Looking for Good Art Schools in Asia

I'm humble enough to admit that I don't have a huge number of blog readers. Ha ha! Still I want to ask those who happen to passed by my blog and those I ask to read my posts. Although I took up a course in college far different from the one I am passionate about, I'm an art lover ever since and I might have an opportunity of studying art abroad. Well, the decision is not yet final. My parents, boyfriend and I still have to talk about A LOT of things.

What I'll be doing now is to ask my dear readers (if I have any) to suggest schools in Malaysia or in neighboring Asian countries that offer art classes (make-up, photography, design, literature and the like) be it full time or just a couple of months. You can leave comments or message my tag board and kindly send me the info's regarding the courses offered. It will be nice if you could tell me other info's like tuition fees, accommodation and a little background about the school. I prefer schools that offer short art courses, although a 4-year course is better, I rather enroll in the former. Thanks a lot!

Post Valentine Story

If a girl says that she hates surprises with fervor, don't believe her -she is LYING. No matter how stubborn she denies it, she will always fall for the bouquet of flowers and box of chocolates on valentines day. :) Believe me, I was one of those girls who frequently deny the fact the she feels special whenever her guy shows up and surprises her. Here's my post valentine story:

No scheduled date or special event on my planner. My boyfriend has work and I'm left home to burn my ass on the couch and watch reruns on cable. I'm having a perfect pathetic life of a bum until mid afternoon I received a text from my boyfriend that he just got home and his tooth hurts like hell. He called his dentist and asked me if I could accompany him, sadly I can't, my neighbor invited my family over for dinner at exactly the same time as his dentist appointment. I told him I could meet him after but he insisted that I skip dinner and go with him- not possible, so I went over at my neighbor's house, ate dinner and texted where he is and if he still want to meet up after. He told me he's at the clinic somewhere this street and that he can't say the exact location because he doesn't know. What a lame excuse, I asked him again where exactly is he because I'll be going after him so we could meet up but he obviously doesn't want to tell me where-- until I told him that I'm at this street looking for his dentist's clinic. He called and told me to go to this place and we'll meet up. He was all smiles when I saw him. I asked him how his tooth was and he said fine. He seemed happy and a little jittery. I felt like he was courting me again and about to ask me tonight to be his girlfriend...

:)

There couldn't have been anyone luckier than I was last valentines day! He was my BEAUTIFUL SURPRISE!

Bob Ong's 7th Book

See the video and watch out for his next book! Have fun!
Found this link at VISPRINT

Lost Generation?

Found on this on the net. Nice message. Have a look and let's do our part to make this world a better place :)



And oh, happy hearts day everyone!!!

Ideals

We live in a society guarded by standards. Our own morals are questioned by predetermined rules we fully abide. Criteria are set for us to follow. Jeopardizing freedom and compelling us to make decisions outside our wants. The choices we make depends on values our society perceive as right. Only those who are brave enough to fight the norm conveniently get what they want.

The Almighty Hanger

My parents are believers of the principle of spanking, specially my dad who grew up with courage, integrity and loyalty embedded on his genes. Hangers, belt buckles, walis and long sticks were some of my worst enemies back then, each having their own degree of ouch scale ranging from not-so-painful to hanger imprint on thighs. I wasn't so much of a badly behaved child but rather troublesome and irritating. I have a younger sister and we almost always end up fighting no matter how peacefully we started playing. We tried just about every way to annoy one another. We shout, pull one's hair, scratch, jab and kick each other's butt and when mom or dad caught us in the act we suffer double, it doesn't matter if we lie face down on bed or stand, we'll end up with belt buckle or hanger imprints on our thighs, at times on our forearms (when we try to protect our precious thighs). Besides from things my sister and I did, we also got a good spanking for not obeying some of our parents' asking and playing before studying. Although we get high grades in school it wasn't enough for our parents to let us do our child duties first before studying. They believe that study habits should be molded while one is young, so they wasted no time instilling discipline and focus regarding academics. Well their unwavering efforts payed off, not only did my sister and i excel in academics but we participated in extra-curricular, as well and never veered off course, smoke and drug-free even in college.

I remember there was a time when I really got angry with my dad. He got mad at me for not following mom's request, he had no idea that I was in my room finishing a story I'm working for about a week. He thought I was falling deaf on my mother's request. I didn't had a chance to redeem myself, afraid it will only make dad angrier. I never told him about the story till midnight when we were having our snack and I showed him the papers. One look and I knew he was sorry for what he did earlier. Spanking helps but not all the time.

Although I'm against my parents' belief, I don't condone the idea of spanking. I got spank and I grew up to be a responsible and disciplined person.

Lingering Smell of Books

Every time I open a book the scent brings me back to days
When my hair is in a high pony and my socks are all lacy.
When no matter how I try to keep my clothes and socks clean at the end of the day they still get soiled.
When I have nothing else to think but to win a game of piko.
When I have nothing else to worry except for what I'll have for dinner.
When the thought of birthday presents thrilled me.
When I have very little vocabulary yet I don't have problems talking matters to an adult.
When my world is as easy as eating ice cream.

Flipping through every page makes me feel like I have the world on my side and nothing could possibly ruin my day. Sadly, as I near the end of each flipped book, irrelevant yet valuable things that I overlooked as I grew older resurfaced. The back cover becomes vivid and reality comes knocking along. One by one, all are becoming vague...

My hair has changed and i don't wear laces anymore.
My clothes are pressed and neat.
My mind's clogged with a lot things, including one's that shouldn't be given a thought or two.
I succumb to worrying.
Birthday present doesn't excite me anymore, sometimes I don't even look forward in celebrating my birthday. My vocabulary increased yet I find it hard to talk to my superiors and surprisingly, eating ice cream doesn't look easy as it was anymore.

Books keep me sane in this very complex path of adulthood. I love the smell of books the smell of childhood, my childhood. :)

Boredom's Price

I've been reading reader's digest for three months now, happy to say that my leisure reading rate has improved. I've been trying to salvage that hobby of mine for months, I can't seem to finish a book in one sitting anymore. I used to read hard bound books for hours even missing a meal just so I could get to the end of the story. I would love to finish all unread books I bought since third year college. They pile up fast and collect heaps of dust in my bookshelf. I will try to read them all before June. Ranting aside, I came across this article in rdasia's February issue: the benefits of boredom (you may read the whole article here: the joy of boredom ). I am one of those who incessantly complain when boredom comes, to me it's just a two-syllable word defined by Webster as the state of being weary and restless through lack of interest. There's not a hint of optimism when talking about monotony, hours of doing nothing and not being able to accomplish anything is a mere waste of time so I was surprised how the author was able to extract wonderful thoughts from a dull routine. She even said that "we are most human when we feel dull" and that "lolling around in a state of restlessness is one of life's greatest luxuries - one not available to creatures that spend all their time pursuing mere survival." Having read the author's different take on boredom put some of my biased thoughts to rest. I opened my mind with what one can actually accomplish when feeling bored. Yes, according to the author it's even considered as a fundamental part in creating art and bringing human emotions to life. Hard to believe that something as dull and mundane as boredom could actually do something like that? Can't seem to agree at first but having written some of my essays during my bum moments I can arguably say that she has a point.