Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Nena - 99 Luftballons

Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt
99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons
99 Düsenjäger
Jeder war ein großer Krieger
Hielten sich für Captain Kirk
Das gab ein großes Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fühlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons
99 Kriegsminister -
Streichholz und Benzinkanister -
Hielten sich für schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer hätte das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons
99 Jahre Krieg
Ließen keinen Platz für Sieger
Kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr
Und auch keine Düsenflieger
Heute zieh' ich meine Runden
Seh' die Welt in Trümmern liegen
Hab' 'nen Luftballon gefunden
Denk' an dich und lass' ihn fliegen
I was listening to my old playlist recently to recover this. Before I knew about the background of this song, I simply liked the sound of it, but it was after I learned of the stories that the meaning impacted on me. This song has a strong message, written by the band in 1983. One of the band members claimed of seeing the shape-shifting balloons when nearing the East Berlin horizon, during a Rolling Stone concert, depicting how that even in a relatively small land of Berlin, when divided by Berlin Wall, created two very different world, and how people are separated. This song sang of the meaningless of war and fight... However, no matter how powerful is this song, the Berlin Wall was not down, until much later in 1989.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Happy 51st Anniversary, Doctor Who!

Taken from DoctorWhoTV

It's the last hour of 23-11-2014 at my timezone, and I'm sure it is overlapping with UK time, so it IS the same date over there now. This means, it is 51 years since Doctor Who started! It had been a journey, and even though I only know about Doctor Who very recently (this is what my generation missed I guess, Doctor Who was practically missing during our childhood), it has been getting great since.

Last year was the very celebrated 50th Anniversary where we have a special with The Day of The Doctor. We had all these doctors and plus a small glimpse of the latest doctor, Peter Capaldi.

In 23rd November of 1963, 5.16pm, The pilot episode 'An Unearthly Child' was aired in UK, by BBC, featuring the First Doctor (or Doctor Who) William Hartnell. And the show had been on a roller coaster ride since...

In 2014, however, we get to know more about the Twelfth Doctor. It was an incredible year and so many things happened to the storyline, in just one year - or rather, in just one season. There are so many reason to like this show, from the acting to backstage, to scripts, to sound effects, to costumes, to special effects, to video editing, to even publicity!

Saw this fanmade video and thought the song and video was quite good, so I shared it here...

Weeping Cherubs

Shortly after drawing the Weeping Angel piece, I went on to draw on the Weeping Cherubs. I used the concept art in BBC website as a reference, for this technical drawing.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Weeping Angel

What else can I say? Weeping angel. I always love the details of statues and Weeping Angel gave me more boost in why I need to at least try to draw them. First, I can omit the colours and focus on the texture. And yea, I could just put this on some Whovian's page just to make them upset for a while, haha.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

The verses are very powerful that the moment I heard it on Interstellar, I made a small note on it. Written by a Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, about his dying father. To me anything in this format sounds like poem, obviously because I'm not a literature major and I'm probably the last person you should ask about language; however, it was categorized as villanelle as well.

Anyway, by reading the words, you could have feel the force in it. Even though part of what I aspire were more of a peaceful death, or an accepance of the inevitability of an end, but part of me knew this kind of thoughts would still arise. The last moment, to give it a last push and not go in vain. It was that tiny little bit of this that actually existed on the day my father left. I asked, so often, is it that easy - to just leave like that? But I saw the mixture, the struggle, the desire to be alive - and after that, the rest-in-peace part. I guess it was part of a process.

But of course, this poem could be of good use, whenever you are drowning while trying to stay afloat. Remember at least the first few verses, for that is what it must have feel like - to be a live, to want to live - a survival instinct.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014


Drew this after watching 'A Town Called Mercy'. It served as a practice as I want to learn how to focus on details. While the human figure part was not so satisfying, I was quite approving over the machine gun part.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Holding On

A try on quotes on minimalism art. This one of my favourite quotes from the LOTR Trilogy, on why we are holding on to something even though it was tough, it was difficult.

It resonates with J.K. Rowling's in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire where Dumbledore said, "
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."

Don't give your hopes up and keep holding on...

Sports Climbing

Last Saturday, I signed up for something really not-me. PK happened to came across a sports climbing workshop email and asked around if anyone wanted to sign up as well. Out of curiosity, I decided to give it a try.

I thought, "Well, climbing is not really my thing, with my weight and my stamina and my strength... but you don't get to do that often, do you? Let's go and have some fun, hanging on strings then."

That was literally my expectation until that very day when I was told there will be assessments and test and certification. What? You mean you need some papers to do those climbings? You mean I will be tested? What?

Luckily for me, this Level 1 was more on safety and basic knowledge. Ability or skills to reach the top was not a crucial part of it. So we started with safety, learning about equipments like belay equipment, harnass, harabinger. Most of it were quite familiar since I was in the cadet last time. But this time there were some new stuff because obviously my school didn't manage to afford some cool equipment last time. We were taught to tie the figure of 8 knot and prepare ourselves for the climb. We were brief on climbing calls too.

Slightly before lunchtime, we got to test water a bit by climbing and belaying once. It was rather fun, even though I was not the best in class, obviously.

We spent after-lunch time doing more rounds, challenging different tiles and levels. I wasn't particularly good at it. However, I did manage to get my feet off the ground for few meters, so I'm already satisfied with that.

The workshop ended and we were told that we passed the test, and given this little card that shows we can go practice somewhere at our own sweet time. It was a great experience, and truly something I didn't anticipate to happen this year. 

Monday, November 10, 2014

Birthday Weekend

The weekend before the last, was the start of November. And that could only mean one thing: my brother's and my birthdays. It started with mine, hence the cartoon above. On that day, I tried to do things that I like. I went for training and went to lab to do some work. On the way back for shower, I had Indonesian food, which was superb with the soup and met Hall Master by chance. Later, I had a refreshing shower and took a short nap before heading to collect Gorilla, a cake I bought from my lab ex-intern to support her as my birthday gift. Afterwards, I returned to lab to finish off the experiments before heading to the good ol' PGP for dinner. 

We decided to have dinner and a collective celebrations for people having birthdays in November there, partly because that was where our memories of weekend meals were held. Those days when we still uses MSN or SMS, messaging people to announce for dinner time and meeting at the bus terminal before heading for lunch after a day of rest/study/whatever. It was a wonder we managed that for years.

I'm feeling ecstatic with the generosity of people that day. I got a free little mandarin from my lab member and a box of British goodies from Carmen, nicely decorated. And most of all, lovely messages from all the attendees. I shall not post the 'secrets' here but there were wishes and requests, as usual. They were lovely, thank you!

The stall we intended to order from was too crowded and we ended up changing stalls. It was still superb, nonetheless and very family-like with all the dishes shared. I guess that was closest to a family dinner we could get when we were so far from our family, a little comfort for our empty souls... We had the cake, which was still nice and a photo was taken with three November babies in front: Elaine, Reuben and I. It was a good day!

The second day started like a lazy morning. I watched the latest Doctor Who episode as how I did every Sunday morning. It was 'Dark Water' that day. So, yes, I continued my day with quite elated mood. I met up with SyeNee, my high school friend. We weren't really known to each other until our high school despite studying in neighbouring classes. We merely known each other's existences. It was amazing to know her during my second year in high school and I'm exteremely chuffed by the fact that our friendship continue on since then. We had lunch and she actually bought be a mini apple crumble! It served as my tea later that day. 

I brought her around Esplanade and spotted my university friend Florentina performing in guitar ensemble. We stopped to listen for the whole thing before I accompany SyeNee for her shopping for shoes. We said goodbye shortly after and return home.

As part of my birthday, I also did a video log, something that was quite rare this year:

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