moon eternal, holds its peace,
As the dawn fades though not into day.
Hark the hills! Their echoes sound
Like the hollow rumblings round
The empty voids so deep, none can appear,
Even as gods do voice their fears.
So run your course, as autumn fades,
And strike the tolling bells of late;
Stay more, yet let not heaven wait
Lest thou miss these golden gates.
Hmmm. I haven't been so depressed for a while. Let's just savour the feeling while it lasts (and hope it churns out more poetry, because the yearbook can definitely use them and I write best when I'm emotional).
I must say it's really tiring to be sad, though. It's almost like something's weighing down on every breath...and there's this immense desire to just go to sleep and forget it all, and hope I don't wake up the next day to come back to reality.
If only.
I'd almost forgotten how it felt.
The worst part is, I'm not suffering alone; my friends in the committee are, too, because they too, cried, and it's just sickening how much crap we had to take today.
I think if I'm asked to speak to him one more time I won't be able to hold it in or pretend everything's just fine.
...I think I should just go to bed.
- Mood:
very depressed
If I were a gentle wind
I would rise in the morning dawn
Before the sparrows begin their song,
I would pirouette on mist-covered lakes
Freely,
Graceful,
Mystical.
My body would weave across plains and mountains,
Glide swiftly among the evergreen trees;
Oh, to get up with the loons and dance while
Their heavenly sounds reverbrate across the lake!
See me float across lush meadows;
The animals, they pause to greet me
'Hello' and then a whispered 'goodbye' as
I carry the eagle on my back,
And send him on his way again.
Oh if I were a gentle wind,
There is no place I can't go or see;
Every destination, every journey, just a breath away -
Unhindered, I am the ultimate wanderer
For I will always be free.
( And The Door, I and II. )
I would rise in the morning dawn
Before the sparrows begin their song,
I would pirouette on mist-covered lakes
Freely,
Graceful,
Mystical.
My body would weave across plains and mountains,
Glide swiftly among the evergreen trees;
Oh, to get up with the loons and dance while
Their heavenly sounds reverbrate across the lake!
See me float across lush meadows;
The animals, they pause to greet me
'Hello' and then a whispered 'goodbye' as
I carry the eagle on my back,
And send him on his way again.
Oh if I were a gentle wind,
There is no place I can't go or see;
Every destination, every journey, just a breath away -
Unhindered, I am the ultimate wanderer
For I will always be free.
( And The Door, I and II. )
When suns sprint high, the oceans sigh
In vain at the trembling moonlight nigh,
To hear my soul scream mirthless cheer,
And pray that the earth soon shall fear
The darkness the next morning holds,
Although it slips, so warm, from fingers cold.
Come top my heart with cream and ice,
But rip the light with words so nice
It tramples the violets to the ground,
And drives the larks to make no sound;
Darkness in darkness, who is there to blame
When all the world won't remain the same?
Don't ask me what this means. I don't know what the hell I just wrote either. ^^
( Meme tagged. )
In vain at the trembling moonlight nigh,
To hear my soul scream mirthless cheer,
And pray that the earth soon shall fear
The darkness the next morning holds,
Although it slips, so warm, from fingers cold.
Come top my heart with cream and ice,
But rip the light with words so nice
It tramples the violets to the ground,
And drives the larks to make no sound;
Darkness in darkness, who is there to blame
When all the world won't remain the same?
Don't ask me what this means. I don't know what the hell I just wrote either. ^^
( Meme tagged. )


