Sunday 29 June 2014

Behind Door 6621

I wonder if my room misses me.

So last night, which was literally my last night back in my student hall, I found out what it was like to use my bed sheet as a blanket.

Yup. My room has seen some very weird stuff happening here.

But it has served me well through the 9 months I've been here. So I would like to take this opportunity to make an ode:

Six - six - twenty one,
Kept me sheltered, let me bed,
Now I'm prone to be gone,
Who will take my place instead?
Will he shift your souls once more?
Will he decorate your door? Your floor?
Will he lie staring, wonder who's caring,
Oh, never realizing what you're ever for.

Six - six - twenty one,
Scarlet carpet, hidden stains,
All alone, twas safe to moan,
Do you understand pretend pains?
In four months time we shall see,
How the hopsit trees speak to he.
How he cupboards his fear and all he holds dear,
It better be clear that he's better than me.

And that's it really. Can't really say much about the room to be honest, because everyone has one, and none can beat home. But still. 9 months.

I'm gonna miss this place. 

I wonder if my room misses me. 

Eh, that's it for now I guess. Maybe when I'm back in my room in Malaysia I'll sing a different tune.

But till then, cya.


Wednesday 25 June 2014

Behind Magic

What is magic?

My other answer to everything.

Dammit Urban Dictionary....

The ability to use cheat codes or hacks in real life.

Dammit Urban Dictionary!!

Magic is the one thing that nobody can understand.

That's more like it.

But there is a place where the magic does happen.

A place that everybody knows, but nobody knows.

A place where everyone wants to meet some people who were there, even if they are a couple years late.

A place where night turns to day, where knights slay dragons, and where Nightwing may one day fly again.

That's right, a MOVIE STUDIO.

More specifically, and a little more literally, Warner Bros. Studio's The Making of Harry Potter.

Hogwarts look awesome.

But I won't bore you with the wonderful details of each delicate step towards the making of the films. Props, casting, makeup, sound, camera, acting, marketing, finance, locations, costumes, scripts, machines, potions, spells..... I'm pretty sure many other blogs have covered this magical complex.

Instead, I will be talking about real magic.

To me, magic is the stuff miracles are made of, no matter by fray, by pray or what comes may. To make the impossible possible. A prime example will be flying. A mere 100 years ago, people could only dream of flying. Now, with the invention of broomsticks airplanes, people are flying all over the place. What was once impossible is now a daily occurrence. Who's to say in the future, we can't manage death spells interstellar travel?

To me, magic is producing the unexpected. This blog is magic, for example. It allows anything in my mind right now to be produced on a screen, for the world to see; but of course I wouldn't bet on the world acknowledging it. Heck, I bet when JK Rowling started to write that book on that train ride so many years back, it wouldn't even have crossed her mind that it would be the worldwide phenomena that it is today. It's unexplainable. Therefore, it's magic. #FlawlessLogic

Speaking of unexpected...



Although I daresay that ending will not be as magical as the one that lived.

And of course, there are people who thinks magic is purely something like this:

Pew pew pew.

But I don't blame them. It's what the current media makes it to be.

No, scratch that. Magic is what you make it to be. 

It's like art.


Wait. Turning pigments into a bird?

That HAS to be magic.

I really don't know what I'm doing here. Playing with magic??

Cya.



Thursday 19 June 2014

Behind My Own Religion, Pt 1

The route of the search for a religion is long and winding.

I am, as of now, so unsure of myself that I am sure I am unsure.

But the search continues.

And I will document my progress here.

Not with sprites.

But with MUSIC. A journey this epic requires its own musical!!!





I hope you understand how I feel, and I genuinely hope your own search is satisfactory.

Cya,


Sunday 15 June 2014

Behind Art

Wootz!

Now that the year is pretty much over for me, I now have time and motivation to do stuff aside from academicals.

Like art.

But what is art, anyway? According to the Internet:

"Art is making something out of nothing then selling it"
Frank zappa said that about art

Dang it, Urban Dictionary!

Well, for most people, art goes something along the lines of:




A memory of my brief visit to the Van Gogh and Picasso museum. Long queues, but totally worth it.











These same people would say the same thing about the arts of today:


Okay, perhaps that wasn't the most legitimate of comparisons, but you see where I am getting at here.

Yes, I know, the art now looks as if the artist is a lazy bum who sells $10 of canvas and $5 of paint for $250.... Well, why are people buying them then?! I say if it's too expensive for you, make your own. Simple supply-and-demand applies here.

Besides, the thing about art is that it's not limited to just any one style, and so you are free to make your own style. Anything you draw, anything you do, anything you say; basically, anything you can create, could and should be an art.

I say books are an art. Lots of thought have gone into the writing of a good book. Like Terry Pratchett's Discworld series. Bringing life to 300 pages a book, creating life on the back of a giant turtle, and sucking readers into it, with no escape whatsoever. If that isn't art, I don't know what is. (In fact, Dicsworld has even influenced my views on religion, even more than one certain book. THAT is how awesome it is.)

Or TV series. For the exact same argument as book, you can say that TV series and movies are a form of art as well. I mean, people cry over it. Have you ever watched Sherlock, Doctor Who or, heaven forbid, Game of Thrones?! Now that's a show which has broken many a fan's heart.

Now what if we mix those two genres together....



Yup. That's art.
(If you do not get the reference, stop reading this blog, and go pick up Men At Arms by Terry Pratchett. Go watch Sherlock as well. Now.)

And then there's me and my sprites.


......

Still art.

TL;DR: Art is just what you say it is, just like a whole lot of other things. Don't get too worked out about it, cause you and me: we have differing tastes. So critique, yes, but don't judge. And most importantly, enjoy it.

Cya later this week, hopefully with a better animation than this.






Oh crap, did I forget about music?! Eh, too late now.... Maybe next time.