Graphic tablets are sexy

but this was drawn with a mouse :/

it’s very incomplete but i like it =)

omg omg omg

THE TERM RESULT IS OUT AND I DID NOT FAIL ANYTHING LIKE I THOT I WUD INFACT I MOTHERFUCKING TOPPED MY MAJOR OMG OMG OMG\
YES, IT IS A BIG DEAL

lack of slumber makes u dumber

So after the holidays guess what our first design assignment is?

We have to make 3 posters depicting our take on musharrafs nine years in the government :/

I’m not looking forward to it…’cause I don’t think I have a view right now…I’m not happy or sad…but im not indifferent either so I guess im just confused…

..and probably preoccupied by problems slightly less collective than a country in catastrophe…

My cousin who was sps to get married…her dad just went through a heart operation today…today was her dholki ..

Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh

I wish I could sleep.

pisser

So college opens tomorrow and I can’t say im looking forward to it especially since my cousin’s getting married this week and then she’ll leave forever and farewells are always sad and I don’t want to busy AND sad
The holidays are almost over and I can’t believe it because you know…where the fuck did they go ? :S
And i hate the entire reunion hugs and kisses after the summers…they get really fake at times…
I think I’m going to go and ‘start’ on my holiday homework :/

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His fable held in a doleful tune,
His dearth does reach the plenilune.
Like a prayer heard, his heart does feel;
For the fears, and the terrors, and the arboreal
Façade is nothing but a place in his mind-
In the night’s eager ears, he did seem to find
Anchorage of the like friends often show,
His tear emblazoned with the lunar glow.
In his supple confusion he sings his song,
The night listens, like a serpent’s tongue.
Careless but sad, his antiphon,
Is answered by the night’s beckoning drone;
With cool soft fingers and a lingering grope,
It circles the child in a heliotrope
Whiff of sweet slumber;
His palms feeling number,
And all that would encumber
Seemed to be letting go,
The chains breaking up, row after row.
Could he be letting go?
Should he be letting go?

“WAKE UP, WAKE UP”
But he wouldn’t, he was asleep;
Buoyant in his abode; without his sorrows deep;
Enisled but well,
He would have liked to dwell–
In his fading dream,
But his friend wanted him up,
So his friend did scream..

Prescient she was, and knew time was less-
Sad too, but not fraught and with finesse-
She held his wounded heart,
And held his wounded mind,
And within her feeble hands,
A tired soul she did find;
And then the sound of hooves,
The sound of horses run:
“No, don’t let go now,
It has only just begun”

Vague- beyond his chemical solace,
He heard a voice, he knew the face;
He heard, beyond his senses numb:
“You can’t let go now…
Not when our chariot has finally come”

Photoshopped!

'tell a lie' series by henry hadlow and ed cornish

 

Second year central saint martins BA graphics students henry hadlow and ed cornish have put together a series of photographs which have been ‘photoshopped’. the inspiration behind the ‘tell a lie’ series stemmed from the misleading stories which tabloid news photographers tell through their manipulation of photographs, altering the story which was originally captured. in response to this, hadlow and cornish decided that they would use a camera to actually mimic photoshop effects.

source: http://www.designboom.com/weblog/index.php

Comical inc.

I would now like to demonstrate how radically the pattern of thought changes in a relationship (on the guys part mostly) over the course of five and half years:

 

1^st year of relationship: I’m singing for hussam (yes we did cheesy things like that) and he responds ‘omg that’s an angel singing’:P

(muahaha )

 

5^th year of relationship: I send hussam a voice clip and don’t tell him it’s me

Hussam: is that you

Me: no

Hussam: who is ‘it’

Me (after cooking up a name): amna iqbal

(of course by this time he’s gotten the license to be brutally condescending)

(so he is it)

Hussam: tell her she’s terribly out of tune

Me: it’s me

Hussam: well your terribly out of tune

Me (HEART-FUCKING-BROKEN) : thanks

 

You see? It’s preposterous I tell you!

i need to make that move away from tribal designs

Duality

 

This is how it looked while it was being made. It had started to look positively ugly by the time i took this second picture:

          

:)

against the light

This picture just makes me happy, credits to sobia for taking it. . It’s my all-time favorite picture of myself :)  it has so much atmosphere and character in it. Absolutely love it!

 

I guess shady’s back then :)

WordPress has nicer templates but that’s obviously not the only reason I’ve switched from blogspot. My previous blog had been dormant for a WHILE and was screaming out to be deleted…so I did.

Why panopticon?

Contrary to what you might think, I was not inspired by isis’ album. Panopticon’s just a fascinating architectural concept. That’s it. That’s why.

I’ve been out of touch with any kind of good music. It’s weird because I find that I’m not able to associate with music in the way I used to …but then that’s probably because I have in fact been out of touch with good music…

I’m reading quite a bit these days. I came across this amazing site which gives access to the most exclusive pieces by some of the most brilliant writers, the likes of Homer, James Joyce, Kafka and many others. In my fit of excitement I printed ‘the odyssey’ by homer but I must admit, it is a delight to read and certainly worth disposing shit loads of printer paper and ink at it’s cause.

I’m also reading a few other books along with this, Gabriel’s Wings (Annemarie Schimmel ) being one…it’s an analysis of the work’s and philosophy of Iqbal…it’s…enlightening…interesting if  you’ve read Iqbal.

 

Oh, and here’s the link if you were wondering: http://www.online-literature.com/