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[NEWS]

Salam.

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Someone told me to draw something, so I did. Something related to ‘sutures’ I presume.

Today I made a grave, grave, grave mistake of leaving my phoooooonneeeee.

I never thought I would say this, but I couldn’t do anything. And I was too distraught to study or to finish writing my report but I wouldn’t even study/finish writing my report even if i had my phone.

Thank God I got it back asap.

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Posted by on 09/21/2014 in Berita, Lakaran

 

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[NEWS] Fever fever

Salam.

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I planned to write this last week but since I got chased out of my own room because of fogging activities, I didn’t feel like writing everything back again.

For the past few months, even before the fasting month, more and more of my colleagues went down with fever. And lo and behold, if it ain’t dengue fever, then its not Malaysia. I myself have already got the fever once, so getting it again means that I have the privilege of experiencing dengue haemorrhagic fever.

Let’s just hope that never happens.

It was kind of interesting watching reactions of my colleagues getting dengue fever through social networks. Some of ’em took it like a man (or woman) and never said anything until someone finally realized that they were absent from the class for an entire week. Others wailed like a baby and sulked; as if sulking can actually get their health back.

I got the fever waaaay before this epidemic started. It was a Friday night; there was a sports festival and me being the couch potato, just attended for the sake of attending. Yes, we have sport festivals at night because everyone is busy in the morning. Or they haven’t woken up yet. Anyway, I felt a bit feverish halfway through the night and decided to hit the sack. The next morning, I couldn’t get up from my bed. My head was heavy with a very bad pounding headache. Turning on the lights in the bathroom was enough to make me cringe in pain and it hurts everywhere. Every limb, every joint, every movement. I didn’t eat, I could just drink and even that was painful. In my mind I was formulating all sorts of diagnosis, dengue included.

Meningitis was one. Because I had headache and photophobia. But I was still sane and alert with no neck pain or fits (but then I wouldn’t know if I had fits).

I literally cried from the pain and fumbled in the dark to find some painkillers. Once the pain subsided a little, I could finally sleep and dozed off again. Before I slept, I was thinking of how to drag myself out of bed and go the the nearest ED for help. Even if I go to the ED, they would usually ask me to come back after 3 days. No one who I know is gonna buy me food, take me to the ED or look after me in this state, not even my own housemates. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the ‘hurr I have no friends‘-thing but it was a weekend; no one is around, everyone is either going home, haven’t woken up yet or is out there berfoya-foya.

I woke up during midday with a scared notion of me dying due to dehydration and people only realizing that I’m dead once they start noticing a foul stench emanating from my room. So that afternoon, I packed whatever stuff I had, popped two painkillers and drove back home.

My parents were surprised that I busted through the door that afternoon, but even more surprised when I told them I got dengue. Anyway, the treatment for dengue is just supportive treatment (and my parents didn’t want me to get admitted) so no antibiotics or magic water is gonna heal it. But it was so difficult for me to drink, let alone eat anything – everything was almost unpalatable and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. And even that was difficult. The young neighbors screams and shouts every day, the temperature was either too hot or too cold and I don’t even feel like sleeping after sleeping for so much but I felt too tired to do anything else besides sleep. And the vomiting – Oh God, it was a mess.

Well, eventually I finally recovered after one week of missing class. Did any of my classmates miss me? Well, maybe one or two. And right now, all my other colleagues are getting it. The health care staff comes here, I think, almost every other day to fog. I personally don’t think that fogging our hostels would help – there’s a construction site beside our hostel which I really really really think is the breeding site for the mosquitoes. And in the morning and evening, the students are either going out for classes or going out for dinner. But they keep on insisting to fog here, though I’m not complaining.

Whatever floats their boats I guess.

What more, the raining season has started! Everything is only going to get worse.

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Posted by on 08/16/2014 in Berita, Lakaran, Lukisan

 

[NEWS] Anisocoria

Salam.

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While we were in our eye-speciality rotation, we were tasked to learn how to see into the eye. And this isn’t in metaphorical terms like ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’ or ‘the eye of the beholder’ or something like that but physically, literally, look into the eye. Because that’s what eye physicians do, amrite?

To make it easier, the eye has to be dilated. But the facilitator decided that it is best to dilate only one eye, otherwise we won’t be able to focus on near objects for the next few hours.

When you have only one eye dilated, you see the world like it has been blotched and smeared with water, because one eye sees clearly while the other is blurred and the brain combines both of these images together.

So there we were, looking into each others eyes with small bits of rays of light from the fundoscope being shone here and there in that small dark room while we exclaim how difficult it is to appreciate the fundus of the eye.

And because we are asians with dark irises, we can’t really tell which eye is dilated even in a well-lit room; more so in a dark room. But when we shine the light into each eye, we can immediately tell which eye is which because the dilated one looks like a cat’s eye in the dark.

It’s pretty cute.

I’ve read somewhere that sometime in the past, young ladies would purposely dilate their eyes because the large pupils makes them look prettier. But there would be no difference in Asian eyes because our irises are almost the same colour as the pupil.

Does that mean Asian eyes are cuter?

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Posted by on 06/14/2014 in Berita, Lakaran, Lukisan

 

[ART] Quickie before class starts

Salam.
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Well to be honest, I actually started drawing last night until midnight.

New posting, new resolve, etc etc. Right now, we’re dealing with something non-organic; something blood tests can’t pick up.

Yes, we are dealing with disorders of the human mind.

Apparently, there’s a difference between hallucinations, illusions and delusions, between hearing a third person voice, a second person voice and pseudo-hallucination, between hypochondriasis, nihilistic and malingering, between a coma and a stupor, between brief psychotic disorder, schizophrenia and schizophreniform and the list continues.

And apparently, you need to know the difference for each and every one.

I was sitting in class with just… like.. huehuehue.

Well, that’s it though. Nothing else which was interesting happened.

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Posted by on 05/05/2014 in Berita, Lakaran, Lukisan

 

[NEWS] How do you ask someone to get lost

Salam.

I’ve always thought that being friends is a give and take relationship; of shared benefit and cooperation. I’ve taken a somewhat twisted understanding of friendship and has likened to such a relationship of me using someone and that person using me back. As harsh as the word ‘use’ sounds in the previous sentence, it’s something that we all do to our friends. But we, or our friends, don’t mind because we’re friends. You can substitute the word ‘use’ with ‘help’ if you disagree but it basically boils down to the same thing.

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But apparently, there are other types of thinking of the definition of ‘friends’ among my fellow colleagues. One which has been bugging me, is the one-way friendship: I can use you but you can’t use me back. Why can’t I use you back? Due to a lot of reasons. First off, because I don’t have anything to contribute. Second, because I don’t feel like contributing and third, why should I contribute?

Cuz like, we’re friends right? And like, you’re supposed to help me get on my feet, wake me up in the morning to tell me I have to go to class, wait for me when I’m 30 minutes late, drive me to class, back me up every time I get into trouble, answer all the questions the lecturer asks to me, study for me, take exams for me, fill in my log book for me, remind me to study, drive me to the nearest restaurant for me to have my lunch and dinner and tuck me up in bed every night.

I don’t mind doing this if you did the same thing to me, though tucking me in bed every night seems a bit overdoing it but still.

And when I, or any of your friends, don’t do any of the above, you start blaming us.

Oh, I’m really sorry I didn’t study for you and have to be your personal tutor. I’ve been very busy lately with, oh, I don’t know, studying for myself.

I thought contributing back to someone who helped you is common sense. Let me give you a very good example: I’ve driven you to eat out and took you to class for the past few days, wouldn’t it be sensible for you to offer yourself to drive next time? I would totally understand if you yourself have no mode of transport (like your car was busted or someone else in the family has to use it) and absolutely must car pool with us, you’re more than welcome. But you take me for a blind person, like, I don’t know or won’t be able to see that you have a perfectly usable car in which you almost never offer to drive us anywhere for what ever bullcrap reasons you’re trying to make up.

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What? You think my car runs on dreams and the power of friendship? Or my anger?

The issue of car pooling is a very serious and sensitive right now.

Ironically, you’re actually someone who continues on and on about how friends should help each other out. I call bullcrap. You’re being a massive parasite to other people. Not just me, but to everyone around you. I would go so far as to say that you may be having some sort of personality/psychiatric disorder if you can’t even figure something like this. As well as the fact that you don’t realize or just purposely disregarding the fact that everyone does not like you anymore. And I’m not even exaggerating.

I actually sympathize with you, you know. I know how it feels to have people talking behind your back and generally being avoided. But that was because I was the new kid, and all sorts of rumors got the better of everyone as they thought I was someone who shot the living daylights out of random passers-by as a hobby. But you’re the person who doesn’t want to change. I don’t know how many million times, or how many people have actually confronted you about this. And how may times you’ve cried because someone pointed out your attitude of being a total jerk. But I can’t take it anymore.

One more thing.

You lied to me didn’t you. Not once, not twice.

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Trust. Relationship. Bonds. Friendship. Down the toilet. You naughty child.

Now it comes down to the main topic. How do I tell that person to get lost and never talk to me anymore.

This is a delicate situation. Now, some of you might be thinking I’m such a bad person for ‘memutuskan silaturrahim‘ and such and make it sound like that person is not salvageable. Great. Then you be can friends with that person and go through the hell that I just did so that I don’t have to. Case solved. But it’s actually not the same, truth be told. Being friends with someone like this and not actually having to live with them and work together with them is different.

Back on topic. When we were kids, you can just simply say ‘aku tanak kawan ngan kau‘ and things will be done. But now that were adults (so-called adults) running my mouth like that might actually have a recoil effect on me. And also, it’s not like if I tell that person to ‘get lost’, he or she will get lost entirely. I still have to see that person everyday and it’s going to be awkward with avoiding eye contact and sudden changes in attitude in the other person’s presence. Should I like, sit down and slow talk with that person and dissect each and every fact as to why s/he’s a jerk and you don’t deserve friends? I bet you’ll cry and start making all sorts of promises to improve yourself so that we can still be friends. Like you always do but never fulfill any of those empty promises. In fact, crying doesn’t mean anything to you does it? And you make the word sorry sound meaningless.

Should I just get this over with and just tell the person that ‘I hate you. Get lost.’

Imagine if someone came up to me and said ‘I hate you, get lost’.

Huh.

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Posted by on 03/02/2014 in Berita, Lakaran, Lukisan

 

[NEWS] SAI brushes

Salam.

http://ptsbrushes.tumblr.com/

Your one stop website for SAI brushes of all different shape, sizes and texture.

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I don’t feel any improvement after using any of them though ;_; But I guess the textures does give a nice effect.

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Posted by on 02/09/2014 in Berita, Lakaran, Lukisan

 

[KDP] Misidentification

Salam.

Pada suatu hari, saya menerima berita yang seorang kenalan saya dimasukkan ke hospital. Setelah selesai kelas, saya angkut beg galas dan bergegas ke hospital tersebut secepat mungkin sebelum jalan raya mulai sesak.

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Sesampai sahaja di hospital, saya terus berjalan laju ke lobi untuk menaiki lif. Pada masa yang sama, saya sedang menulis mesej menanyakan kenalan saya wad mana dia dimasukkan. Walaupun hampir tiap -tiap hari masuk hospital, saya tidak pernah tahu waktu melawat bila. Lagipun hospital ini saya pernah sekali sahaja datang untuk melawat kakak ipar saya, itupun pada waktu maghrib, bukan tengahari. Apa -apa pun, di hospital tersebut, saya nampak makcik guard tengah menghalang jalan nak ke lif dengan pagar. Saya pun berjalan ke makcik tersebut untuk tanya bilakah waktu melawat.vienna 22

Belum sempat pun saya buka mulut, tiba-tiba makcik guard bagi laluan ke lif. Sangkaanku, sekarang sedang waktu melawatlah kalau dia bagi laluan.

Naik-naik wad, saya mencari katil kenalan saya dan akhirnya jumpa. Setelah memberi salam dan menanyakan khabar, dia pun mulakan bicara.

“Macam mana kamu boleh masuk?”

“Hah? Sekarang bukan waktu melawat ke?”

“Waktu melawat lagi setengah jam.”

Saya tak pakai kot makmal pun kalau ada yang nak kata saya menyamar jadi pelajar perubatan. Lagipun, specialist mana pakai lab coat and selalu berjalan laju laju sambil texting. Saya rasa besar kemungkinan sebab saya tak cabut kad matrikulasi lagi, jadi dia salah sangka.

Hohoho~

Also, moral of the story: do not assume. Kalau tersilap bagi pencuri bayi masuk ward sakit puan macam mana?

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Anyway, happy belated birthday. Hopefully, you’ll stay happy as always. Sorry for the late wish, I have to (and still am) writing a report and haven’t been able to finish it yet (both report and drawing). Just showing it to you so that you’ll know I didn’t forget.

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[NEWS] Middle Child Syndrome

Salam.

New Canvas

Reference : here. Lukisan tidak berkaitan.

Pagi ini, ketika kami sekeluarga sedang bersarapan, ibuku membuka cerita tentang keluarga kawan-kawannya yang saya langsung tidak kenal. Bagaimana entah, tercerita tentang sebuah keluarga dimana pasangan suami isterinya mempunyai anak yang ramai.

Lagi ramai dari kami adik beradiklah.

Apa yang berlaku ialah salah seorang anaknya yang ditengah (kiranya, bukan anak sulung atau anak bongsu) merasakan yang dirinya terabai dan bahawasanya ibubapanya langsung tidak mempedulikan hal ehwal dirinya. Ketika umurnya memcecah dua belas tiga belas tahun begitu, dia mula menyuarakan pemikirannya dan dengan lantangnya mengatakan yang dia tidak disayangi atau dihiraukan sepanjang panjang dia dibesarkan.

Ibuku sendiri mengakui yang perkara sebegini sering berlaku. Anak sulung sudah tentunya mendapat perhatian kerana dialah anak pertama yang perlu menempuh hidup. Anak pertama yang mula pandai bercakap, anak pertama masuk tadika, anak pertama ambil SPM, anak pertama belajar bawa kereta, anak pertama masuk universiti, anak pertama kahwin dan sebagainya. Anak bongsu pula, perlu mendapat perhatian lebih kerana dia masih kecil. Seringkali anak bongsu akan dimanjakan lebih kerana dia masih belum matang dan merupakan anak terakhir yang meninggalkan rumah. Apa-apa yang diminta, diberi; apa-apa kesalahan yang dilakukan, dimaafi.

Bagaimana pula dengan anak tengah? Barang-barang permainannya kemungkinan besar bukan baru dan bukan hak miliknya sendiri; mungkin barang yang diturunkan dari anak sulung. Apa – apa pencapaiannya akan dibandingkan dengan Si anak sulung. Tanggungjawab dan apa-apa keistimewaan juga diberikan kepada anak sulung. Kalau anak bongsu buat hal dengan si anak tengah, yang disalahkan ialah anak tengah kerana si abang/kakak mestilah mengalah. Namun apabila berbalah dengan anak sulung pula, kena mengalah juga kerana si anak sulung lebih tua dan matang.

Tapi ini tidak semestinya berlaku dalam keluarga yang anaknya ramai. Ibuku mencerita lagi, adik-beradik tiga beranak pun boleh berlaku sebegini. Ketika melahirkan anak pertama, si ibu masih lagi belum pandai dalam bab membesarkan anak, maka dia menumpukan sepenuh perhatian dalam membesarkan si cahaya mata sulungnya. Apabila mendapat anak kedua, si ibu sedang menyambung pelajaran dan terpaksa menghantar anak-anaknya ke kampung untuk dipelihara oleh tuk nenek mereka supaya dia dapat menumpukan perhatian. Apabila mendapat anak ketiga, si ibu telah pun melulusi pembelajarannya dan dapat menjaga si anak bongsunya sepenuh masa. Si anak tengah yang sedang membesar itu memerhati dan menyedari hakikat ini dan apabila meningkat dewasa, mula mencabar ibunya tentang hal ini. Sehinggakan apabila ibunya cuba memenangi hati anaknya  sewaktu hari lahirnya dengan memberikan hadiah, anaknya membuang pemberian tersebut seraya mengutuk ibunya di depan matanya sendiri.

Ada yang kata bahawa anak-anak tersebut masih dalam fasa memberontak ketika sedang membesar, jadi perkara sebegini kadang – kadang berlaku. Tapi saya tidak bersetuju. Apa maksud terabai sebenarnya? Terabai yang sebenar-benar terabai bagi saya ialah anak-anak yang tiada bumbung atas kepala mereka apabila mereka tidur, tiada baju bersih untuk pakai, tiada duit belanja untuk ke sekolah, kebersihan diri yang sangat teruk (berdaki, berkutu, dsb) tapi perkara ini tidak berlaku bagi anak-anak lain. Ibarat dianak tirikan lah. Anak yang terabai sudah lama akan dibuang kerana tidak diingini. Tapi sebab saya sendiri tidak pernah merasakan seperti terabai (walaupun saya anak tengah), saya cuma boleh cakap sahaja. Bagi mereka yang mengatakan yang mereka terabai padahal mendapat duit belanja yang lebih dari budak budak lain, menjamu makanan yang menyelerakan setiap hari dan tidur lena setiap malam tanpa perlu bekerja untuk mencari wang tetapi masih lagi boleh melawan ibu bapa mereka sehingga sedemikian, saya hanya boleh merasakan yang mereka ini sudah sampai tahap kurang ajar.

Like, seriously.

Tidak semestinya middle child syndrome ini memberi kesan teruk. Urban dictionary sendiri kata yang anak tengah ini lebih independent dan kreatif (haha).

Bergantung pada budak itulah. Kalau dilihat dari perspektif lain, dia sebenarnya mendapat kebebasan lebih berbanding dengan si sulung dan si bongsu.

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Salah satu anak tengah yang saya ceritakan di atas sudah pun bekeluarga dan dikurniakan seorang anak.

Tengoklah bila anaknya sudah besar dan mula melawan ibunya pula, baru si ibu tahu perasaan hancur luluh hati ibunya apabila dia berkata-kata kesat kepadanya.

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Sejak akhir-akhir ini saya sedar yang saya makin kurang menulis; lebih kerap sekadar menampal gambar dan berfikir yang lukisan tersebut memadai sebagai satu kemaskini blog. Saya rasa sebab saya risau-  risau dan takut- sekiranya pendapat saya dihentam.

Tapi bila difikir semula, saya rasa ramai sahaja yang tidak kenal saya siapa pun.

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Posted by on 10/19/2013 in Berita, Lakaran

 

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[KDP]

Salam.

toybox3The legs look so small.

There was one time; in class, my lecturer was asking for someone to volunteer to draw on the white board (nothing too serious, though). Everyone was reluctant because we’re all really bad at art.

Then he said, “In every batch, there has to be at least one person who can draw”

Then he looked at me.

JENG.

 

 

…H-how did you know?

 
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[ART] Black Eye

Salam.

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Initially thought of drawing a female due to the lack of female characters in my portfolio but then I didn’t want people thinking I’m a fan of domestic violence.

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Posted by on 09/16/2013 in Lakaran, Lukisan, Siap