Tuesday, August 19, 2014

the wingspan of a butterfly

Since my allocated time on smithing stuffs has been severely cut for these past few days thanks to my real-life hecticness, at this oblique leisure time of mine I'd like to unshed some things about me in the near future as I see little to no harm in doing so :

  • I've been entrusted as an in-house writer on Heavenly Stardust - a blog managed by my fellow writer under the pseudonym 'requiem' which encompasses a wide range of reviews and contemplative musings. Expect me to submit my first content there sometime soon though, as several real-life stuffs were still clinging firmly on the pinnacle of my priority list as of now.
  • ask.fm is one site which I primordially being skeptical about it being beneficial, which turning out slowly into a powerful site to fulfill my long-deserted writing passion days later. Here's mine, in case you have something that boggles your mind regarding me - it's always a pleasure for me to give a pleasant answer, had the question(s) given lies within a positive marvel. As for now my 'Questions' time is laden with philosophical questions thrown by anonymous asker(s), though - a fast reply is something I can't guarantee for the time being.
  • There's a high chance that I'll drop a ten-minutes long surprise to everyone's unwariness on this weekend's Open House Unit event, as I'm going to live-perform something using an unorthodox instrument called l... Ah, never mind - had I spoil out even a slightest hint here it the reprise will no longer yield a shocking factor, no?
  • And finally, for the past three days I've been actively contributing to an ever-glowing squad of enchanting butterflies - Actias Arkamaya. Follow our trailing light of wonders and one shall be ensued with positive mirth.

Another worth-noting point that I'd like to deploy here is I'm currently suffering from a (severe) social exhaustion. The fact that introverts got their energy drained by continuous social interaction(s) is a widespread, however - although it may not observable at the surface at first - my introversion level went as high as ~95%.

Sweet dreams (:


a beacon of million ansi-lumens
being fluorescent atop of the butterfly's charming flow

glimpse your heart at the dazzling skies
and we shall aglow


Sunday, August 3, 2014


Love : a solemn word en-coated with liquid ironclad lines - an ordainer oracle within a human's heart. Relieving, yet often sacrosanct. Handle it with care, won't you please?


The grandeur of vector art was actually something I'm trying to grasp upon my early teenage era, yet my bezier honings didn't satisfy me much as my Photoshop expertise - a proverbial point which stays true until this very moment. What happened with this experiment, though, omitted a very contradictory result to what my rational thoughts expected previously.

Below picture is my attempt on further furnishing the already pleasure-laden vector result, which - as you might've predicted - resulted in my displeasure. I decided to attach it here anyway as it's actually not so disastrous - some might enjoy the softer, fuzzier pinkish embrace radiated by the image below.

Oh, and doing this is like recollecting memories of a long-forgotten love, to be frank (I'll let people speculate whether there's a special person I'm dedicating this vector to or not here). In the meantime, free to use this sprite of mine elsewhere - credit is not mandatory but paramountly appreciated.

Sweet dreams (: