Utopian Lies.. (..ilusi kesempurnaan, tipu daya kota raya): Paper, cuts and craft...

Monday, 8 February 2010

Paper, cuts and craft...

I hate paper-cuts.. i seldom get it.. but when it does happen.. it stings, especially when it cuts the part between your fingers. but hell... since im too bored in the office now.. yeahh being a lecturer.. not having students to teach equals boredom. other than our usual dota and rock band session in the game lab.. im expanding my desk-ability by mastering a new art.. paper crafts.. he he he

free printing... paper in abundance... too much free time in the office with literally nothing to do.. definitely paper craft is the way to go! so far im done with these... a panda.. eiffel tower.. and still under construction TIE interceptor from star wars..

Figure 1.1 Mr Panda resting on the monitor

Figure 1.2 The 'leaning tower' of Eiffel

Figure 1.3 -1.4 TIE Interceptor from Star Wars.. under construction!

Oh semester.. please start.. if not i'll go pro with paper crafts! hehehehe

5 comments:

Si Caed said...: haha chomel gile~; 9 February 2010 at 01:06
Anonymous said...: wahhhhhhhhhhh i nak panda tu azzam pleaseeeeee; 9 February 2010 at 10:55
Azzam?? said...: u want it... come and get it lah! =D; 9 February 2010 at 13:53
Unknown said...: kelas da nak start ni
standby je ah; 11 February 2010 at 19:54
Anonymous said...: Good brief and this post helped me alot in my college assignement. Thanks you on your information.; 14 March 2010 at 18:28

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Song of the moment..

"Boiled Frogs"
by Alexisonfire

[George:] A man sits at his desk
One year from retirement,
And he's up for review
Not quite sure what to do.
Each passing year
The workload grows.

[Dallas:] I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way
It always ends up the same
(Count your blessings)
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
(Count your blessings on one hand)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[George:] Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe,
Even though his joints are clogged with rust.

[Wade:] My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Safe in monotony, (so safe), day after day
(Count your blessings)
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away.
Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
(Count your blessings on one hand)

[Dallas:] So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.

Can't help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day
There's no loyalty and no remorse.
Youth sold for a pension cheque
And it makes him fucking sick
He's heating up, he can't say no

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)

So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight,
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life.
(So wait up)
So wait up I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
Between the light and shallow waves is where I'm going to die
Wait up for me
Wait up for me
Wait up for me

*lagu mantap dengan lirik yang penuh meaning.. a reminder, not to let life pass you by. =)