I went out, let's duel!

***sorry for the stupid errors. I'm such a lazy ass I don't even check before submitting. Corrected them liao***

Yesterday, I went out with a lot of kid cousins. I didn't want to. I'm a homebody and I rarely go out, and it was raining so hard. Perfect time to loll around, drink hot Milo and mull over something evil.

But I went anyway BECAUSE THEY BROUGHT A CAMERA.

"Rainy you comin'?" one asked, "No way lah no way," I replied in disgust.

"We brought a camer..." one cajoled, "OHGODLEZZGOBIJ", and off to the wind~

Please note that I still haven't showered at that moment, and I didn't even eat lunch. IT WAS A LAST SECOND DECISION OK. I sacrificed my little shower concert (I was planning to sing while bathing that time, concerts need to be planned) and warm food for the love of pressing the shutter and running this blog. Gaaah I can't write properly because the kids keep looking over my screen and they'll be like "ooh where 'ja take that?"

I took a lot of light streak photos and some crappy random ones but I'll post 'em next time. Feeling lazy eh. And hungry too.

Soooo, next time, ok?

A 20-second derpy video of me.




PS, not my real talking voice.

By the way, I'm active on Pottermore again! I got into Hufflepuff! Blah, what would Professor Snape think of me now? I love Snape and I love him omg.

Those were my first thoughts. To be honest I wanted to be in Slytherin because of Snape. Lol. But then I realized that I know which answers would get me into Slytherin (the evil-est ones imo) and I still answered truthfully. Like a true Hufflepuff would.

Ever wondered how Hufflepuffs get into their common room? Well uh, it's located near the kitchen (as mentioned in the fourth book with Cedric Diggory) and there are lots of barrels. You have to tap the right one with the Helga Hufflepuff rhythm; beats me how that sounds LOL. I wish they'd put up an audio or something, just so we'd know. Then it will open. YOU HAVE TO CRAWL CRAWL CRAWL until you reach the common room.

LOL I LIKE THE IDEA. I REALLY DO. If someone you hate is crawling before you, you can just go grab their balls or something. Fuhahaha. I doubt that though, Hufflepuffs rarely hate anyone. Or if you have some butt fetish and your crush is dadadada in front of you, lightly press your cheek on his buttcheek and pretend it was an accident. Fuhahaha again.Only for butt-fetished people.

My wand is eleven and a half inches, sycamore and dragon heartstring core. It looks so pretty omg.

My username is PurpleLight5959, you can add me and challenge me to a duel if you want to!

I kept dueling and dueling. I still am, actually. Petrificus totalus. Petrificus totalus.

I got Izzie to register as well. On the night of her sign-up, the only thing we talked about was the stuff we were doing at that site. It was so funny because it was as if our dear life depended on it.

So yeah, I will conclude this post in a few.

Add me, add me! Again

PurpleLight5959

The creative light photos will be posted next time. I'm thinking about enhancing them even further so I could submit them as textures on our resource site.

Yeay.

what my heart wants

No more intro, this post is about my long-time obsession!

I'M OBSESSED WITH FOOD-THEMED CHARMS AND I WANNA MAKE ONE MYSELF.

I don't have these kits at the moment, so they only lurk in my wishlist. But if I get the chance, I'll definitely buy one! I swear. I'm desperate omg.

Note: I do not own any photos in this post. Credits will be at the bottom, placed respectively.

This is called Decotti, a créme toy. I've had this one before! It basically comes in blank desserts bases (like cupcakes, tarts, macarons) with a bag of silicon cream. It imitates whipped cream perfectly and they look so realistic! Just see for yourself!

Now this one is Decotti's rival (in my opinion) and more popular among the netizens (there are more Whipple videos on Youtube, it's hard to find a good Decotti tutorial tbh).

Whipple!


Compared to Decotti, it gives off a more childlike vibe. Decotti, on the other hand, looks more sophisticated for me. WHICH IS PERFECT. But but I still love Whipple, it's sooo available in my country.

I WANNA EAT THEM OMG.

If you wanna see how to design a Whipple charm, watch this RRcherrypie video: dugstungdududud.

Next on my I'm-desperate-to-have-one-right-now list is clay. Polymer, paper.

These charms here are made using polymer clay!

Pretty right? And they look so real, too! Kudos to the maker. Omggg how I wish I could have her materials right now and mold myself a martini charm! Here's a tutorial for you to watch.

LOOK AT THESE CAKE SLICES. IMAGINE THEM DANGLING ON YOUR BAG OR LURKING ON YOUR DESK OR ANYWHERE.

Heaven. Just pure heaven!

Another form of prettifying-till-Rainy-dies is Decoden! To dumb it down, decoden is basically the art of decorating the tops of your boxes, phone cases, or anything else. Nope, that's not the official definition of Decoden but that's how I see it! LOL.

Take these phone cases, for example.

The whipped cream was made using silicon (same material for Whipple and Decotti) and you can buy them on your local hardware! Just get an icing tip and you can go put trollfake whipped cream everywhere! Hohohoho.

NO WAIT. I'M NOT YET DONE PUKING RAINBOWS.

Give me a moment, will you?

Noooooooo! I WANNA BUY ANY OF THEM. I wanna create something that looks yummy but inedible. Why? Because I hate seeing sweets that look too good to eat (can't let them swirl in my freaking intestines wtf). That's why I prefer seeing nyummy-looking inedible desserts so I can free myself of frustrations!

I'm sleepy.

I wish an angel or fairy or Santa hears my audacious pleas and decides to send me a kit of something. LOOOL. Please fairy, if you give me a macaron Whipple set I'll never say "fuuuu" every midnight.

Fuhahahaha.

I'm so sleepy. It's 12:33 A.M. already. I normally stay up until 4, but IDK lah my body clock suddenly adjusted itself again. Like a boss.

Photo credits:
breatheday, talty, kawaiifriendscafe, and Google image for the Decotti and Whipple set preview image.

If I get to craft a charm, I'll take photos of it and drench my eyes with pure unicorn-quality fake sweets. Lol.

Good mornight!

Art Classique, jeu classique

I don't think anyone who lurked the cities had ever missed seeing one of those terrifyingly-awesome art on the streets. Be they painted on the walls, the pavement, sculpted or something vandalized, it's hard to miss. The art, like so many of its cousins, is ever-revolving; like fingerprints and people, they have this kind of individuality that makes them more than worthy of the adjective "unique", as no two artists are the same.

Now, what I'd mostly witnessed with my eyes are graffiti in its modern form. Brightly colored, eye-popping and very creatively-done. I don't really dislike it, but most of the time, I don't approve of the popular neon colors. Maybe because the shades mislead me to perceive a different message. Or... maybe because it makes the blue shades even bluer (I have a rather odd aversion from that color).

I don't know. There are a lot of things I'd never known about myself. *smacks head*

If you have no inkling whose art this is, it's from Kurt Wenner, a former NASA illustrator and a full-time artist and architect. The Dunkin Donuts advert above is my most favored work of his. (Ok I could've typed "favorite" but my scumbag fingers reverted to "most favored". What.)

He incorporates classical "language" into modern art forms.

And his works are in 3D. Ha! I'd watched documentaries about 3D street artists but Kurt is, surpriiiise, my favorite because of his surpriiiise, classical style.

This one is called Czech Cursor, if I'm not mistaken.

Fishing in old Shanghai. I love how the cat stood ready to spring on the fish. Loool go cat go cat!!

These two are my favorites too! I'm particularly interested in Perseus because he's a Greek hero who didn't die tragically.

I got these photos from Kurt Wenner's website called (deng deng deng) kurtwenner.com. Check out the rest of his drawings and 3D street paintings there!

Art doesn't speak, it's a language itself. And although my paintings and digital graphics are far from this master's level of highness, I am proud to be a person who speaks it. If you take "speaking art" literally, you could picture me opening my mouth to spill random drawings and possibly acrylic paint... which will take the form of a puke. Yeayyy.

Yummy yummy yummy.

Meanwhile, my 5-year-old cousin Shiloh harassed me into playing Pet Society again because she caught me checking my account. (I was sending gifts to my other young cousin who had her birthday two days ago).

She made me dress my pet with nothing but a pink diaper. Made me make my pet eat these ginormous ribs. Oh yeah, that's my Lezzz Get Drunk room. Lol.

My account is pretty ancient and I still have stuff and trees that are extinct!

I also kiss my crush's pet there more than the required number of times (which is 1, I mean, if you got the money already, why go back right? Only do it if you wanna bully your best friend in a funny way or get back to your crush for ignoring you!).

I'm off to get breakfast.

By the way, if you know any street artist similar to Wenner, can you please tell me? I'm interested to find out more of them, and hopefully I'll stumble upon their works the next time I fly somewhere.

Bye!

Dystopia and I

I'm going to say this as flat and as emotionless as possible, 'cause I don't want to convey any impression that I'm either glad or resentful with this opinion. This is merely a confession.

Hunger Games doesn't excite me, nor does any dystopian novel, for this matter.

image from here

Let's not jump into conclusion that I wholeheartedly hate the genre, because I don't; I find it interesting, to be honest. But there's something... something which I can't quite put my finger on. (For all I know it could be someone's buttcrack. What? I can't put my finger on it and I don't want to. Whatever blah I just feel like taking idioms literally.)

First, what is Dystopia? "A dystopia is the idea of a society in a repressive and controlled state." —Wikipedia

In other words, a genre where the characters are a part of a society that they don't quite believe to be just. They champion spreading freedom and equality throughout the country, which often results to rebellion, war, and revolution. Whether they achieve what they fight for and believe in I cannot say, for it solely depends upon the author's liking lol so don't expect me to write something about that.

So, back to me not fancying The Hunger Games Trilogy...

I only found out about it last 2010, when my German friend Josie suggested I read it, because her favorite author Stephenie Meyer recommended it on her site. (WHAT? Don't sneer you... you... git. Lol, as much as I hate Meyer's works, I am eternally biased and sensitive when it comes to what my friends love. My love is unconditional!!)

I forgot about it for a year until my best friend Nel's sister Janine started her book-reading mania and suggested with glee and force that we read it too. I couldn't afford a copy at the time so I just picked up their youngest sis Justine's borrowed copy from her school library. Here's the glitch, I only had like 18 hours or less to read it because she was going home the next afternoon and I was like XZCLSOKFDS. But I read it anyway—whilst fearing that I won't get to finish it—and I was done with the book hours before she had to leave.

My reaction? Hmm... so the plot is quite rich—very rich and bold, in fact. In my opinion okay? It's fast-paced and not at all mysterious, mild action and gore but that will do.

I very much adore Katniss, the main character, and her best friend Gale. I don't know why but somehow, I seem to have an unexplained distrust on Peeta. Perhaps it all comes down to the part where Katniss was wondering whether he was trustworthy or just playing a game, so I've had that impression ever since. And no freaking thing could change what I think about him anymore, no matter how gorgeous the actor who played him is.

So yeah I finished all three books in a whip... but I couldn't bring myself to spazz about it on Twitter. I tried okay, several times. But it's just not me.

Janine keeps suggesting trendy dystopians for me to read like Matched, Divergent, et cetera. I read them all right, but no matter what I do to convince myself that they are awesome reads, my heart keeps beating the same fuckboring rhythm it's made to do. No adrenaline, no goosebumps.

I read the HG trilogy again, and again. I actually know the scenes by heart now, but still. I did cry at the character's death scenes because it was so heart-wrenching and unfair. After that... nothing.

That's when I realized that my heart and brain (lol hi brain, you there?) (OH MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU BRAIN PLEASE RESPOND) were not made for that genre. I don't have a soft spot for rebellion and politics, at the very least.

Which brings me to the question... "do I care about politics at all?" I. Don't. Know. Maybe I do, but I don't see it as something I should blab about at the moment. I see it as something passive and ever-there. Automatic, and all. I don't have the excuse of being "too young" because I'm already 18 and I can now vote, come next election. But!! But. Let's not talk about this, at least at the moment.

To dumb it down:

I may care a lot about the genre, but like oil and water, I can't go around treating it as my husband. (which I apparently do to the Harry Potter series lol) (I'M MARRIED TO ROWLING'S BOOKS. FUCK YEAH.)

I hope I made it very clear. The Hunger Games is going to be shown soon! A few more days to go! I'm gonna watch it, you know. Hoho.

Done bambling. Bye. I hope I made my point though.

If you could see me now

I confined myself inside the house for heaven knows how long... until today. I went to my friend's organization headquarters to shoot photos of their members. It wasn't really fun because there's this damn annoying guy called Alex who keeps complaining about everything. Surprise dude, you're not paying me to click the fucking shutter. Idiot. Really, I wish you could see him. I don't really resent humanity, but if the likes of him swarm around me I...

Anyway, I downloaded Kakaotalk again, determined to meet more people and keep dear boredom away from my head.

If you have an account there on Kakaotalk, do add me. My ID is RainyMartini.Well obviously. Lol.

I didn't want to flash my ID but I didn't have a choice because I was too lazy to add everyone who had provided usernames of their own. But by not doing so means succumbing to the dangerous trance boredomevilshit is lulling me to. So I posted it, my damn username.

I met quite a few interesting people who study music, share the same sarcastic views I believe in, and some equally addicted fangirls. So far so far. So good. But there are creepy and suspicious looking persons so uh. Uh. That's not supposed to sound good, that "uh".

My mother and siblings are taking out some swimwears. Right now my mother is wearing a vibrant green one-piece bathing suit, dancing to some techno song of her decade or something. Not to mention my little brother (who is now wearing his sky blue swimming trunks) who is kind of soft, also dancing to the same music my mom's bouncing to. Izzie, I know I already mentioned this scenario to you earlier on Facebook chat but wth they're still at it.

They're still at it, and I can't even concentrate. Then my big brother ordered me to edit (or rewrite if severely necessary) his school blah. I think he should realize that I'm saving his life by correcting his mistakes. I'm writing this post to warm my brain up actually.

It's safe to say that today is actually the most cheerful day I've ever had in a long time. I was plagued by my inner dementors, but somehow I managed to conjure a patronus that scared them away. Or so I wish.

Have a good night, I feel really random. Random.

That photo is from my old blog, hence the different watermark.

Je veux le livre de Fifi Lapin!

Before I begin this lustful post, I want you to know that the images are from likklegirl, fifi-lapin and afeminada. Now that I've credited the owners, I can now commence.

If you don't know Fifi yet, surely you can't not have seen an image of her somewhere. She's on tumblr, on people's blog layouts, on weheartit, on flickr. She's everywhere, the unforgettable fashion bunny who tells people what to wear because it's awesome.

To cut things (and silk laces) short, Fifi is the style bunny you might wanna consult if you have severe wardrobe malfunction. I'm not a fashionista myself, but I can't help but love her art.

Fifi's bio:

Hi, I'm Fifi Lapin... I was born one of 257 brothers and sisters but sadly there was an outbreak of myxomatosis when I was just one year old... I was the only one that survived. My parents are therefore incredibly protective of me and spoil me rotten. I'm an hare-ss to my fathers fortune which he made playing fast and loose with carrot and lettuce shares on the international stock market. There are a lot of rabbits out there eating carrots and lettuce so I guess he just struck gold (or orange you might say). Some people think I’m just a socialite but I think there is more to me than just an extremely stylish clotheshorse!

I should stop beating around the bush...

OH GOD I WANT HER STYLE BOOK.

It's partly because I can follow her divine fashion, and make-up advice with devotion.

But the larger part was... I want to take photos of her pages. They're just so chic and the art... très beau!

Grace Escudero of theafeminada.com wrote,

This book chronicles how Lapin chooses different outfits for different events. Events include fashion shows, date nights and convincing your father not to take away your credit card (pay good attention to the last one). In each Chapter, Lapin tries on several outfits, states why she likes them, how they can be improved and so forth. Near the end of each chapter she comes to the conclusion that she is too indecisive, so she enlists the help of prominent fashion designers such as Anna Sui. Lapin interviews the designers then asks them to choose an outfit for her from their collections.

And look, it has a Korean and Chinese version too!!

I can't believe I want it so badly I blogged about it.

au revoir valentin

Goodbye Valentine - MaybeeI can't get it off my head.

If you weren’t listening to another song then you wouldn’t have paused the track right away. And if you did, I don’t mind lol. It’s your life and I’m just a blogger writing a post. The opening melody is an invitation to mystery and a lullaby rolled into one, and to think that the music engineers added the legendary ringing phone sound in the background, it really doesn’t give out what the song was about until the violins come in. It won't be five more seconds before the beat breaks out. The sound that really caught my breath was the accordion playing in staccato. Oookay I'm not really sure if it's an accordion playing.

It. Was. Just. So. Creepy. And Maybee's voice in the first verse had an old transistor radio effect. I don't know but it makes me think of... circus. As I don't understand the lyrics and I have no intention to read an English translation, it innocently gives me the vibe of an unbearable circus life. Makes me think of some freak living in a red-and-yellow traveling tent all her life, going here and there trying to please people. Then at night she cries herself to sleep, wishing she had the face of a normal girl. She wakes up to the sound of a whip cracking, instead of the annoying bleep an alarm clock makes. Tries to escape but to no avail. I'm really finding it hard to voice out how the song bit me. It's just... creepy. I know it wasn't meant to be taken like that, it was entitled Goodbye Valentine after all. But the way I perceive music is beyond my control.

Albeit I told you not to give it a try on my last post, here's the link for the MV. (click)

By the way, I’ve been tagged by Mary. I’m going to be frank: I didn’t really want to repost it as I have no one to tag. But oh well. Ha ha. She's my online friend and wouldn't that be rude?

Rules:

1. You must post these rules.
2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves in their journal.
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged him/her.
6. No tag backs.
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you are reading this." You legitimately (AKA, really, truly, with all honesty)have to tag 11 people.

11 Things About Me.
I. I am a Filipino-Chinese.
II. Books are my best friends. They just won't leave my side no matter how much I tell them to. They just won't move. (lol?)
III. I play the piano and the flute. Been a pianist since childhood. Only learned the flute when I was like, 10. No, I don't play the guitar because I can't play the F chord. Embarrassing.
IV. AB Journalism is the college course I so badly want to take up, given the chance.
V. I'm a very studious person, albeit the stuff I study won't seem to appear anywhere in the school syllabus.
VI. I'm actually halfway through my Asian literature "studies". I'm doing my own research and even wrote papers. Who cares if there's no teacher to pass them to? I won't be graded and that's the thing.
VII. The people I interact with never cease to tell me that I'm really weird.
VIII. I'm finding this very hard to fill up.
IX. Though I don't look like it (says Clarissa), I'm a very picky eater. I fuss a lot about what I don't eat.
X. I listen to all music genres. Check my iTunes library. But my favorites would always be Classical and Asian pop.
XI. I dance ballet.

Mary's Questions:

1. What is your favourite hobbies?
I love to read, dance ballet, play the piano and the flute.
2. What do you buy the most when you are going to shopping mall?
Books and expensive food. If I don't have money I won't go to the mall at all.
3. What do you do when you are free at home?
Mourn about life.
4. Badminton or Cycling?
Javelin-and-discus-throwing was my only proper sport ever. Haha
5. What is your favourite pet?
I have a dog named Sushi. Not sure about its breed. But it's only like, 8 inches high. A toy dog.
6. Do you like to take picture of yourself? Why?
No, I don't really think I'm pretty so I prefer to stay behind the camera. But I love taking photos with my friends
7. What is your favourite desert?
Anything sweet.
8. Do you like to eat chocolate?
ARE YOU KIDDING? I'M ALLERGIC TO IT BUT NO ONE HAS EVER STOPPED ME FROM EATING ONE BWAHAHA
9. Are you single or in a relationship? If yes, what's your boyfriend/girlfriend's name?
I'm single and #foreveralone
10. Do you interesting reading my blog? Why?
Yeah, because I get to know more about you
11. How many followers do you have?
Err, 45 and counting since I started blogging last month.

I know you have rules but I don't have many people to tag. And this is my blog anyway.

I'm tagging Izzie, Clarissa, Jamie, Irina, Shawn, Marion, Janelle, Xinyi...

I even doubt they'll post this. Hahahahaha.

Oh lolol I forgot to post my questions until Clarissa mentioned. Here goes:

1. What can you say about your music taste?
2. Are you the most hateful person you know?
3. If you are to die 10 minutes later, whose photo would you like to see last?
4. Chocolate or milk?
5. How much do you love your Dad?
6. Are you aware of your beauty?
7. Do you think I'm insane for asking such questions?
8. Are you nocturnal or a daylight person?
9. What do you look for in a bookstore?
10. Is Xiaoyan a good friend or what?
11. Do you think my blog is worth reading?