Metal Horns as the most overused Symbol.

Last week I was doing a Visual Communication module,
and the problem of the day was about Signs.

Signs are further categorised into 3 types.
Being Index, Icons, and Symbols.

Icons being something that are straightforward such as an image of you is yourself.
Indexes are like a few icons or symbols that you can relate to, combined to make a message, such as no smoking sign.
Symbols are like peace signs, dollar signs, even the metal horns.


To be really honest I was not in the best of moods because I lost my phone that day.
And I did not contribute, nor was my team's presentation focused.

However the reflection journal question was really interesting.
(Reflection Journal is RP's idea of homework via reflection, something like personal recap.)

---
Question: 
In your opinion, which symbol is overused in the visual world around you? Elaborate on your answer. 

Response: 
I can't really decide which is the most, but smileys as symbols of happiness, the peace symbol, the skull as the symbol of death or anything morbid, but the most abused, misused and overused symbol has got to the the devil's horn sign used by many metal/rock musicians, and the non-metal/rock fans. 


To a person who is a fan such as myself, I am very clear of its origins as much as the fans out there. The person who had popularised it is a legendary vocalist, Ronnie James Dio. He said that his Italian grandmother used to do that sign (thumbs in) to ward off evil. So as the sign got synonymous with his fame as a metalgod, many of the younger generations kept it well alive. 


However I am regrettably in the 'bastardised' generation which abuses the symbol of metal. To start off, now rock musicians do it too. But that's not too far off. I see commercial pop artists pretending to be 'metal/rock'. A few blasphemous characters are Avril Lavigne (self-proclaimed 'punk princess' -seriously, what in the world is punk princess? An oxymoron I'd say), and the recently guilty RnB/Club Hit Rihanna. 


Personally I am not against anything commercial, or radio friendly, in fact I do enjoy everything, but I do believe that for every symbol you use, or spot, you have to be responsible. Now those metal horns mean nothing as good as the past. 


It is like the swastika. If one wear it, they have to be prepared to answer. Is it a buddhist symbol? Or a neo- nazi symbol that you stand for? If you don a pentagram, are you an occultist? I feel that symbols are not to be taken lightly, people think they are just signs or shapes, they can just spot it or just use it in their 'art' or what nots. As every symbol mean something(s), I think everyone is responsible to do a good research before utilising it. In case they give out the wrong messages. 
---


The above pile of junk was written in an angst and combined with the rage of my absent-mindedness which resulted to the tragic loss of my beloved mobile phone. 
It was not intended to be coherent but somehow the teacher awarded me with an A. 


---
Hi Cynthia,

Despite having some prior knowledge in visual design, you kept up an active role in probing and inquiry in earlier meetings. Good work. From your probing, you would have realised how your prior knowledge alone is not sufficient to tackle a communicate role, but the background knowledge makes it easier for you to jump strat into analysis and critical thinking.

Much of presentation was spent on identification rather than analysing and presenting your argument.

A highly reflective journal, as you put forth a strong argument with evidence to support the various examples you have brought up. (Indeed, you should have seen how peace sign was EVERYWHERE in the 80s :P)Critical analysis.


---

I am a sooo 'tai-ko' lol. 

But I was serious about that overused part. 

I saved myself unknowingly. 

Social Media is the new Booty Call.

I have been on Fridae.com since I was 14 but has recently withdrawn due to the increasing number of rude horny straight dudes hitting on my profile.

Like flashing their horrid dicks, to sending lewd messages.
Social media is the new booty call.

Recently I knew this 'bisexual' girl called Celine,
who goes by the email of celines87@hotmail.com keeps trying to seduce me.
Well her picture's really pretty and I was about to call the buff,
until I chanced into a blog of Fidelis' blog.

I pm-ed Fidelis and print-screened all the chatlogs to her,
and alerted her of this someone who is using her photos.

This Celine keeps asking me if I wanted to make money by sleeping with her friend.
Her friend is Andrew, and she ended the chat with his number.

---

Meanwhile I get many sudden random 'bisexual' girls adding me,
Including this 'Nicole'.

It's kinda depressing to know how suddenly lesbians are all so out-right horny these days.
Or at least those that added me.
This venom piercing is a babe/dude-magnet.

Strangest thing is that these girls are never online, unless horny and needs some dirty chat.

Dirty chatting or cyber sex is just plain weird and filthy,
especially with someone you don't know or haven't met.

Well I do not condemn those who are having some long-distance relationship, cos they have no other choice.
Nor couples, cos it can be rather kinky fun.

But to random strangers is not just weird, it's dangerous. Maybe they might tape it down and use against you. Hmmm.


That aside.

Just now she just talked to me, and instead of the normal half-drunk horny talks,
she talks about this same Andrew dude.














I have also heard from my friends that these girls have been adding them too, and similarly marketing this same Andrew dude.

I noticed that the girls keep emphasizing on the fact that he is a ultra nice guy, very good in licking and fingering.

I interpret it as "fugly, and bad at penetration/thrusts, possibly poor-endowed".

Apparently one girl called the buff as she was in need of cash, confided in me. 
This dude Andrew is a chef, and is described by my friend as fat, oily, and super-duper short and semi-flaccid dick. 
And the rate she paid for her was way under 'market-rate'. 
Apparently she's kinda good in bed but she was totally not motivated when she saw what she was in for. 
Oh well.

Well I DECLARE I have nothing against fat, oily, fugly, short-dick, soft-dick, whatever description kinda guys, but I think that if you've got no looks and you want girls you should either pursue them nicely, with your 'reputed' nice personality, or impress with some charm or maybe display your professionalism and passion in your career etc.

Or, worst case scenario, engage a proper prostitute or 'freelancers'.

Why engage random girls to find more girls for you?
I wonder if he gives them commission or what.

And they are like...act bisexual and all that, etc.
All a damn bogus wayang all.

Basically, I am kinda disturbed and insulted by these random girls.
Very very sickening.

Notice I didn't censor anything.
You can do anything you want with them.

Regarding Metal Heads and Staying True.

Recently I have been speaking some despondent friends of mine,
whom most happen to lead brutal lifestyles of a metalhead (or headbanger some call it).

I have been a very concerned friend and most would consider me a confidante.

I am generally someone who will fuck up most who come seeking for my pity and attention,
because I believe that there is a huge difference in confiding, and me suggesting solutions and you consider it; and confiding, me suggesting solutions, and you cry further more in pity, suggesting to me it is a futile battle, when CLEARLY IT IS NOT.

For every problem, there is always a solution, it's just if you are willing to solve it or not.
If it's unsolvable, it should be called DOOM. OKAY?

I disclaim, I am not pin-pointing on anyone, but actually most of the folks whose been wallowing in their own self-pity. 

After many times of offer to help/suggestions to salvation/etc and all I got was:
"It's no use..." and something like "let me just burn in hell lah."

-_- |||

I said something really harsh. Something like...

"Aw come on don't be so emo."

"Leave me alone, it's useless." 

"Then u might as well don't listen to metal. You so emo."

(Friends all usually worked up at this kinda point)

"LOOK, WHAT HAS METAL/MUSIC GOT TO DO WITH SOMEONE'S WAY OF LIFE?"


LOOK. I do agree with what my friends had said.
What one listens to, has no relation to how they should behave.

It's like a girl who likes hip-hop (or whatever u call the bastardized reggae-hiphop music of this age) doesn't have to behave sexually promiscuous,
nor does someone who likes emotional music slit up wrists 24/7.
Neither does taiwanese-chinese pop fan need to carry their girlfriends with nose-cancer and run all the way to hospital...

Lol..

HOWEVER.
I believe that if:

  • you adopt the lifestyle of a metalhead,
  • you dress metal (meaning band tees and all spikes/corpsepaint all etc)
  • you look and behave metal (includes posing with upturned lips, punches, grabbing da balls & horns)
  • and brutal enough to go into a moshpit... (Which I never dared to enter due to a childhood mishap of kena dragged in and hurt my ears...)
  • and finally greet each other with HORNS...

NAHBEYCHEEBYE.
You do not tell people to STAY TRUE and play emo over the phone with me.

I have never once DARE say I am a metalhead/headbanger, not even a metal fan/fangirl.
I just enjoy some kinda old school metal here and there.
I club, I pub, I disco to Cyndi Lauper, and I shake my booty to Rihanna's Disturbia in the clubs.

To me, there is a BIG LETTER F difference to being a metal lover, and a METAL HEAD.

IT TAKES A LOT OF COURAGE TO DECLARE YOURSELF A METALHEAD. 

It is a way of life, a lifestyle that some have chosen to live as.
Proud to be identified as one,

AGAINST ALL ODDS. 
Despite the many social stereotypes that they have to put up.
Despite being outcasted by the queens in class,
Despite being thought of as dirty, disheveled and having poor hygiene,
They kept their heads up high, bandtees outright, horns above the long tresses.

EVERYONE tells one another to STAY TRUE, STAY TRUE, STAY TRUE,
but how many can really stay true?
Well as the generations evolve, or some may say degenerate,
it's really hard to define.

Ultimately, we all know, that it's a fight for our own passion.
and...also to find the motherfing courage to stand to our problems.

AND NOT WALLOW IN SELF-PITY.

Comeon, even someone who randomly dances in clubs like me, so untrue, know about being strong.

Ain't lyrics of most metal classic sing about standing strong, staying brave, seeing it through?
No matter what price we had to pay?
How many metal songs have been with you through your toughest times?
Are you forgetting this?
But I am not saying that we are only turning to metal cos it's a kinda strength, maybe kinda influential, nonetheless...

I hope I am mostly right bout my opinion on metal and people...

So heads up to all my friends out there, metal heads or not.

Happy Children's Day 2009!!!

OMG! I would never have imagined that I am still teaching!!!

Anyway, now that I am still teaching,  I've got a couple of PSLE students...
Just thought of making some Good Luck Charms for them.

Here goes....


All materials bought from Daiso =)



Started to cut 4 leafed clovers...
and scraps of shapes.




The Stickers I got from Daiso.
All 4 Leafed Clovers too!



A random natural kraft-string.



Cut! CUT!


Wrote a nice note...


Extra hearts for the Bf and sister.


They really need tons of these.



Now gotta wait for it to dry!



Meanwhile I paste them stickers...


Cut the strings and tie them...


Final Product :)


Hope they liked it.

HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY
AND
GOOD LUCK
FOR PSLE!!!

HOHOHO! MY HUBBY TOH'S 20th BIRTHDAY!


Hand-Drew this for him

To be really honest I was pretty stressed out with what to do for his birthday and all.
He told me the only time he celebrated his birthday was when he was still with his ex-girlfriend.
Stress. She baked him a cake or something.

Not wanting to kill my own beloved with food poisoning,
I put my design skills to work.
And since he wanna eat Steamboat, and loves chocolate...

I thought of Hotpot Culture.







Too much fooooooooooood!!!
The food is soso but I like the Herbal Broth.
Eat till burst.

Hubby seems happy.


Highlight of the night.
Chocolate Fondue.


See the sweet toothed boy getting high.


Half of the servings of ice-cream we had.


Had 3 pots of these...


Satisfied and tummy rubbing.

I LOVE YOU!
Happy Birthday!

Not a teen, not yet an adult!

Underwear with THE WIFE'S Face on...

Yesterday, I was walking around Northpoint with my Toh uh.
And I saw this Batman briefs in YELLOW.

It's friggin' funny and it's that Jockey Briefs kinda cut so I really love it.
Just trying to be funny, I asked him if he'll wear them if I really bought it.

He broke into an extremely funny embarrassed smile and obviously the answer is no,
just no guts to say it...hahaha...

I suddenly had this idea of putting my face on the briefs like this:


and if he'll wear it...


He thinks that it is demeaning to me, and I should be placed somewhere more prominent.
(Well, I appreciate the extreme sweet thought, but I am just weird so...)

I told him, if he wore it on his buddys night out and if in any circumstance he gets drugged or KO-ed,
be it by his buddies or by some horny-wet-slut...

Actually I was thinking maybe he anyhow air his pheromones and end up in a situation like this:



or this...




and then they go this:



AND INTERRUPTED BY:





WHOAHAHHAHA!!!

and then maybe the girl will be so fucking turned off and stay away from my stuff?




He thought for awhile and replied...

"Oh yah hor...Good that you plan for the future HAHA."






...



...future...
HAHA?










YOU WANNA DIE TOH HONG RUI???!!!!

How to Write Boring Descriptive Essays - "The Shopping Mall"

[O Level Essay]

Lai, lai, don't give me excuses...don't tell me the topic is boring. 
I am doing it with ya'll. 


Basically if you have get a question such as "The Shopping Mall", 
you should write about the particular mall during a festive season, such as Lunar New Year season so that you have more to describe :) 


Add in more elements to give your essay more visual impact. 


Attempt this before you read my version. Use the pink guides to help you through. 

The Shopping Mall

1. Introduction: 

  • The general description of the shopping mall
  • Brightly-lit stalls - shouts of stall holders - throngs of shoppers
  • Center-piece of the God of Prosperity bearing gold ingots

The entire mall was filled with people frantically doing their last minute New Year shopping, weaving their way through the network of brightly lit stalls. The shouting of the stall keepers, seeking to attract all the unwary customers, and the blaring of loud music added much to the festive cheer of the place. At the center of the bustling mall was a huge statue of a smiling God of Prosperity bedecked in a glittering gown. It was carrying a huge gold ingot in his hands. Every few minutes, the statue would turn mechanically and a booming voice emanating from within would proclaim words of blessing to the crowd gathered in front of it.

2. Body: 

  • Describe the most popular stall & why it has good business - festive flowers - pussy willows - mandarin plants - red orchids 
  • Describe other activities - lion dance display- beat of the drums - acrobatic stunts
  • Climax of the night - fireworks display

The stall which sold the special festive flowers attracted the most people. It was filled from wall to wall with many kinds of colourful plants specially flown in to cater to the New Year. There were rows of pussy willows, whose snow-white flower buds seemed to transform the stall into a frosty winter landscape. Huge and luscious oranges hung invitingly from the many pots of mandarin plants, tempting customers with their promise of prosperity and good fortune. Even locally grown orchids, not usually a flower symbolic of the New Year, were scattered amongst the other varieties on display. They had bright and shocking red colours, a definite factor which prompted the stall owner to try and market them as New Year flowers.

Besides the stalls, there were other activities which attracted throngs of people to the mall. One of the biggest crowd pullers was the lion dance display. The frenetic drumming and the graceful movements of the dancing lions transformed the mall into a sea of shifting colours. There were at least ten different lions roped in to make the display much more energetic and dynamic. There were palpable gasps of awe when the lion dancers pulled off a series of dangerous acrobatic stunts during the display. To cap off the splendid performance, a long dragon, manned by over twenty brawny men, was thrown into the fray, breathing fire as it wound its way sinuously among the lion dancers. It was simply unbelievable how both the lion and the dragon dancers had co-ordinated their movements to perfection, such that there were no accidental collisions between the different lions and the dragon despite the relatively confined place where the display was held.


3. Conclusion: 

  • How the mall gradually empties - shoppers leave and stalls are closed

The culmination of the celebrations on the mall was an explosive fireworks display that caused all the shoppers to stop their tracks and stare fixedly at the mosaic of hues in the night sky above them. Many of the children covered their ears with their hands, while staring in rapt attention at the display as the deafening explosion of the fireworks boomed continuously. As the colours from the fireworks slowly fade away, many of the weary people started to leave the mall. One by one, the stalls became empty and dark as the happy owners called it a day.

(492 words)


Actually I do not have a clue nor an image of what mall I wanted to write about. 
The layout is based on this mall I used to go back in my childhood days. 
It's called Chinatown Point, and now it's a modest place I go for awesome Indian Vegetarian food, old Body Shop products. 
When I was really little, the place will be bustling back then in Chinese New Year or Mooncake Festival.
You know, those cheena festivals. 
But things there are cheaper at the night markets set up on the roads for CNY so people stopped going there altogether. 

To be really honest, I was really lost when I was writing this essay. I didn't have a specific image of how I wanted it to flow and progress. Basically I used the 'standard' new year processions and wrote it out, combined with my mental image of the humble little childhood mall. 


It is essential that your mind has a rough image of what you want to write. It is like selecting colours to express yourself in a painting. Every colour is crucial. So every descriptive word you use is important. 
Don't try just hit any words in your word bank into your essay, without justifying how it may make or break your essay. Sometimes some words are just not suitable and it may just make your essay sound...weird.


Ok I am tried, I amma go take my afternoon nap. 
Good luck! 

Why do somethings fall into place, and some doesn't?

Though I am happily attached,
sometimes I do wonder.

What went wrong in the other situation,
that I didn't end up with the previous guy I liked?

Some of my closest friends will probably know who I am referring to...

Running through my laptop, I chanced into some random pictures which he sent me...
Not to add on to my collection, but rather, showing me stuff...

Walking through random places and random topics, reminded me of everything.

Sometimes I wonder why it hadn't happen.
Sometimes, I sigh, but relieved somehow we didn't happen.

Cos it's pure incompatible, as all of you have advised.
As the tarot advised, it's pure temptation, and lack of closure.

What really went wrong, I may never ever know.
Anyway it's not like I have not experienced unrequited love before...


But I am relieved somehow, that out of the most unexpected circumstance,
I fell for someone I would never imagine I might be interested in...
Strange how there wasn't much courtship or what nots...
But he arrived in my heart anyway.

Some may argue that with out hardship the love isn't strong...

But I don't really think that heartaches forge stronger love.

Walking through the same roads that reminded me of the previous,
well memories can always be replaced with better ones. :)

There is no way I can forget the little sweet (albeit unsure and platonic-posing) events, actions, reactions, etc that happened between us, nor will I be a chicken and avoid you and everything altogether,

but I am very well-aware that currently, I have in my possession an extremely doting and attentive boyfriend. And the love I have for him will not allow me to do or think anything that may hurt him in anyway.

So yea. those photos I'll prolly keep it one side, in deep archives.
Thanks for being in my life, the heartaches, the mindfucks, the confusions, my insecurities, for all these while, and thanks for not being able to accept me,

I met a better man ;)