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Tuesday 29 December 2009
My Dream Today
It started off with me at some university with Hussin, Farshad and some of the sporty/athletic guys from edinburgh. I had just left my room to go to the mall where my 'dream' version of lazy oaf store was. I bought many knitted cardigans and brightly coloured socks. Then my eyes caught glimpse of the most epic looking skate shoes, the most fantastic pair ever conceived. I snatched them up too.
As i was walking down the corridor back to my room, Richard (gym going dude from edinburgh. Not black) asked if I was free for a wee kickaround with the guys. I wanted to but I just got back from shopping and really wanted to try some outfits. Richard read my thoughts and said they'll be out as long as they have to.
I gleefully ran to my room wondering what to wear to football. Clearly it was going to be something I had just bought, maybe that knitted jumper with coloured bands themed from the infamous burger hat, a pair of superbright yellow skinny jeans, a random pair of new socks (to make things exciting) and, of course, my delicious new kicks.
After changing, I walked out the room but noticed something wrong. As i closed the door behind me, something whirred and cracked. I looked upon the floor to see my lock had broken, and by broken I mean the front panel was open and bits spewed out. The locks here are solid metal boxes just outside your door and apparently its innards consisted of lego.
I began to panic when suddenly my cleaner (the exact same cleaner from edinburgh) appeared wielding a hoover. Ignoring me she fired up the beast up and roamed around me and to the corners. I plucked up the courage to squeak a quiet 'help' drowned out by the incessant roar of the machine. Yet, she turned to me and inquired what my problem was. I gave a quick glance at the mess at my feet and she said no one could help except the warden.
Very unfortunately, he was out. Then it struck me, if it's made from lego,i just might be able to fit it myself! I sat down in my half-crossed-leg position and commenced work. Luckily the two main moving parts were intact so i just had to create something that connected them again. (clearly it was more elaborate in my dream but lego building is so hard to capture via words).
I snapped in the last piece, twisted a knob and it worked! I jumped for joy but then remembered about the footy. I looked at my watch and it read 23:02. I ran outsearching the local parks but then realised that they must be hanging out in the multistorey carpark. (coincedently its the same carpark in all my dreams that require a carpark) I began to jog with sighs of depression. I was upset with myself. how could i do that to my friends?
I climbed up a few floors of the car park and saw the people i knew. (look at me not using the word 'friends' for added effect lol. also i think this blog about my dream is turning more and more into an elaborate written story). Sitting in armchairs around a barrel fire with sombre expressions. I hesitantly made for them with an arm awkwardly scratching the back of my head then repeatedly rubbing my face. I began to explain my excuses for not turning up but soon decided to just apologise. It was still quiet. I slowly sat down on the arm of a chair. I looked over to Hussin and Farshad and noticed they were wearing the same top as me...
"Hey, were'd you get those jumpers from?"
"Lazy oaf sale."
And then we all lol'd.
THE END
As i was walking down the corridor back to my room, Richard (gym going dude from edinburgh. Not black) asked if I was free for a wee kickaround with the guys. I wanted to but I just got back from shopping and really wanted to try some outfits. Richard read my thoughts and said they'll be out as long as they have to.
I gleefully ran to my room wondering what to wear to football. Clearly it was going to be something I had just bought, maybe that knitted jumper with coloured bands themed from the infamous burger hat, a pair of superbright yellow skinny jeans, a random pair of new socks (to make things exciting) and, of course, my delicious new kicks.
After changing, I walked out the room but noticed something wrong. As i closed the door behind me, something whirred and cracked. I looked upon the floor to see my lock had broken, and by broken I mean the front panel was open and bits spewed out. The locks here are solid metal boxes just outside your door and apparently its innards consisted of lego.
I began to panic when suddenly my cleaner (the exact same cleaner from edinburgh) appeared wielding a hoover. Ignoring me she fired up the beast up and roamed around me and to the corners. I plucked up the courage to squeak a quiet 'help' drowned out by the incessant roar of the machine. Yet, she turned to me and inquired what my problem was. I gave a quick glance at the mess at my feet and she said no one could help except the warden.
Very unfortunately, he was out. Then it struck me, if it's made from lego,i just might be able to fit it myself! I sat down in my half-crossed-leg position and commenced work. Luckily the two main moving parts were intact so i just had to create something that connected them again. (clearly it was more elaborate in my dream but lego building is so hard to capture via words).
I snapped in the last piece, twisted a knob and it worked! I jumped for joy but then remembered about the footy. I looked at my watch and it read 23:02. I ran outsearching the local parks but then realised that they must be hanging out in the multistorey carpark. (coincedently its the same carpark in all my dreams that require a carpark) I began to jog with sighs of depression. I was upset with myself. how could i do that to my friends?
I climbed up a few floors of the car park and saw the people i knew. (look at me not using the word 'friends' for added effect lol. also i think this blog about my dream is turning more and more into an elaborate written story). Sitting in armchairs around a barrel fire with sombre expressions. I hesitantly made for them with an arm awkwardly scratching the back of my head then repeatedly rubbing my face. I began to explain my excuses for not turning up but soon decided to just apologise. It was still quiet. I slowly sat down on the arm of a chair. I looked over to Hussin and Farshad and noticed they were wearing the same top as me...
"Hey, were'd you get those jumpers from?"
"Lazy oaf sale."
And then we all lol'd.
THE END
Thursday 3 December 2009
Robert the Cat
so one day, aka today, i got super bored and instead of sitting around wasting time checking my daily links to see if anything new had been updated (which it did not) i decided to do something creative rather than to revise (ugh). i decided that doodling would be the best thing to do and i instinctively drew a poorly drawn cartoon cat with a wonderful head full of hair. for added cuteness i also decided that a yarn ball should be sitting playfully next to the cat.
without thinking about it i uploaded this to deviantart but then came the horrific time of naming the drawing. at first i was just gonna call it Doodle 1 - cat (or something mundane as such) as i was thinking i would do a series of random doodles. so i closed the browser and started working on my next doodle of a dog. i drew its snout pretty darn good but couldnt get the body right so i gave up.
bad times. (although actually, i did put the snout in good use in episode 4 as the basis for Walter)
i looked back upon my cat for inspiration and suddenly thought, "WAIT! i shall name this cat! i shall name him ROBERT!" and so edited the title to be Robert the Cat. i then thought "lol this would be a great title for something like a childrens' book...OH WAIT! IT IS!" (duh). then i got to thinking how innocent and lulsworthy childrens' books actually are and tried to write in that style. i think i got it right because it made me giggle and blush in cutefulness of the two sentences written in a child's font.
AND SO ROBERT THE CAT WAS BORN UPON THE WORLD (for 4 more episodes) :D!
awww isnt he just the most diddums. I LOVE YOU ROBERT!!
without thinking about it i uploaded this to deviantart but then came the horrific time of naming the drawing. at first i was just gonna call it Doodle 1 - cat (or something mundane as such) as i was thinking i would do a series of random doodles. so i closed the browser and started working on my next doodle of a dog. i drew its snout pretty darn good but couldnt get the body right so i gave up.
bad times. (although actually, i did put the snout in good use in episode 4 as the basis for Walter)
i looked back upon my cat for inspiration and suddenly thought, "WAIT! i shall name this cat! i shall name him ROBERT!" and so edited the title to be Robert the Cat. i then thought "lol this would be a great title for something like a childrens' book...OH WAIT! IT IS!" (duh). then i got to thinking how innocent and lulsworthy childrens' books actually are and tried to write in that style. i think i got it right because it made me giggle and blush in cutefulness of the two sentences written in a child's font.
AND SO ROBERT THE CAT WAS BORN UPON THE WORLD (for 4 more episodes) :D!
awww isnt he just the most diddums. I LOVE YOU ROBERT!!
Sunday 30 August 2009
Drawings
sat down today and did some doodles/sketches most of them were pretty bad but had a few decent ones.
damn sideways trees always getting on my nerves
yay im a cute! lol
this one reminds me of a scene looking up to edinburgh castle. obviously its not realistic in anyway. inspired to do some urban landscape sketches from the top of the edinburgh castle or something
damn sideways trees always getting on my nerves
yay im a cute! lol
this one reminds me of a scene looking up to edinburgh castle. obviously its not realistic in anyway. inspired to do some urban landscape sketches from the top of the edinburgh castle or something
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Macro Lens
built myself a macro lens with the old pentax lens and some toilet roll. C:
i just put it "on" my normal 18mm-55mm lens, set it around 45mm and shoot.
works out pretty chill, check it here.
down side is that it only really works 0mm-around 30mm(3cm) away from the object so you need a lot of lighting, aka lamp right next to the object
might try and build a lens attachment on to the end so i dont have to keep it steady using just my hands
:D!
i just put it "on" my normal 18mm-55mm lens, set it around 45mm and shoot.
works out pretty chill, check it here.
down side is that it only really works 0mm-around 30mm(3cm) away from the object so you need a lot of lighting, aka lamp right next to the object
might try and build a lens attachment on to the end so i dont have to keep it steady using just my hands
:D!
Tuesday 14 July 2009
inspired
over the past couple of months, doubts have been cast over my decision to do maths at uni. I kept imagining it would be a whole pile of boring numbers that i would have to reorgansie to prove some equation that really didnt mean much to me. I distanced myself from maths to try and enjoy my time before i sold my life for 4 years of relentless studying. Although, sitting at home all day everyday day is not as exciting.
i decided today was the day i might as well buy a math book. So i popped down to waterstones and got myself Letters to a Young Mathmetician. Its not a math book in the literal sense, it is one of those story based mathmetical books where it isnt just random numbers and unconceivable formulae, instead it takes you on a philisophical journey through a young mathematians mind as they wish to study maths at university. It is intended not just for a budding mathematician but for their parents, friends or anyone else who expresses some interest.
i have only read the first couple of chapters, BUT it has reminded me why i chose maths at university. it reminded me that maths isnt all just about the numbers, its the ideas they embody. it reminded me just how undervalued maths is in the world today. it reminded me that the reason i chose maths in the first place was to better understand the world around us and just for the fun of it all.
and it reminded me that i love maths.
i decided today was the day i might as well buy a math book. So i popped down to waterstones and got myself Letters to a Young Mathmetician. Its not a math book in the literal sense, it is one of those story based mathmetical books where it isnt just random numbers and unconceivable formulae, instead it takes you on a philisophical journey through a young mathematians mind as they wish to study maths at university. It is intended not just for a budding mathematician but for their parents, friends or anyone else who expresses some interest.
i have only read the first couple of chapters, BUT it has reminded me why i chose maths at university. it reminded me that maths isnt all just about the numbers, its the ideas they embody. it reminded me just how undervalued maths is in the world today. it reminded me that the reason i chose maths in the first place was to better understand the world around us and just for the fun of it all.
and it reminded me that i love maths.
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