Not quite Jackson Pollock.
Jackson Pollock is a super awesome abstract artist. He splashed paints. All his life.
Anyways, without further ado, I present you, Not Quite Jackson Pollock, a pair of handpainted shoes, inspired by Jackson Pollock. Although, it’s not quite Jackson Pollock at all, hence the title (plagiarized art is no art).
and yes, I’m an artist wannabe. T_T
what’s more? It’s for sale!
say what!!! It’s for sale!
(duh, finally, something for sale!)
Description:
- painted on original Playez canvas shoes.
- size: Men US9, - UK8 - EU42 (26.5cm) see size chart
- acrylic mixed with textile medium.
- Waterproof, wont turn yellow, dust resistant, will not crack and sealed to last longer.
- only one available, and is very, very, exclusive.
-suitable for both male and female
Price: RM82
****** OPEN FOR BIDDING! *********
Bidding will be closed on Sunday, July 5th, midnight.
more pictures and information after the jump.
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My newfound hobby. :)
Hi, it’s me.
After 10 years of no update, at all, I’m finally blogging. Unless if you have me on your facebook, perhaps you would have thought that I died. Well, I did die. Metaphorically of course.
Gosh, it has been so long since I last blogged that I don’t even remember the last post I wrote about, and people don’t even visit my blog anymore. *kisses blog*
What actually happened after the last day of examination last semester was me being a couch potato for a whole month, and I was depressed because I wasn’t doing anything productive, not even drawing. I don’t know what happened, but I really wasn’t at all inspired to draw, or to make anything. After being in a deep ‘grief’ for such ridiculous reason, I finally got myself together and started making something.
Guess what it is?
And no, it’s no shoe painting, not just yet. It’s what I’ve always wanted since I was 12; fashion designing!
Well, I’m not actually designing, but I’m taking up sewing. I’ve made a few garments on my own, with help on the pattern part of course. I did a bit of research and found a perfect book for pattern drafting; it’s How To Make Sewing Pattern by Donald H. McCunn. I called up a few bookstores, and none of them have it.
*SIGHHHHHHH*
*KECEWA GILA OKAY!*
I was gonna ask my dad to buy the book for me, but then as always, I don’t have the guts to do it as I imagine that he would ask me to concentrate on my studies instead. That’s okay though. There’s always next holidays. But I really do want to learn!
Anyways, for the past 3 weeks, I made a few outfits. I even made 2 traditional wear, but I’m not gonna put ‘em up here as I don’t have the picture. Aiya, forgot la. hoho
#1: Babydoll dress.
Material: Wool
Pattern used: Danielle
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i have a Love-Hate relationship with myself
The results are out.
I sucked.
so my GPA in 4.0 scale is, 77 x 4 /100 = 3.08
SEE? SHITWADAHELL*(^#*(%!%@_!*DEMMIT!!!!
OMG. I did really badly!!
but it’s okay, I deserved the C for Islamic Studies, as for the whole semester, I’ve only attended the class for 4 times.
and I didn’t study. I just flipped through the notes I printed.
still, Islamic Studies was hard. I went out of the exam hall in the first half of the time.
I also deserved the B for Intro to Design.
Last minute work deserves ‘last minute’ grades.
And my final report sucked.
Actually, I’m pretty satisfied, knowing that I deserved all of the grades. and considering I almost got barred from English exam. And, I can’t believe I got an A for Building Mat, since I didn’t study much for the exam. wooot! xP
Looking at the bright side, at least, I got through LAN subjects, a.k.a. Islamic Studies and Malaysian Studies, a.k.a unrelated subjects a.k.a. pain-in-the-ass subjects. YEAY!! xD
Okay, I wanna cry. Because of the ‘C’. My mum is so gonna kill me. But I guess she’d expected that already.
I’m dead I’m dead, I’m so fucking dead.
No more last minute work!
No more skipping classes!
I had enough, I swear. I’ll be serious now.
I SWEARRRRRR!!!
ah, sshhhhhit. I’m so unmotivated to draw. I feel like I’m so not talented to. Help help, I need to paint on shoes. I need to pull myself together. T_T
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It started with a raining day in October.
After almost 19 years of living in this world, I’m convinced that I. am. incredibly. annoying.
And everyone seems to complain about how annoying my voicemail is.
it goes something like, “Hiiii biatch! You know what to do…. ;)” and then, BEEEEEEP!
Some of the voice messages I got, are;
“BABIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!”
which means something like, “DAMN YOU!!!!!”
another one sounded something like this;
“FUCKER, what an annoying voicemail. Go to hell. HAHAHAHA”
sometimes, it’s also as simple, one-toned and very polite.
“ah, demmit.”
Anyways, thanks for those who left me those pleasant messages. You guys made my day. :)
I haven’t been so well lately. I think I’m gonna be sick. I’ve have been experiencing difficulties to breathe lately. Literally. I feel like I’m not getting enough oxygen, so I try to take a deep breath every now and then, hoping to suck in enough oxygen to survive. Or least get my brain to function well. And I’ve also been able to hear my heart beating sometimes and it makes me sick on my stomach.
What does that mean?
Am I dying?
Whatever.
If I die, I die. So yeah, I think I better pray to god now.
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Treasure Hunt and Cupcakes.
Hold on to your seat, as this is going to be a sweet entry. ;)
Saturday, May 23rd 7.15am-3pm - Treasure Hunt
My dad sort of registered my sister and I to Amcop’s Treasure Hunt ‘09 (Amcop is the company my dad works for. Google it, if you are curious.
Anyway, the other two team members were Anil, an engineer and Ana, a secretary. So, our team were Aisyah, Arina, Anil and Ana. Neat, huh? We were team number 14, out of 14 members. hahah. Most of the team members were above 30, (or 35, perhaps) and we were the youngest team.
Anil - 22
Ana- 21
Me - 19
Arina -18
No generation gaps whatsoever. Perfect!
So that morning, Ana arrived first, then me and my sister. After waiting for not more than 15 minutes, which felt like forever, Anil had finally arrived, in his ready-to-race car.
VROOOM!!!!
My dad was like, “WHOA, this is a treasure hunt, not a race!”
hoho sweeet!
Bby the time Anil arrived, most of the other teams had already took off. We were the second last team to start our journey.
The start point was in front of Amcop office, then to Malacca and ends at Port Dickson. To be able to search the clues, we must reset the meter to 0. Because, in the instructions, we’ll be asked to drive at a certain distances to find the clues. The problem was, the meter wasn’t working.
He was driving a nice car.
With engine that goes, VROOOM!
and with neat, clean and really tidy interior,
petrol, full.
and suddenly,
the GODDAMN METER WASN’T WORKING. -____-”
nice.
So the whole time in the car, we were tracking the kilometers, but most of the times Anil did the honor of counting the distance, and we were like,
“How many kilometers now?”
“It it 9km yet?”
“How many kilometers more?”
All in all, I admire his patience. To be able to “babysit” 3 girls sure is not an easy job.
We weren’t even allowed to eat in the car.
Because he’s A MAN OF PRINCIPLES.
and one of his many principles is NOT TO FREAKING EAT IN HIS CAR.
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You have no bloody idea where you are in this virtual world, huh? This is a personal blog of a girl named Aisyah, a f*cking bitch, a hot babe and super materialistic. LOL, Just kidding! I'm actually pretty "innocent", and I like to blog. and poking people. and eat lotsa chocolates. Note: this lady on the left is not a Chinese auntie.
