Doing someone a favor...

I haven't the slightest thought on what to post for yesterday...
I thought I might want to post a video regarding a lecture by Yusuf Estes or maybe describe the pain I am currently enduring from attempting to play the guitar after I stopped 7 years ago, but given that my little sister gave a request to do something in her favor...

Fine, I shall do just that.

BTW I am HATING the song "Payphone", SERIOUSLY!

Well, I'll settle that aside and continue with what I intend to do. So here's to you little sister.

An ode to Tasnim

You know I'm doing this because you were eager,
To know my thoughts and feelings towards you, though meager.

But I shall do my best,
To fulfill your interest,
Towards undermining your insecurities,
So you could bloom devoid of impurity,
But then it's up to you, really...

First off, your music taste suck.
K-pop? seriously? What the uck?
And you used to like 'Justin Bieber',
Makes me shameful that you are my sister.
You are undeniably lazy,
The last memory of you doing a SINCERE CHORE in the house is hazy.
I mean come on!
Is it so hard to pick up your socks in my bedroom, where you abandon(ed)?

Have we raised a useless potato?
One who only eat and sleep in the house, which defines the lifestyle of YOLO.
Whenever mom asks you to do one simple thing,
You let out lame excuses like, "Me and the cat are playing"
And what is with that cat of yours?
She only bites and shits, nothing more.
Why couldn't she catch a mouse!
Really, no use of her being in the house.

But then, you do have your perks,
You always seem to make humor in the house work,
You are wildly entertaining,
Never failed to keep me smiling,
You are a great medium for me to express,
My naked self, without a feeling to impress,
Secrets with you are fun to share,
And it hits me more that you care.

Although you were originally the cause of my tooth being chipped off,
From the battle we had on the sofa back then, where I fell off,
I wouldn't have that memory any other way,
And my tooth is fixed, anyway.

I was kidding about your musical taste,
You seem to like most of my songs, without haste.
K-pop isn't that bad,
Some of the songs have decent ballad(s)

But yeah,
I still can't beliebe you used to be a belieber.


THE END

Yeaahhh I haven't written rhyme-y poems for a loooooooooong time, hence the cover ups for the not-so-rhyme-y parts ( abandon(ed)? seriously fifa? ). Haha, and if you're reading this Tasnim, the negative parts are mostly PURELY SARCASTIC. So please don't take it to heart. Hope you like the poem :)

Oh, and I like that Jason Mraz song, "I wont give up" <3

Past Works

Well for starters I LOVE painting. I wont say I'm good at it but man does it beat doing sports (particularly because I suck at any sport games. Really, ALL of them D: )
And I guess this brings back to one of the intentions of making this blog, to post my work. Of course I'll be posting only the ones I'm proud of or that fulfilled at least half of my satisfaction. It's a darling hobby and I wish to be istiqamah in doing this :)InsyaAllah...

So here are some of which I've made in the past

Fireworks

 

 

Medium: Watercolor

I did this by copying one fireworks scene from Reader's Digest. I forgot which issue though. It was intentionally made as a product to be sold for a past high school "Company". But yeaa that didn't happen since we couldn't determine the price. So in the end I gave it to a good ol' friend.

Obscured Tower

Medium: Acryllic (canvas)

Me and two of my friends made this in a Blood Donation Charity fair last year. It was put up to auction and was sold for 50 MYR. Haha there was never any bidding on it though, since we finished it pretty late.It became my first canvas painting, though being a collaborative one :D

The Bike in Annecy

 Medium: Water-soluble oil paint (canvas)

 This was my first "collaboration" I did with my big sister. She made the sketches and the outlining and I made the rest :D haha it was pretty tough though, based on the picture. And it took pretty long plus didn't quite turn out as well as I'd hoped, but alhamdulillah it was finished.

My and Fifa

Medium: Water-soluble oil paint (canvas)

HAHAHA. Err, I made this one for a good friend of mine. That's her on the left and me on the right. Her face didn't turn out quite well and I feel like I've vertically stretched her face and made her look older. I look like me I suppose, but somehow younger hehe.

Well this is what I can post so far and I have two more in INTI. Gonna post those in the future :)

 

The Wonders of Poetry

POETRY

A delectable medium of expression in my opinion. Also a source for self-consolation and at times the best antidote to lay raging hormones at rest ( Just a figure of speech, my hormones aren't RAGING, just a little bit mad sometimes) 


I used to be fond of creating poetry when I was little, and most were sent to my much adored big sister, Kayyah. Though I wouldn't call myself much of a poet, as most of the poems I had written to her were corny rhymes on how much I miss her when she went to Russia. But it was grand start to my love of pure, sweet and serene poetry.


Poems can take you as far as drugs would as an anti-depressant, depending on how enthusiastically engrossed you are in its content. And what's beautiful about it is that it could be interpreted in so many different and wonderful streams where only we paved as we canoe down its unique path in solace. 


Well, I guess by now you are able to infer the fact that I remiss poetry to nothing more than a creation to evoke romantic thoughts. Which is true, at some points, since I don't usually favor its dark use to assert anger and despondency. But at times, those manifestations could be sweet in a clandestine state. It's as if those heartbreaks and disappointments experienced are well and healthily conveyed so as not to let us be engulfed in it any longer to shatter our souls. Especially when it is in the matter of uttering your dislikes and vengeance.


It feels nice I guess, taken from experience where I actually did send one piece of poetry that was cooked up with animosity to an old male friend. Boy did it feel good when I gave him a peace of my mind. 
But then afterwards I'd be wallowed in guilt and resentment as to why I actually let my emotions go through to let him read my vulnerable, inner thoughts. I guess it was a lesson from the Lord to keep those feelings to yourself so that that somebody who previously hurt you wont go through the same state. Even if you yearn it so dearly...


And poems are a huge help when dealing with lustrous feelings. NOT that I'm saying I have any to that extent, I sometimes do have slight 'hints' of them but I'm mainly referring to its use for that in general. It's like making love letters and never sending them. Such an endearing method to control oneself from going too overboard as one might just loose his or her mind over that sweet yet ephemeral phase. 


Just by looking at the structures and style of a poem compels you. The writing styles are analogical to the styles of paintings or the type of painter.  Sometimes its a Van Gogh and sometimes it may be a Paul Cezanne. Like the songs by Mowgli from the Jungle Book, as he expresses his sadness towards the wolf-pack who were eschewing him from their family. It's uniqueness in expression is what made it admirable.


Well, I guess to end this long post I shall share one poem which I remembered by heart for some reason. So I guess I'll say it's my favorite :). It's from a graphic novel my sister lent to me to read, "The Three Shadows" by Cyril Pedrosa. (It's wonderful, I greatly recommend you to read this)


In our springtime there is no better, there is no worse. Blossoming branches burgeon as they must.
Some are long, some are short.
Stay upright.
Stay with life.


I'll leave it to you on what it means. But in the meantime, hows about sharing your favorite piece of poetry :)

The Potato Syndrome

If there was one thing I would like to change about myself is the habit of constantly being indifferent to something I previously took interest in. And it kills me when those interests are of undeniable importance for my aspirations.

Really, when was the last time I find something I take in genuine liking and stick to it to take that interest even further?
Sure, back then the SAT seemed desirable because at the time SPM was around and boyyy do I find a mighty disinterest to that Secondary-school "only" proof for academic evaluation. But now? just by looking at the book is nauseating. I'm not sure if whether it's from pure laziness in which I am succumbed to the hedonistic lifestyle, or maybe I really just don't CARE anymore because I don't have anything more important for it to become my stimulus of distraction.

Reading is another dilemma. I used to be immersed in a lot of reading materials back then, especially in fictions and Encyclopedias. The time it would take for me to finish a book would usually be at least in one day if that book had 300 pages. But now, only Lord knows the many times I constantly doze off after reading one measly chapter. I don't know what happened! It's like my sense of being istiqamah to a really good habit had been disrupted. Where had my sense of escapism gone to?

My enthusiasm for ANYTHING had been obliterated these past few months. Ya Allah, what have I done to be trapped in this bleak soul? I can't even write well anymore because of this condition. How I yearn to have all of those back....

I feel of no more use than a potato :'(

 A very sad potato as well.

A long forgotten tradition

Well, at least forgotten in the era of adolescence where I am currently situated in.

Through the eyes of an 8 to 12-year-old Afifa, one of the primary outcomes of Ramadhan I would've looked forward to is the excitement that might've come forth in the ol' mailbox. That is, the hopes of having more "Kad Raya" than last year.

Funny how back then I would measure the number of cards I received as the meter of my popularity. And I'd say I had an adequate number of them through that period of time which pretty much proves how normal I actually was than what I would perceive myself. Makes me feel appreciative for the old friends I used to have and, sadly, now ignored.

So yesterday,  I decided to revive(I've been using this word a lot lately) that tradition and make my own E-cards for all the close friends, and a lil bit of family, I cherish dearly. But Alas! Just by making one E-card took me 30 minutes due to my laptop lacking a proper image editing program. Though on the + side, I got to explore the usage of an online Photo Editor and make some decent effects for that one E-card.

Here's this one card I made for Myzatil using Pixlr

*Sigh* not quite what I want it turn out but hey, it looks instagram-ish. And everyone loooves instagram.

More will come!

Oh My God...

Wow, my first post since four years ago...

My indifference to blogging halted recently since few of my close friends mentioned about blogging in FB statuses and chats.

So I'm like, what the heck. BLOGGER SPIRITUAL REJUVENATION IT IS!

This could be a chance for me to relive my old childhood glory days where back then I had an apt sense of creativity (In terms of the internet, that is) . It had been four years past since I did my last HTML and CSS coding -or at least, editing-, graphic designs and hosting a mediocre animated cartoon -based website.

But from that sort of creativity, there was a high price to pay for academic achievements. Surely I'll never forget the time I was shamed by my parents for the non-straight-aces I received from an 'imperative' primary school test. But who looks at those things now anyway? I guess the sweetness of those years are marked from all the useless junk I developed and learned from the internet. Ahh the internet, you were always my best childhood pal.

But since I broke off the chain of our friendship four years ago, and settled to us being just long-term acquaintances, I discovered real human friends. They weren't bad at all, and more are still coming as I grow older. Though this new adopted lifestyle continues to envelop my life, I really do miss those moments of learning and discovering with you. So I'm going to try to balance it now and utilize this blog to match the fullest of my ability of coding and graphic making!

If, I could recall those gifts.

Oh well, I can always start again :)