From my Instagram feed.

There are hundreds of excuses that I could come out with. Excuses that can, and will, make the audience nod their heads as a way of saying that I am making sense of the situation; as a token of appreciation for letting it out – untangling the mysterious nature of making such a reckless yet immature decision. I’m sure some of them have a sense of skepticism in their heart, but it seems inappropriate to even bring it up. Who cares. It’s my show. I’m leading the plot of the story.

But excuses are for the weak. I can be proud for the ability to amuse the audience without any hesitation; freestyle at its best, but who am I kidding? Lying to them is one thing, but lying to myself is a bigger deal. Such a fool, I think of myself.

Time machine is scientifically vague. But if such device ever exist, I’ll probably be the first in line to use it. Going back in time to fix something I broke seems very appealing at the moment. Of all the things I’ve done, I couldn’t think of any other time frame that I would leap to, except that one. That particular time when I was overly possessed by my huge ego. Destroying every good things that could have happen.

What’s stopping me to fix it now? U tell me.

1) Early breakfast at LOKL cafe. 2) Sunset view from office rooftop. 3) Awesome post-hardcore concert featuring Pierce the Veil and Sleeping with Sirens. 4) Chilled camping trip with high-school friends.

You spent a pretty long time waiting and anticipating a certain thing. Then, it struck you that there was actually a pretty good chance it is going to happen. Your confidence went high. You thought all the waiting is finally going the worth the effort. But in the end, you fucked it up. Or you played it too safe. You acted all stupid although you knew it was not a good idea. Such a waste. Then, you tell yourself, “Hey, this is life. Maybe there’s a reason why it doesn’t work out”.

Twice.

From my Instagram feed

The heat from the morning sun on the rooftop deck started to make me sweat. My second bowl of cereal doesn’t taste as good as the first one. Too dry. But it doesn’t matter. I wasn’t really hungry anyway. The weak ventilation system in the hostel room forced me to get up early and leave the room. I always have this issue with air-conditioned rooms. I don’t really like them. But that’s cool. I love the rooftop. I love the strangers there.

There’s a new found joy in me during the short trip. Drawing buildings and surroundings seems to be very relaxing and satisfying. The top view of Arab Street from the 5th floor of a backpacker place, the old shophouses across the Lebanese pizza place we had dinner at, another old buildings across a small cafe where we had our morning coffee, and the big airport building from our departure hall. I captured them all in my little sketchbook that I carried around.

Having the chance to open myself up to this kind of new experience is something I’m grateful for. I was never good at giving myself a break. Keeping myself busy is always the priority, but I guess I’ve decided to keep it slow this year. I want to see what’s out there, and experience them before it is too late.

I want to do more of this. I NEED to do more of this.

1) Skateboarding on the rooftop of office building. 2) Leaves of a tree at my house in Kelantan. 3) My new doodling book. 4) Photo of me doing a flip, taken by Wawanz

This is my first attempt at doing some chalk art thing. It is not easy. I have a huge admiration towards chalk artist. Crazy talented.

Part of the backdrop design for SAYS Booth at Urbanscapes 2012. I spent one whole weekend on this, 2 weeks before the event. Took 2 photos from the printed version here and here.

The 2nd issue of curaqion is out. I redesigned the site earlier last month and started working on the responsive view few weeks ago. I actually had fun working on this. Go check it out.