m o n o h u e s t u d i o

Mask Sketch For Alice

2012-01-19T21:58:00.000-08:00

I don't do sketch in most cases, but when I do, they look roughly like this;

Hope you like them Alice :)

Sneak Peak II

2011-12-20T05:23:00.000-08:00

Some of masks produced over the past few days;

Madame Meiko variation B

A commission;

Satinne

RM45

Shy Lavender

RM35

Seductress

RM45

Shy Black

RM35

Frost Ocean

RM30

Subtle

RM25

Nero

RM35

Magenta

RM30

Subtle 2

RM35

Oberon

RM30

*price quoted does not include postage/shipping

**each masks came together with protective box

It's a WRAP!

2011-12-18T16:22:00.000-08:00

CF was a wrap. What tiring long weekend(s). The preparation started weeks ago but got into full swing a week before. Magically managed to finish loads of merchandises within such short time, but this magic was cast by my sister and me. Day 1 was rather drab (in terms of crowd variation and sales lol), did not manage to even pass by the first projected mark but CF made an epic comeback on Day 2 and things pretty much got out of hand. The MCs was mad funny, the booth area was comfortable (though I kinda regretted that our row's in the middle of the entire doujin floor and the entry end is always clogged by con-goer charmed by the MCs) and finally the masks were selling. *sigh* I was wondering why our signature item barely made it there. It was rare. They almost always sold out at smaller con but at this CF...lol. Never mind, things has passed. At least we managed to break even and by that, we are good.

As always, the leftover items will go on sale here as soon as they go through photography session and are up for grab ^_^ so stay tuned and watch for it! <3

Thank you for those who supported us @ CFX. Hope to see you guys again next year and we promise to bring you better items and merchandises!

aDe

The Lady

2011-12-05T04:32:00.000-08:00

New mask commission. Oh how I love the laces *_* the theme was black/purple with touches of elegance. Been drop dead busy (for critique session AND submission) so had been thinking about possible arrangements over the weekend. And then my friend told me that such purple is very difficult to come by in Malaysia, adding salt to my sore brain. Luckily managed to come up with this simple beauty. I am beyond relieved! Thank you for the commission :)

Sneak Peak ;)

2011-12-01T05:56:00.000-08:00

Unisex mask, both available. These are for Comic Fiesta, along with a bunch of other masks ;) Drop by our booth and say hi! <3

Honour

Red

Madame Meiko and Lavender Syphite

2011-11-30T07:29:00.000-08:00

Masquerade masks again. Thank you Melissa and Nicola for the commission. It was a great experience! ;)

P/s: Sorry for the near-non-existing photography skills. I will invest in a light ring in the future @_@;

The Late One

2011-11-20T21:23:00.000-08:00

Finally this gorgeous hanbok arrived earlier after it went missing for a month. *sigh* thank god it is alright (aside some broken packaging T_T)

Finally the long, painful wait ended. I am relieved :)

Thank you Zarina for your patience. You are simply so sweet in facing such drama I can't thank you enough!

New Arrival!

2011-11-17T22:41:00.000-08:00

It's Friday again!

A new shipment came in earlier this morning and look at these gorgeous haul! <3 The hanbok was an order from Sharifah. It is HBK10, with NRG02 and SH01. Lovely aren't they? Thank you for the order! :D

The below are some norigae that arrived ages ago but only documented with the above hanbok. *sigh* They are for sale and will be up in a bit @ our FB page. Do drop by and take a look at what we have to offer, and if you happen to like them, like us! <3 thank you!

Till next time!

P/s: We will be @ComicFiesta next month! It is Malaysia's biggest Anime Manga Games event and you do want to experience it at least once in your life. Furthermore, this is CF's 10th anniversary so it'll be bigger and of course loaded with awesomeness so do come! Visit here for more info.

Michelle's Order

2011-10-26T05:43:00.000-07:00

These lovely norigaes, shoes and sock came in last Saturday (22nd October 2011) for Michelle. The colours of the norigaes are truly stunning too <3

Thank you Michelle for the order :D

Dream Gaze Mask

2011-10-23T19:19:00.000-07:00

Dear Annie, this is for you. It is still incomplete and missing the crystal and pearl dangle I mentioned and will only proceed with those once you approve of the design :)

Thank you!

Dream Gaze Mask

Unisex unit.

We will be at...

2011-10-11T16:40:00.000-07:00

Here!

So don't miss it! :-) We will also be offering wing's t-shirt for only RM10 per piece (only size M available however) and several other stock-clearances. Do come and visit us at Monohue/Rakuen booth <3

So see ya folks there <3

More masquerade masks!

2011-09-21T02:42:00.000-07:00

*warning! image heavy post!*

I will openly admit that this post came nearly a week after the previous post (when I said tomorrow -.-) there are major moving about over the past few days. Not really settled, but the biggest part has passed so here we go with the masks. As promised, they are for sale and each quoted prices are WITHOUT postage. Each masks came with a protective box too. If you are interested, do email us at monohuestudio@gmail.com

In the meantime, feast on folks!

Lady Avarice - sold

The Sprite

~~RM40.00~~ ---sold (RM5 discount for slight imperfection)

The King and Queen

Each RM50.00 but for the pair RM80.00

Syphide

RM35.00

Lavender Dream

RM35.00

Ice Queen. A reproduction

sold

Faraway

remodeled (no longer available)

Masquerade Masks!

2011-09-15T08:05:00.000-07:00

To more mask. One's sold and the Phoenix Gaze (the red one) is a personal collection of mine :) There will be more tomorrow, and they will be for sale.

Twilight Goddess

Pheonix Gaze

@ Animangaki!

2011-09-09T00:44:00.000-07:00

We will be at Animangaki this weekend for our ~~annual con-trolling~~ customary appearance (we make appearances once in a while whenever we can - time is against us T_T) and will have several of our crafts, custom made accessories, masks and others on sale. And best of all? We will be letting go various lots of jewelry-making supplies at crazy prices too! So if you have ever wondered where on earth to get some of the things used for jewelry-making, this is your chance, folk! Drop by our booth (called Monohue/Rakuen) and browse through, and we promise to blind your eyes with blinking things scattered across. :D Do come, and drop a hello, sign our guestbook and be a part of a growing community! <3

See ya there!

Love

aDe

more info visit here;

Animangaki Official ~~Nest~~ Home Page

Announcement

2011-08-26T02:27:00.000-07:00

yup. we will on break beginning 29th August 2011 till 02nd September 2011. No purchase/rental activities will happen around these dates, but inquiries and preorders will continue on normal basis. :) Last but not least, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin!

The Hanboks are here!

2011-08-09T04:06:00.001-07:00

Lookie. They are here~

*_*

First batch! Pretty, aye? :D given choice, I would have kept them all to myself! But these pretties belongs to lucky owners so they'll soon go to the princesses T_T. So for those who are unsure about placing orders with us, don't hesitate! ^_^

P/s: For international postage, don't fret, the sets aren't heavy so they won't cost you too much via shipping, even via EMS ^^ perhaps a maximum 35USD for a full hanbok set (hanbok, sokchima, camisole, socks, shoes) :) to US. (excluding any other metal hair ornament though)

More bookmarks

2011-08-07T22:19:00.000-07:00

More bookmarks :)

Back to making bookmarks.

2011-08-06T02:32:00.000-07:00

Can't stress enough how I really love making these bookmarks! ;3 here are some preview of the few of over 20 pcs I made earlier :)

So what do you think? We may have a specific listing for these later, but at the moment I doubt working with our current camera could do these bookmarks justice... *sigh* If there's anyone out there who's interested in these pretties, email us. We accept bulk orders as well :D

Yukata preorder; end of season sale!

2011-08-01T10:55:00.000-07:00

So...

yup! it's a yukata preorder as well! aside yukata we have accessories such as geta and all, so if you have anything you want, or just plain curious visit us on Facebook <3 Of course, our good-ole hanbok preorder is still running, so please check things out yourself because there's too many things to be described here! <3

and we have promotions too for yukata end of season sale! so what are you waiting for?? grab one now!!

Korean Hanbok, anyone?

2011-07-20T21:06:00.000-07:00

Hello!

Recently we received quite a number of inquiry if we have any hanbok for sale. At that time we don't. However we have decided to open a preorder for hanbok, so for those who are interested, this is your chance to get your own hanbok. Good thing is, the hanbok will be tailored according to your size! We have a complete range of hanbok related items including the dress, underwear, ornaments such as norigae, hair accessories; Binyeo, Cheopji and even the chignon wig! There's also children hanbok! Also if you don't find anything you like, we can help you look for them.

More good news? We ship worldwide! Yay~

Anyway, this is a preorder so for those who cannot wait I advise you not to join us :) It'll take roughly 3-4 weeks to complete each order so only those with utmost patience is encouraged to join :) Also, international customers will need a further 1 - 2 weeks for the items to arrive at your place depending on the shipping method you choose so please don't say I did not warn you <3

Sneakpeak photos are as below. For more info visit our Facebook! ;3

Thank you!

Accessories; Kanzashi & Men's Geta

2011-07-14T09:35:00.000-07:00

We have some pretty kanzashi (hair ornament) and a pair of men's geta for sale ^^. Here are some sneak peak! For more info please visit our facebook!

MKACC 01 - Men's geta

Size: M (fits between size 6 - 7.5 +/-)
White thong
Only one pair available!

Promotion price: RM35 (normal: RM40) excluding postage

Current status: Still available

Kanzashi for sale. There are only one each so get yours now! We are having a promotion in conjunction of Bon Odori, and customers who rented a yukata from us will get special price!

Clockwise from left;

KZH 06 - Gradient pink
KZH 07 - Peach Passion
KZH 08 - Daring pink
KZH 09 - Creamy Cream

Price (all without postage):

1 = RM15
2 = RM22

For customers who rented yukata:

1 = RM12
2 = RM118

From left;

KZH 01 - Gallant Grey
KZH 02 - Genteel Ginger
KZH 03 - Soft Sakura
KZH 04 - Hot Pink
KZH 05 - Kind Earth

Price (all without postage):

1 = RM12
2 = RM18

For customers who rented yukata:

1 = RM10
2 = RM15

Exclusive Monohue Yukata!

2011-07-10T19:13:00.000-07:00

MHYKT01 - Baby English

Available for rent, please visit our facebook!

MHYKT02 - Parisienne Pink

Available for rent, please visit our facebook!

Aha! Handmade yukata. Two (actually 3, no picture yet for the 3rd one) With furisode sleevess. What do you think? Currently working on 3 more. Wonder if I can complete them all within this week @_@;;;

Masquerade Mask; Blue Beauty

2011-07-10T06:59:00.001-07:00

I love the combination of blue and silver, especially this hue of blue. So sad to part with her, but she has to go since it was a commission. Glad you won the Most Beautiful Mask award dear Nadiah!

Going and going...and gone!

2011-07-03T19:51:00.001-07:00

Updates;

All of our female yukatas are rented out! I apologize to those who has been eying to rent one, but could not ^_^;

We do have one more man's yukata. Up for grab. Last one seriously as we won't be restocking any men's anyway, or at least, until next year ^.^;

Till next time!

By the way m o n o h u e's yukata aren't for rent just during Bon Odori! We are open throughout of the year for every other occasion you can think of as well ^_^. Cheers!

This was our post last 3rd July;

Our yukatas are being snapped up quite fast for Bon Odori. We only have;

THREE normal yukata
THREE Monohue Exclusive yukata
and TWO men's yukata left,

all up for grab/rent so for those who hasn't, but has been wanting to wear yukata to events, especially Bon Odori festivals, you should grab it NOW. If you have problems coming down to Shah Alam, we can even deliver the goods to you! Simple and convenience correct? :D So what are you waiting for? ^_^ lets all go to Bon Odori in yukata!

Ps: I'll be going as well, in a handmade yukata I have carefully planned (and matched!) the entire year. See if you can spot me there wearing a green yukata! <3

Love,
Ade

Event - Shah Alam Bon Odori 2011

2011-06-26T02:24:00.000-07:00

Yesss finally the time has come. Its summer and its nearing July and in Shah Alam it only means BON ODORI. Yesss finally that perfectly legal excuse to dress up in yukata and not feel out of place (for yous out there who think wearing a kimono is alien) It will be held again at the same place; Matsushita stadium. Details are as follow;

Bon Odori 2011

16th July 2011

5.00 p.m - 9.30 +/- p.m

Pusat Sukan Negara Stadium Matsushita, Seksyen 21, Shah Alam

More info go here!

There are several no's there so make sure you guys read them properly and try to abide by it, okay? :) I will be there as well! <3

READ 2011 and our name...

2011-05-25T17:20:00.000-07:00

Hello!

It has been very long since the last post. Although my semester has cleared up, there are other things I need to tackle asap and despite all that, still had the time to update this blog? LoL ok that aside, there are two matters.

For starters, you may have noticed that i've changed the name again. yes. again. but this is final. m o n o h u e will be this blog AND my private studio's official name. I won't bore you with the history of the name, so

And in conjunction of this redebut, we will also appear at READ Malaysia details below there will be some new merchandises put out, especially bookmarks and sketchbooks. m o n o h u e will be in collaboration with long time partner-in-crime Yukkuri and new-around-the-corner people of OhMyGifts so there will be TONNES of things on sale. We will have mugs as well non-woven recyclable bags for sale, and I promise you the price will be reasonable! Do come visit! If you do not have the intention to visit our booth(s) just go into the hall and you'll be greeted with MORE things so rest assured, you will not know boredom if you drop by ^^.

Putting that aside, some of you who is familiar enough with me/us may ask; what happened to RakueN? Well, RakueN is a group so this and that are two different matters. When I am out and about in solo mode, I am with m o n o h u e, and my stuff, even if released under RakueN's banner, will still be trademarked with by m o n o h u e. Thing is though, RakueN will only come to life once its artists comes and put things together. Unfortunately, as of late, we are as a group is on hiatus and I have no idea until when will this last. Till next time, enough of this mumble-bumble and I wish you a very happy weekend!

READ Malaysia 2011

Malaysia International Exhibition & Convention Center,

Mines Resort City

27th May - 5th June 2011

11.00 a.m. - 10 p.m.

more details here

P.s: I'm still contemplating here; do I bring my mannequin and put on a kimono/yukata on display? Hmm....tempting! Fufufu...leave a comment of what do you think about this! <3

Till next time~

aDe

Rental; Yukata Is Up!

2011-03-19T22:47:00.000-07:00

Yep. You see it right. It IS up! <3 so visit the rental page and browse through the pretties I have to offer <3

Though the below will take longer time to commence...

SO! Stay tuned!

Rental; Hanbok

2011-02-26T07:34:00.001-08:00

Hanbok for rent from Bethical Studio is finally up! Visit the Hanbok Rental Page.

I know owning one is very expensive. These hanboks are my personal, dearly beloved collection and I treasure it so, so much it is not possible to describe it with words, so I thought, instead of keeping them all to myself, I might as well offer them to you ladies out there. Wear this for weddings, photoshoot, stage performance, recital, dinner parties or to a simple outing and be the center of attention! I assure you, all of my collections are authentic and they are fully imported from Korea and I will make sure your experience with us a very memorable one.

its up its up its up its up!

take your time to view them all!

next up! yukata rental :3

3D Interior Rendering Work

2011-02-03T22:26:00.000-08:00

Here are some example of my 3d imaging done during my working days. I also provide architectural digital 3d imaging, modelling and rendering services for those interested at reasonable rate for business and private use. ;) Enjoy!

-aDe

3 Masquerade Masks

2011-01-25T22:21:00.000-08:00

Behold 3 masquerade masks up for grab. Since this is an introductory offer, I am offering this at rock bottom price!

Each at only RM35.00 excluding postage!

SOLD!
1 - Mademoiselle Elisabeth
Winter Witch L
RM35.00 excluding postage

SOLD!
2- Mademoiselle Elisabeth
Winter Witch R
RM35.00 excluding postage

3 - Mademoiselle Elisabeth
Lavender Lady
RM35.00 excluding postage

Each mask comes in clear box (pictured beneath each mask). Each is unique with no similar copies too since there are no blueprint for each mask ^^

I also accept custom made mask according to your taste too. Just email me @ LMManser@yahoo.co.uk for more details.

More mask coming soon <3 href="http://i160.photobucket.com/albums/t161/aDerein/P1050071.jpg">

Updates!

2010-12-18T06:38:00.002-08:00

Hello everyone!

I admit it's been a while since I've updated this blog/shop. I know you know the reason so I'm not gonna repeat that mundane reason again here. And so, straight to the point;

I am (at this moment) participating in CF's Artist Booth, selling an array of stuff ranging from bejeweled bookmarks to hairband and hairclips and others. The leftover stuff will be published here. I am currently eying Etsy, but I am not so sure if I could maintain yet again another account, so for the time being I shall stick to here and here alone. I do this more of for fun, not quite for the sake of profit so it is okay if my stuff do not sell as quick. There will be some masquerade mask soon too.

Also I am in the process of purchasing my first kimono/furisode and am planning to try my hands in making some kimono-related accessories. Can't wait to lay my hands on this piece of sweet indulgence! :x

So! Stay tuned! Thank you

Handmade Alternative Haneri!

2010-07-10T07:38:00.000-07:00

Hello people! Back with more! We have Handmade Alternative Haneri (decorative collar) in the house. I am not going to make these to be sold here as readystocks, or at least, not yet, given the list of thing I need to make for the upcoming Bon Odori (more haneri for myself and my sister, obi chain/decoration, hairclips and puchi hekos) but if anyone wants, I can make one for whoever needs it. Unfortunately, I can only offer white base with several coloured laces, most common, white with gold accents as I won't have anytime to go look for other fabrics, I am sorry. :C

The reason why I decided to make one is because haneri, sold anywhere, (readymade ones) are really expensive. Each retails for roughly MYR70 - MYR150++ (shipping included) and since I've busted my wallet getting 5 yukata sets from Gemini Shoppe I decided to try my hand on making my own haneri to complete the look. And whallah, it turned out great!

This one is made with patterned linen with composite white lace accented with gold threads. It measures roughly 120 centimeters, roughly 5 centimeters wide. This is personally mine, but a similar one will cost MYR35.00 excluding shipping.

Anyways, feast on. :) I hope you like what you see!

Regards,
aDe

Peonies Hair Clips Limited Edition

2010-07-09T06:19:00.000-07:00

We have some serious pretties here in house :D I found these flowers in Metrojaya and had the opportunity of turning them into hairclips, especially made for Bon Odori. I know peonies are spring flowers, but they are too pretty to ignore, not to mention they are in reds. Given the size and the colour you know you wont fine these so easily at the price i am offering! :)

Blood-Red Silk Peonies Hairpins
Availability - *all sold*
Size (circumference) : 10 cm +/- (big flower) 4cm +/- (bud)

Price: MYR20.00 per set (excluding shipping)

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We also have this lovely hairband for grab.
Made with silver plated iron base and Chinese Crystal Beads
Customizable to your own colour preference

Price: MYR15.00 (excluding postage)

That's all for now. I will be uploading more things for sale in a few days time so stay tuned :)

Regards, aDe

Bookmarks - Fanciful Natural

2010-06-27T06:43:00.001-07:00

Here are the second batch of bookmarks. These are different as compared to the Elegant Oriental, with fancier design and rather free-styled. Each one is unique, as I do not repeat design. However remakes are available based on request ;)

Bookmarks 7
Price: MYR10.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 8
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 9
Price: MYR10.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 10
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 11
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 12
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 13
Price: MYR22.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 14
Price: MYR20.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 15
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 16
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 17
Price: MYR10.00
Available - 1

Bookmarks 18
Price: MYR18.00
Available - 1

Thank you for looking :)

Bookmarks type 1 - Elegant Oriental

2010-06-27T06:05:00.000-07:00

I was late for a week, but here's the first batch of jeweled bookmarks that left after a day at MAGe Fest @ Nilai International College a.k.a Nilai University College. They are all up for grab :) so hurry up before they are snatched away again!

Bookmark 1
MYR15.00
Available - 1

Bookmark 2
MYR15.00
Available - 1

Bookmark 3
MYR15.00
Available - 1

Bookmark 4
MYR15.00
Available - 1

Bookmark 5
MYR15.00
Available - 1

Bookmark 6
MYR15.00
Available - 1

;) Each pieces are unique. Although a remake is available, it will still not be the same :)

Thank you for viewing. Please stay tuned for the coming of more bookmarks!

Premade Decorative Obi

2010-06-19T03:27:00.000-07:00

NEW!

In conjunction of the upcoming BonOdori 2010, I made some decorative obi (Puchi Heko Obi) and have some extra to offer here. Although these are made in Malaysia by yours truly, they have the same effect with the one sold in Japan, only cheaper and easier to wear. Trust me, I've a similar puchi heko obi in traditional form (the dauntingly long 4+ meters sort), it's a pain trying to put it on your own. And the effect weren't as spectacular as this one. Driven by the desire to wear additional fancy obi, I invented them and decided to make some extra ;)

It's easy to wear. If you know how to wear a tsukkuri obi (pretied yukata obi, the one with robe, you should find wearing this one a breeze :D )

P/S: Modeled by my sister. She's 10, and the obis are made to suit adults so it might look a little big on her.

No. 1 - Black/Red glittery butterfly fancy obi - pretie.

Material: Organza and ribbon tie.

Diameter: 40cm diameter (approx)

Price: MYR30.00 (excluding shipping)

available - 1

No. 2 - Pure White Peony fancy obi - pretie.

Material: Organza and ribbon tie.

Diameter: 30cm diameter (approx)

Price: MYR30.00 (excluding shipping)

available 2

No. 3 - Pure White Peony fancy obi - pretie.

Material: Organza and ribbon tie.

Diameter: 42cm diameter (approx)

Price: MYR30.00 (excluding shipping)

available - 1

No. 4 - Pure White Butterfly fancy obi - pretie (giant size)

Material: Organza and ribbon tie.

Diameter: 28cm diameter (approx)

Price: MYR30.00 (excluding shipping)

available - 1

No. 5 - Sweet Purple butterfly fancy obi - pretie.

Material: Soft tulle and ribbon tie.

Diameter: 35cm diameter (approx)

Price: MYR25.00 (excluding shipping)

available - 2

there are more coming, including obi-jime (obi ties) and also other obi decoration, hair decorations etc. Stay tuned yes?

love,

aDe

Illustration; Evilea

2010-06-13T04:38:00.000-07:00

Featuring, Evilea Jean Keller, a character from my oldest fanfiction, the 3iSU. This work is still just a WIP, and it will probably take a veeery long time to finish given my schedule, as well as my nearest aim - to produce as beadwork items as much as possible for sale. MAGe is coming this 26th, we'll be sharing a booth with Yukkuri. No printed work for this time around, but we have plenty of craft works to sell so make sure come by! We'll see you there!

Love,

aDe

Phone Charms!

2010-06-12T02:00:00.000-07:00

Beadwork phone charms.
I have 4 ready, and may post it here later. However here are some sneak peak for you to feast your eye upon :3
I accept custom made requests. Please email me for inquiries ;) Price starts from MYR5.00 depending on make and material.

mewmew phone charm in mist

Girls thing in cotton candy

Thank you for looking, visiting, reading :X

Beadwork Bookmarks

2010-06-10T19:28:00.001-07:00

My new love (also an addition to my multitude of fortes) is this; beadwork. And since i am very much into craft and handmade items, i am going to post my works here and thus change the overall layout of this blog into a studio, also, an art/craft blog, where you may purchase/order the craft works and maybe, several other things. it is time that i buckle up. writing, after all, had proved to be soothing for me :)

Here's some sneak peak of what's to come.

First off - bookmarks. made from Tibetan silvers with copper findings and glass beads. they will retail from MYR15.00 to MYR25.00 each depending on make and material.

these 3 were from the initial 70 pcs i made for my mom to be given away as doorgifts at her reunion very recently. Among the 70 none is the same. I also made her badges to accompany this bookmarks. I am seriously very nervous on how the receivers will react to my work. I hope they will like them and find it useful, and you as fellow viewers, I hope seeing this pleases you.

Typical tassel-design beadwork bookmark with charms, glass pearls, crystal beads copper findings in antique copper colour main body. While this is not as difficult, it is a little more time consuming compared to the tasseled version below. And I indeed will entertain to requests for remakes, although as a rule I do not produce similar designs in a single go so to preserve the exclusivity of each gem :]

Aren't that cone-shaped bead-caps pretty? This one will be among the cheapest (if i decided to sell them here). I love how the tassel looks in this piece of snapshot, also the vividness of the colour that came out. The tassels didn't look as pretty sitting alone in the display, and I had no idea why I bought them as well, but as it is said, inspiration is a fickle thing. You won't know where it might come from! :D

Random notes though; I ought to say, Nikon rox. The above pictures were taken using Nikon's DSLR D5000, with 35mm 1.8F lens on. no editing except for resizing and adding that black frames. :D Can't wait to get mine. But first and foremost, I'll need to rake enough sales so to support my next luxury toys :E

Till next time~
Love.
aDe

Illustration; Hail Emerald~

2010-04-27T02:01:00.000-07:00

New work

I love dusty emotional colours. when i was painting this i must've been thinking of vampires so very much, he ended up looking so pale like that. He's not that pale, in actual. or his character description was not that pale. I had him compiled not too long ago while writing a fiction for my friend, BaN. He is a human son who ended up as an elf's adopted son, ultimately becoming an heir for such vast fortune. truthfully speaking, i did not plan it to be that way. but yes. things just happen, ey. *shrug* He ended up as a king at the end of the story. lolz

In case you're interested to watch the process. here it is.

mucha grasias for looking

Hail Ecoline

2010-04-18T02:30:00.000-07:00

Not-so new artwork;

Yes people, i draw, like a religion it seems, only that i truly prefer the unfinished look, and you can say i kind of got tired of formal pictures...i just want something playful yet seriously full of emotion. take cue from Umina Chico's Honey and Clover. i am looking for that kind of free-flowing laidback-ness.

behold, Kaji. yes, people. i draw him like madness nowadays. i admit freely that i am infatuated (by his stories anyways). his other name, in case you wondered, is Kevin Larth. I write spin-offs stories every now and then.

I drew this, as a tracing from this picture.

It is painted by first drawing very rough pencil lines using 2B clutch pencil, followed by splashes of colour using Ecoline inks, and finally touchups using drawing pens (UniPin). I drew this sometime last year, had it pasted on my studio's softboard for the entire year and amazingly the colours had held through. Although bloody expensive, Ecolines are definitely worth buying, take it from me. Since discovering it, i used them like crazy, practically on everything especially my presentation drawings. It even showed well against those cheap butter papers we use, and proved to be superior by remaining wonderfully vivid up until today.

So peeps! go get them! if you are looking for a readily usable water-based inks, go get this one. handmade card makers especially will appreciate this most :), i am sure of this.

Currently in the middle of a dilemma. I discovered tones of new stuff; from making bejeweled safety-pin brooches, to colourful polymer clays that hardens in your average ovens, to making own glittery, fancy and pretty phone straps to ahem.

making jewelry. :)

life is fun. if i suddenly decided to get a job, chances are, i will be forced to let this hobbies go.

and anyways, just for some people's note, it's not that i could not score a job. i did not apply for any, thus the loooong vacation. i kindly inform you, dear certain someone, that i am not a worthless graduate with fanciful graduating CGPA, and portfolio. so please, do not look at me like i am some kind of failure.

life is flexible. if you graduated with architecture to your major, doesn't mean you should stick only to becoming an architect. so cheers. :)

When He Stares

2010-01-03T04:56:00.000-08:00

Kaji, his nickname, fire lizard. don't stare too hard tho, coz he has no boobs. and it's a he, really.

got really lazy when it comes to the flower, so i added a layer of screen. i wanted a rustic paper pattern/texture actually, but the net's been an ass lately so didn't get to open any resources web. so i settled down with a layer of screen/dots merged with gradients.

That's just about it.

Specs;

4+ hours

Adobe PS CS2

Wacom Graphire4

NO stealing plz. TQ

the Red Gauze

2009-06-30T10:00:00.000-07:00

Wrote this sometime back, was hoping to get some review, but barely reach that particular target. How sad. Here's the piece, for anyone interested to read it.

The procession shall began at seven, when the sun sits obediently at the horizon, as it burns, and it burns brilliantly and stubbornly, refusing to hand down the throne of the sky to its alternate. The stars had begun to shine brilliantly, as if teasing the leaving sun, whose light will no longer blunt their own precious lights. The line of mistresses and masters, all decked in meticulously put together ceremonial dresses, lined the path when the gong master swung their baton, and the caddies and slaves scurried, trying to hide themselves before they are seen. The once very noisy street immediately grew gravely silence, only the sound of the torches filling the air, empowering the stillness. None of the mistresses and masters dared raise their eyes, and when the sound of instruments began filling the air, replacing those of torches’ flickers, the master and mistresses quickly changed from living human, into still statues.

What an odd ceremony, thought a man, as he sat on the swaying willow tree’s branch, his back against the hundred-years-old trunk, his eyes closely fixed on the path lined by the masters and mistresses, at the starting point of the red-brick paved path. He did not see anything at the beginning, just hearing the arrival of something so revered, that was capable of turning living, breathing humans into still statues, but as the painful seconds ticked away, one by one, very slowly and very surely, a mass ensemble of humans bearing red lanterns emerged at the end of the red-brick paved path. There were musicians, dressed in absolute whites, four of them, heading the procession, followed by six lantern bearers, and next a group of uncountable number of what seemed like ladies dressed in, again, pure white robe, faces covered by red silk scarves. He recognized them as priestesses. The group of priestess procession passed the tree he was sitting in, until a pedestal held upon six carrying poles emerged out of nowhere at the end of the path. At the cue of the coming pedestal, he gathered his attention and prepared himself.

His prey, had finally appeared, he thought. A prey as assigned to him by his commanding guild…

The man, with flowing black hair tied at the back of his neck and eyes so cold and so sharp it’ll cut through one’s armor eyed closely the coming of his prey. There, that creature that was hidden by the mass layer of white silk…whose only silhouette was visible to him. His order was ‘exterminate the creature held on the pedestal’. It was a high-profile mission, entrusted only to those who held considerable amount of the guild’s confidence and of course, an officer who sat at a certain level within the guild’s hierarchy. To have him embark on solitude mission on a foreign land truly spoke of the importance of the mission. No men of the guild will travel alone in performing their duty. It was a policy, a legacy to ensure the outcome of each assignment, for the task bestowed upon them was never something to be taken care of lightly. For him, as someone who sat among the high councils of the guild, trust was not quite an issue…

To kill someone…

He bit on his lips. On the vessel he travelled on, he had studied the nature of this isle, the custom, the belief, the people, the ritual, so this mission he shall be embarking on will begin and end with very little disturbance. He had read how the people of this isle revere the incarnation of their God, embodied in chosen ones, from generation to generation. The chosen ones may be a man, but in majority they were women. He had read how this isle had remained almost detached from outside, how they shunned modernity, how they be about rejecting foreign ideals. He had imagined it all, but reality was odder. He was surprised by about everything he saw, he touched, he tasted. It was an amazing place, with citizen being closed, they avoided outsiders. They do business with them, and it stopped there. They sell, and they leave. He had found the truth about the state of the island’s inhibitors’ relation to the world outside to be bitter. Those who dared to disobey the unwritten culture rule will be punished, and there exist only two sort of punishment on this isle;

Imprisonment or death…

What rigid society, he thought, as he licked his lips. He tasted apple, and remembered the red jewel he ate while on his way to this place. It was delicious, far more delicious compared to any apple he had ever tasted. And he remembered the woman who gave him the apple. She wore a magnificent red and gold silk robe, on her shoulder, red cape made of red gauze embroidered with the image of a dragon. He did not see her face clearly, for it was dim and the light coming from the torch was unusually restless, the flame danced and twirled until it cast such uneven shadow upon her face. The chance encounter was brief. She found him lurking by the tree, a type that was similar to the cherry blossoms but instead, the flowers burned with the color of the fire. He was shocked, surprised, afraid of being discovered, but she reacted by offering him an apple. The woman disappeared behind the sea of the trees with blossoms the color of the flames, and he never saw her once, not even from the first moment he stationed himself on this tree. He didn’t realize it from the beginning, bit from since he had been looking, and his eyes had been scanning the picture before him for any sign of her. She couldn’t possibly be missed. Those robes were too unusually to be missed…

The man slapped his face, forcing himself to snap into attention. He grunted. He couldn’t believe he actually lost concentration over an apple. It was an unbecoming for someone of his standing and quietly he could feel a thin layer of blush creeping across his face. While he was busy trying to negate the amazingly overwhelming feeling brewing within him, his fingers managed to find its way to his lips. This action, without his realization remained for some time when the pedestal passed by the tree he was hiding in, and into another compound with ribbons and sacred ropes as the area’s fences. The bearer gently lowered the pedestal onto the ground under the most spectacular tree with the unusual flaming red blossoms. As when the pedestal touches the ground, the wind blew, and the blossoms trembled, those who failed to withstand the force clattered and shattered the petals off the branches, falling down, and scattering, turning the landscape orange and red. The wind blew with it the white veils covering the pedestal, and he saw, he finally saw a little more of the silhouette. One bedecked in white and red. He saw the sides of the silhouette, the face, only though. Small lips, firm nose. A woman, perhaps. Yes, a woman, most probably. A majority of the embodiment of god had been women.

His prey…

When the gong was beaten, his fingers were on the hilts of his daggers. It was his cue. The master and mistress with most intricate robe stepped forward and pulled the silk veils, revealing this particular living goddess. He confirmed the gender of this matter of reverence with a slip of fingers that caused the dagger to slip by his fingers. The dagger fell, and fell, and he, with all his agility tried to catch it before it land, before it gave clue to his position, only to have it slice through his fingers. The blood spilled, the cut was painful, but he couldn’t sell himself to his emotion. It was only by instinct that he twirled his fingers around into the fabric of the front of his shirt, his eyes quickly turning to look at the creature that surprised him. His eyes squinted, and his vision sharpened. When the creature stepped out of the mass of white veils, his surprise was confirmed.

The lady with red silk gauze…

And his jaw dropped, his eyes widened, and his fingers crept to his face. The air he smelled next was thick and odd, with the scent of something burning mixing with the faint smell of blossoms, sweet and coal-like, now invaded by the rustic scent of the blood oozing from his fingers. The blood, yet to stop, stained his face, running in thin lines on his face, on his lips, into his mouth, surprising his taste buds.

Blood.

Mixing with the awfully faint taste of the apple.

The lady…

The master and mistress who welcomed her lead her to another sitting place, something like a throne, only that it was a natural formation of rocks and roots and branches intertwining together, covered by remnants what was the fiery red blossoms. She sat there, very gracefully, and the retainers left her, and rejoined the lines they came from. In a single unison, every creature called men there bowed before her, and she, very slowly and very carefully removed her veil. He stared, and he stared without blinking his eyes, without realizing how he had returned his other dagger into its sheath.

The lady…

The man blinked twice, again, again and again, as he just sat there, staring at the lady sitting alone on the nature-made throne, as the master and mistress remained in their bowing posture for the longest, longest time…

The apple…

It was very late, when the masters and mistresses left. He remained there, on the tree, unable to move, unable to comprehend himself. The living goddess had retreated to a small hut just behind the massive tree, alone. The priestesses, the musician and the retainers had disappeared. The torches were dying, and the wind blowing, but with the dimming light from the flames, the fiery blossoms seemed to have glowed even more vividly. Shadows were claiming the place, and the red-brick-paved path was no longer so brilliantly red. For once, darkness triumphed against the light, and only with that he slowly climbed down and found himself standing in odd position. His eyes were set on the small hut, his fingers resting on the hilt of his daggers. His mind had regained control over his senses and the logic, and his determination and ego told him not to fail that one mission. This mission. To murder that goddess, and end the absurdity of this isle, their ambition…

With that one surety he paced toward the hut, his daggers unsheathed and pain in his fingers, his palm, his hand, completely ignored…

He will not fail.

He will not let his reputation be disgraced…

One step, two step, three and four, and the distance closed in, one feet, two and three, and as he stepped closer and closer he realized how his composure and his fingers trembled, his breath hurried, his attention and his eyes growing blurred, growing unfocused, hazy. One step, two step, and he was already right next to the northern walls of the hut. He sighed. His fingers grasped hard, tight, of the hilt of his dagger. It felt warm, not cold, like it used to be. Not firm, but slippery. His palm was sweating, sweating terribly. He gathered his strength, ready to break in, ready to sneak in, to claim the soul hidden within the partitions of the wall. He was going to…when…

A shadow. And a voice, “Please, Lord Azrael,” and he was forced to turn around in his defensive stance, to find himself looking at a woman…a very young woman barely in her adulthood, with long, long black hair trailing behind her, covering her ears, covering her cheek, covering her forehead, covering her shoulders. Her eyes, a pair of jewel with no sure color, glowed magnificently under the dying crimson light of the torches. She held out her hands, and very slowly, her silk-scarf covered fingers reached for his leather jacket, pulling him toward her, toward the entrance, and finally, into the hut. As if charmed, he followed her deeper into, and sat on the cushion served where she had signed for him to sit. His dagger found its ways on the stiff boarded floor. Very gently she placed a piece of white silk square and arranged three bowls next to the square’s side. With one very gentle move, she took his cut hand and placed his palm onto the silk square, and yet with that they barely touched. With a pair of what seemed like a short chopstick, she began cleaning the cut, cleaning the dried blood, cleaning the debris of the woods, cleaning the grime that he caught from the hilts of his daggers. It stung him, but he was too stunned to have acted the pain out.

“Lord Azrael,” she muttered, which again brought him into a state of attention. Azrael wasn’t his name, not his given, not his alias. Even for that, no one could’ve known. He came here under another alias, with another identity. His mission was to silently and briskly remove the seed of discord, a source of turbulence. And Azrael wasn’t any name either. It belongs to one who brings destruction, God’s verdict upon something, someone. Could it be that she had known of his intention from the beginning of their chanced meeting? “Lord Azrael,” she muttered again, to which her words were followed by an action that shocked and surprised him endlessly, greatly. With one very smooth movement, she unsheathed a wood-hilted dagger that he had previously failed to notice, inverted the blade and had the holder face him. His fingers trembled and his eyes widened, and in that very stand they remained still and quiet for moments, until when she broke the silence with another small gesture that put a red silk gauze on his knuckles, before gently pulling his fingers and palm toward her, onto the hilt of the dagger that she held by the blade, with her right hand. When she was certain he was grasping the hilt well enough to have held it within his own hand, she tied her long flowing hair with a piece of black gauze and gently bowed before him, letting him see her long, slender white neck, as if surrendering her life to him even without him asking of it. He trembled at her display of invitation, his lips tightly closed, his brows in an awful knit and his eyes wildly searching for clues; any clues that could tell and explain to him the reason for all this behavior.

“Lord Azrael,” she muttered again, barely audible, under her breath, her face still on the floor, “I have seen you in my seeing dreams, and I have read you from the wind and the fire’s tales, one that foretells me the final demise of the Oracle of Fires, one that will claim us into oblivion and stop this absurdity, the ambition of fire.”

A pause.

“We had known of your coming a thousand years ago, Lord Azrael. Yet we the Oracle of Fires, and I, the embodiment of this bloodline for this generation had kept your news at bay and away from our people. For long we had known how they mistreated our premonitions, us, our ability, yet with this we own so little power to not be a part of this evil,”

Another pause.

“We, God’s creature blessed with abilities, had earned the God’s wrath, and that wrath, as foretold and said in the dreams of the Oracles, will come to destroy us, and my defiant people, in the form of a man said to bore eyes of sword, hair of midnight.”

Yet again, another pause.

“That man, an angel of destruction, a claimer of soul, a ripper…Lord Azrael…befit you, o’ dear savior…” she added again and again, “And I, the 120^th descendent of the Oracles, had been honored by your visit,” and with that, that man, of whom she called Azrael, immediately dropped the dagger, like a jackknife he sprung to his feet and stared at her with eyes full of contempt, full of confusion. Realizing the sudden turn of even, she held up her face and for the first time, they came eye to eye. Her eyes, so deep, so very deep, was staring at him, into his steely silver eyes, emotionless, void, yet calling, asking. He realized fully his standing, how he was not to ask any question, how he must not stop even a single second to ponder upon the sequence of event. His heart was throbbing for words, while his head raced for explanation. For a moment they stood there, in their stead, in their seat and stared at each other. The man with steel eyes and midnight hair could only grimace in silence, his injured hand quickly reaching for his mouth, like always. He realized that it smelled of apple; and when his tongue touched his lips he tasted the same flavor that had kept his logic and control all messed up. He grunted in disgust. Had he lost his mind, finally? He had never felt so messed up before, never, not in any situation, not by his prey, not even by woman, but what happened, that he had failed to accomplish his mission even when his prey was offering her life with very little struggle.

“My Lord, Lord Azrael,” she said, her fingers picking up the dagger and she again ushered it, hilt first, to him. “Make haste. I wish to spend not a second more on this pitiful isle, this sinful world I belong to…”

He had never had anyone offering his or her life so openly and so freely to him. Not a woman, especially.

“Why?” a word escaped his trembling lips. “Why do you not fear me?” he asked his voice in bare whisper as he lowered his hand and make available his face, for her to see again. “Why do you not fear death himself?” he asked again, his voice slightly louder, courser, emotional than his first word. For a moment the woman stared at him, eyes full of wonder, full of curiosity. She finally seemed alive.

“Death doesn’t have to be fearsome, and you, Lord Azrael, is far from fearful…” she replied him, still staring deep into his steely eyes, still ushering the dagger to him. “My Lord, your presence had been known by the master and mistresses of this land. If you do not hurry, you might never get this chance again. I beg you…” added her, her eyes suddenly round, her voice suddenly laden with haste, her composure greatly affected. “I beg you, my lord…!” was the last word she muttered when a noise of people rushing toward their location interrupted the stillness. People. He remained quiet. There were a few of them. He closed his eyes. One, two, three. Five. No. There was more. Seven. No. Fifteen at most he decided. The living goddess grew even more panic, as she grabbed his hand, with her hand still covered with the red silk gauze and forced the dagger into his hand, “Please, my lord!”

“If you had wanted to die, it will be easier if you do it yourself, and that will save you the pain of waiting!” he noted, slightly annoyed. The living goddess seemed surprised. Quietly she took the dagger and placed it onto her neck, and creased the blade onto her neck’s skin. There was no trace, yet she dearly put a considerable amount of force when she did that. His jaw dropped and his eyes wide open again.

“I would, if I could. My lord, we are called the living divinity not for nothing. Only you…” she said, as she again returned the blade to him, into his hand, and with one grasp, pulled the blade toward her again that it stabbed her chest. The blade went in, and blood began flawing the pure white silk robe. He was greatly shocked that he unknowingly let go of the blade’s hilt and the living goddess fell onto the floor on her side, her eyes still staring at him. “Do you understand…only the Lord Azrael is capable of severing our vessel…” she said, her voice a bare whisper as she tried to negate the realistic pain that was beginning to invade her body. The man opened his mouth, about to say something when the door burst open and a group of men in full armor the color of blinding gold, sword without its sheath stood at the doorway, their face laden with fear. Their eyes quickly averted from the sight of the foreign man and onto their object of reverence, and to the man again, when they decidedly raised their sword and stormed in. That man with steely silver eyes had nimble step. With one leap he avoided the charging warrior, turned around with a single step, pulled out his dagger and slipped his blade between the paper-thin opening of the helm and the chest armor, aiming for the neck. A scream, he pulled out his dagger, and he was already on toward the second opponent. When he felled four, enough to cover all available standing space in the hut, the warriors stopped charging and he stopped killing. “My Lord,” was what she muttered, very weakly, which earned his attention. The living goddess turned to look at the warrior and tears slipped from her eyes.

“My dear people, this shall be the end of all sins that we earned…” she muttered with a faint smile, and with that they eventually removed their face cover. One among them, who donned the fancier armor among others, stepped forward and pointed his spear toward the intruder with steely silver eyes; its blade barely inches from his face. “Lord Azrael…has descended upon us…”

“My people will not perish in the hands of some fake god coming from a fake prophecy,” was what that man said as he lunged forward to stab the intruder. His attempt was futile, when the partition wall on the east collapsed by a single slash swung by the man with steely silver eyes.

“You are correct. I am not the god or angel said in your prophecy, but indeed I came to wipe your clan off all this absurdity and ambition,” was the last thing the intruder ever said to that man when he dashed forward and began tackling one by one of the warriors that had specifically came to perhaps kill, or apprehend him. One, two, three, it wasn’t difficult for him to deal with the visitors, all the way until the fifteenth men, all of whom soul was repeatedly taken by him, and the sixteenth men managed to slash his back. He realized that these warriors, despite their slow movements, packed strength, and that single slash actually threw him away, back into the hut where he was trying unconsciously to distance himself away while racing against time…

Racing against time?

Since when…?

Racing against time, under what purpose…?

Attention and concentration greatly disturbed, he received another slash on his legs, which sent him flying, finally landing on his back. The pain was searing, terrible, and he could really feel blood gushing out of the wound on his thighs. It was terrible. He had never felt so disgraced; ego greatly tainted the way he did then. Given his reputation, his position in the guild, this shouldn’t have happened. Handling ten, twenty opponent had never been a problem of sort. Why…

“My lord…”

That voice.

“Lord Azrael,”

He opened his eyes. There lay the living goddess, chest still bleeding. The dagger still there, still on her chest where he stabbed her and her face appearing very pale even under the flickering crimson light of the torches. He realized truly how life was seeping out of her little by little, moment by moment. He felt his heart quickened, and a certain part of his body aching, throbbing. His finger unknowingly defied his body and mind’s intention, when they crawled for that certain part, and their eyes met. Those dying eyes…

He realized. He was racing against time for…her.

“You…shan’t succumb here…with us…”

The remaining warriors now charged toward them, sword held high in the air, all aimed for the intruder.

“…my lord…!”

He squeezed shut his eyes, his teeth gritted together as helplessness devoured his entire body. His consciousness sunk deeper and deeper…into an unknown abyss, until he remembered something. A distant remnant of his many memories; a voice that repeated a phrase he would normally have completely forgotten. A phrase describing the moment of transition of life and death…

They say, upon life and death, a living creature was given a split second chance to completely overturn the situation and make it be according to the soul in question’s favor. Life, or death, was indeed something fated by destiny, but destiny in it is was far from being just cruel. This chance…a decisive split second chance for the soul to make amend of the mistake that leads to their possible demise…was proof of destiny’s kindness, and it will then depend greatly upon the soul whether to grab, or to just ignore this gift of second chance. Yes, second chance. A split second chance to choose life over death, or death over life…

He saw, a flash, before his eyes. A silhouette. A woman. He did not see her eyes but he saw her lips. She was smiling. She was saying something to him; ‘Not yet.’ It was muted message. No voice, but he understood the gesture. Who was she? He didn’t know. Then her lips moved again. He repeated before her. ‘Not my fate’. He repeated again, ‘Not my fate’, again, and again and again…

‘This is not my fate…’ he chanted. He realized. He realized. He realized that he didn’t want to die. His body was cold, numb, but he didn’t want to die just yet. Not now. Not yet.

“Intruder, perish…”

‘This is not my fate…’ he chanted again, like a mantra, his fingers grasping his chest. A throb. His heart was throbbing. He could feel his own breath. Hot. Not warm, but hot…still hot, not yet dying.

He opened his eyes. He saw the golden swords above him, there, definite, albeit blurred.

‘This is not my fate…!’ he chanted again and again, as his eyes bore deep into the goddess’ eyes…

“My lord…this is not your fate…” she whispered, her finger…finally her bare fingers…reaching for him. He saw…clear pearls appearing at the corner of her eyes. Tears…? Her eyebrow was in a tight knit. She coughed, and blood spilled out from her mouth. She was in pain, life sapping out of her…

“This is your fate, intruder…”

‘This is not my fate…’ his conscience repeated, and he feels, he feel, without interfering, as his fingers crept to his waist. He felt the cold hilt of steel. Of metal. Ah. Finally. It felt cold, not warm. His fingers began working. He was losing grasp, losing conscious. His fingers were working, frantic. One buckle, two, three. Five buckles….ten...cold steel between his fingers…cold…against his skin.

“This is not your fate, Lord Azrael…” he heard her, yet his eyes now closed, tightly closed. He felt warm liquid wetting his skin of his thigh, his back, thick and warm. Blood. He was bleeding, he thought. Without his conscious’ consent his arms stretched apart, fingers flexing. He screamed, of pain on his back, pain in his legs, of unknown reason, of the throb in a part of his body, unknown cause, and the pain in his soul, his ego, resultant of confusion, of rejection, failure. When his arms swung inward, he screamed again, louder, pained, it robbed him his strength, killed his sense of reality. He felt the cold steely sensation leaving when his arms closed, and an odd sound, gasps of airs noise ensued, and screams. Hideous screaming of pain…men screaming…

“This is not my fate…!!” one scream escaped his mouth, he opened his eyes, and everything turned red. He saw red pearls, all flying, glistening, falling and breaking upon contact, staining the walls, the floor, the roof trusses, the furnitures. He saw swords flying, falling, free falling, the hilts free from grasps. One fell next to him, barely missing his outstretched hand, two made it far enough not to even harm him. Moments passed and silence returned. His body was numb, his mind empty. He stared at the ceiling of the dimming space within the hut, and found his eyes blurry. Cold tears formed a tiny stream down, down, from his eyes. He realized he was crying and decided to stop caring for his ego. He tilted his head and he saw the living goddess. She was smiling…she was really smiling…and she was smiling, her fingers resting on his shoulder.

“It is not your fate…” she said very softly, very weakly. He saw her lips. Pale, almost blue. Her entire robe drenched. The dagger was still there on her chest, obediently sapping its victim’s life. He gritted his teeth and that unknown body part throbbed again. His conscience whispered to him, and he decided, it was time he forget his ego, forget his status, forget who he was, forget what he was…

With pain, he grabbed her fingers and found it to be cold, despite his own fingers completely lacking sensation. Numb. Numb and lifeless. He looked at her, and smile ensued. It happened too naturally it surprised him, and he whispered, “This will not be your fate as well,” and before he could grasp the words that escaped his very lips, his body jerked upward, up to his feet, his pain died, and his hands reached for her. One scoop, her in his arm, he stepped out of the collapsing hut and he, with her in his arm, disappeared into the deepest shadow, into the sea of magnificent tree with blossoms glowing the color of fiery fire…

That final sight eventually became the conclusion of the isle’s devious long history. Without their divinity they perished into nothingness. The goddess was freed of the curse that bound her to the isle. She finally discarded the red silk gauze that had separated her from reality, eventually freeing her heart. The man, for the first time in his long carrier as taker of souls, failed his mission. He did not kill her, neither did she died. He, in the end, finally learned the meaning of the unknown throb in his body. It was his heart, one that he had thought to be long-lost.

Author’s note:

This is a freshly written fiction. Pardon the grammatical errors. This story had yet to be proofread by anyone u_u

Ah. I regret not having the space or time or means to describe the reason for the massacre, but if I did that this will definitely defer from the setting I was hoping it will have. Now I’ll leave it to you to make up the reason why it calls for such drastic race termination.

This is actually a spin-off of a painful set of memoirs I’m writing. This one tells the story of one of the characters in greater detail. His name, of course, is not Azrael. The woman’s name was set to be *warning spoiler* Jurin. I tried to put her name somewhere, but up until the end, I phailed spectacularly and…oh well, in the end I just called her living goddess. I think I need to stop giving name that describes the character for once and just use normal names instead. Urgh.

Anyways. Thank you all for reading.

Weird sketches and doodles

2009-05-27T01:00:00.001-07:00

Wellll.......now in the middle of doing industrial training...of which i postponed for one whole semester, creating an unusual mess. Bleh. If only I'd known how interesting and fun the days could have been, I'd fight for a place with all my might! Now I have to graduate a bit late as compared to my peers, and join the convocation scheduled for another year. What a turnout.

Anyways, enough about that, here are some of the weird things i've been doing lately. FINALLY PICKING UP MY STYLUS. though now I've lost it again. Dang. When BITCH is here and all I COULDN'T COLOR OR DRAW. Duh.

Ah. Just...go..feast your eyes. T_T

Meh. Its actually a skintone color practice. It could've turned better if I werent so bad with propotion and left-right balance. ach. But I kinda like how her skin turned out to be. Now...if only I did not loose the stylus. T_T

.....some of the colors are missing, don't ask me how or why or what happened, but then again, omg why am I drawing Sasuke?? This is so weird. -_-' But i was thinking of making this into a propoer illustration and use it as A5 sketchbook cover. Hmm...interesting....

ooooooooooooo you know. The sketch is SUPER ugly, it was like, 2 years back I think when i did this, but when i colored it it looked quite vieable, BUT........I LOST TRACK HOW the guys's supposed to look like. Dear me. Mahata will probably laugh his ass of when he saw his dominic looking like a naive little child (when he's a fruity bastard)

A recolor. Not 100% done, but i kinda like the turnout. Just that EVERYTHING NEEDS DEEPER CONTRAST. X_X

Ah people, I know i've previously uploaded everything on dA, but i kinda doing a rally to see how long can i keep myself out and away from dA. I was pissed by someone on the site, the same time my new semester started, and things spiraled down into THIS, and of course, aside the purposed 'leave' I was actually FORCED to leave too. God. Now I don't care anymore. The people I used to enjoy talking now are rarely there too, so, what's the point? Meh.

Hmm...been writing a lot lately. I know poeple don't really read my stuff. It's too fancy, too imiginative, barely gave off any room for the reader's own imagination a.k.a too descriptive. Hell yeah. And the circle of readers are small, I couldn't care less whether its small or big, but that will never ever stop me from ever finishing or creating a story I could be proud of. Malaysia needs more fantasy writer. We have too much love stories writer, I'm nauseous just thinking about it. Oh dear.

-__-' sooo tired. Can I just sleep 24 hours now?

Oh yeah...planning to buy another yukata. Howww lovely. Ah. I want a furisode. Seriously. >_>

When Joke Is No Longer A Joke

2009-04-02T16:14:00.000-07:00

On 1st of April we received a msg on our mobiles. News began to spread, and some of us began to suspect that it was a joke. A cruel April's Fool joke, saying one of our lecturer had passed away. I do not enjoy or celebrate April's Fool, it is not our custom, not a necessary celebration, so I took the news as a whole. Another friend, too did. And the other simply implied that it was a joke. Why? Because among every other thing, he was a terrifying lecturer. No one really did understand his mind's work, his word's direction, what he saw. He knew too much, his knowledge is brimming, and on top of that, his spirit of wanting to teach actually exceeded what he was capable of, capable ever, making him somewhat bitter, angry, earning the hatred of students. And they began calling him names, saying bad things, simply being rude to him. I was among those terrified students, but I tried my best to still respect him under such condition and situation while my friends fell into the valley of hatred. I noticed how he slowly grew a little bit sober, somewhat soft-hearted towards the later days of his life. No one knew it was a sign of him leaving this world...

So when news reached us of his demise by a trustable source, no-one could really say anything. The lecturer we are so afraid of is no longer here, no longer living. What do we do? For those who had sinned against him, it is already to late. We do not talk about this fickle things, of course, or at least, not much of it. At our current age we should understand how it felt like. In end everyone went quiet about this, and he went away and left the faculty he probably really do love, forever.

The implication here, friends, never take for granted of those around you. Your mother, your father, your siblings, your teachers and friends. In this case, your lecturer. You might hate him for all his antics, all his words, all his comments, but you've no rights to call him names, to talk bad of him, to be hateful toward him. In the end you still absorb his knowledge and lesson although you disliked him, and that is, of course, a sin. As someone who teaches you, he is still your lecturer, and as long as he is one, he deserved some respect...

Al-Fatihah for Prof. Ar. Mutalib, one of the senior lecturers in UiTM Shah Alam, Faculty of Architecture, Planning and Survey, Department of Architecture. May he rest in peace.

Illustration; Behold~

2009-03-17T23:00:00.000-07:00

Yep another work. I hate his hair. WHY ON EARTH DO I HAVE TO DO THIS KIND OF HAIR STYLE. but huh. never mind...

this piece was supposedly a demo piece for a friend, Anas. And then people kept saying it looked like him, but of course, i REFUSE to believe it looked, in ANYWAY, like him. wahahaha.

anyways...urgh...the picture...um the color looked a bit too...em..yellowish? i do think it was kinda disgusting, but i was too lazy to fix it. this is my 2nd digital painting work in 5 months, so i guess my skill, in a very evidential way, is slipping. Ach. Whatever.

Urgh i know i somehow promised that i will pour everything about Bali out here, but laziness+business kicked in and i have no time to do so. Ach.

Haiz...