Lately i'm interested in beadings (sulaman manik). it was triggered when i made a request to my tailor for my engagement dress. and it turns out to be very expensive for a little detailing.nyesal pulak g tempah sulam manik skali. it was not that impressive and how i wish it will be more glam~ at least a little glam-glam..so i tried DIY and it was quite fun after looking at the outcome.
beadings on my baju raye..glamourous raye la this year
Later my cousin asked me to add beadings for her dress which she had asked her friend to do but not satisfied with it.
my cousin's dress
Manik Tabur, Crumble beads
Chained pearl beads
Now i'm working with few beading projects. will keep u guys posted with my beading designs. lotsa lurve~
One of myfriends posted something on his wall about the relation of teacher-student roles, and one of his friends attached a video that can be summarized that theconventional learning system is actually suppressing our creativity andimagination.
Afterwatching this, I think my creativity started to wake up. So, I start to surfabout DIY and I came across stuff that I’m really interested at and capable offor now (although there’s reasons of why I’m interested in them) :-
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Wire jewelry
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DIY brooch – wire jewelry extension
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Paper flowers
OTW
Why wire jewelry?
Well.With the influence of my cousin, I am very fascinated with dramatic andgothic-like rings. I surf about them and it’s all over the internet. But,sadly, it was so hard to lay my hands on them as it’s not really a common thingin my place. So I started to dream of making them myself and there goes thesaying “When there’s a will, there’s a way”, and it’s definitely true. I searchfor the supplier and guess what? Its only 10 minutes drive from my house. Istock up my supplies from GM Klang,right across the street of AEON JuscoBukit Tinggi. I never even realize that a group of building can have allkind of things and I have been driving past over it hundreds time. Firstly Ithought that GM Klang stands for GeneralMotor, when it’s actually an initial for General Market. Silly Me ; P.
DIY Brooch
I reallyhave fun making rings from crystal and wire. I even bought the DIY books onwire jewelry. After sometimes, i found out that I have allergy towards theserings. So damn sad T_T. i can’t wear them anymore. So i tried making bracelet,bangles, which i don’t really wear. It’s fun but since I don’t wear them ishould stop making them. I should make something that I would wear all the timeso it won’t become useless right? I wear hijab and the most important thing forhijabis is brooch. So I want to try making them. It was a trial and errorprocess since it’s very hard to find DIY books on brooch-making, at least thekind of brooch that I am wearing. Still in learning process to find the mostsuitable and efficient raw material to make brooch. I like being one of a kindor having ‘one of a kind’ things. So these DIY stuff is really satisfying as Ican make it however I like with whatever colour crystal I like.
Paper flowers
How Iinvolve in paper flower making is totally different than the wire jewelry stuff.Amongst my friend, it is very popular to get married at my age. It’s like virusand I’m affected too (the truth is I really want to get married fast). Afterattending my friends’ wedding and all, I decided to have a personal touch on mywedding day, despite putting all the wedding decorations stuff on the weddingpackages/planner shoulder like everyone did. I want to put my creativity inuse. At first I want to make my own invitation card. There’s few reasonactually on doing things myself. Rather than displaying my creativity, it’sreally the economy that I most concern of. If I order the wedding card that Ireally want (thinking of vintage-themed and lace and all), it will surely beexpensive. But my future spouse is against it, he don’t want me to go throughall the hardships just for invitation card. Then “Bunga Telur”, kind of goodieswith egg that will be giveaways to the wedding guest, comes in mind. It’s notreally hard to make and fewer to be compared to invitation card number. Isearch over the internet and I found interesting ideas that I think i canmaterialize. After I bought paper from a wedding craft shop, I found out Ibought the wrong kind of paper, the hard, crinkled type, instead of crepe paper(tissue-like texture). But it won’t be put to waste as I will make it usefulsince I made it myself. It’s still a paper flower.
It’s almost 2 years since the last
post. I really have to get this blog going as I’m the one created it. So much
has happened for this last two years. I wrote the last post when I’m in my
final year, preparing my final year project and for final exam.
Life goes on and here I am now,
working my butt off to receive a salary at the end of every month. Still
learning on how to manage my own life and trying my best not to depend on
people.
I think I have changed, a lot. People
do change right? There are always pros and cons in everything, as do this
change. For me, change is a necessity to survive as it is an evidence of
adaptation to the surrounding world. Good or bad, this is who I am now and I’m
happy with it~
Finally, I have reached the end of an important phase in my life. I feel so relief and excited because it has ended. But at the same time I feel nervous about the new road that I am about to walkthrough. Am I ready to start this totally new and alien journey? Will it be the same as the previous one? To tell you the truth, I'm always afraid of change. About anything and everything. But I always try to comprehend it in the best way possible. But these future chapters will come one after another. I always pray to Allah to prepare me for all the things that is to come. Amin..
When I first saw you I knew nothing's like it used to be Boy you have got to be the finest thing in history The way I feel inside is just so hard to understand You feed my appetite in ways I can't explain
I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) (Woah) I'll eat you up (Woah) So yum yum (Woah) Can't get enough (Woah oh oh) I think I'm in love
If you move any closer boy there is no guarantee What I will do to you I fear it and it's scaring me Like I've become some kind of demon in the night You look so tasty I could eat you up alive
I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) (Woah) I'll eat you up (Woah) So yum yum (Woah) Can't get enough (Woah oh oh) I think I'm in love
I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) (Woah) I'll eat you up (Woah) So yum yum (Woah) Can't get enough (Woah oh oh) I think I'm in love
Can't stop thinking 'bout the things I wanna do to you If you move any closer you'd be asking for it too I want your love I need your touch So much I think I'm in love
(oooh woah) I'll eat you up (Your love, your love~) (Woah) I'll eat you up (Woah) So yum yum (Woah) Can't get enough (Woah oh oh) I think I'm in love
I wanna take you to my room (I'll eat you up) Wanna take you to my room (I'll eat you up)
(Woah) I'll eat you up (Woah) So yum yum (Woah) Can't get enough (Woah oh oh) I think I'm in love
(I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up) (I'll eat you up)
What would you do? You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Ignore
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day
Congratulations to a very dear person to me, MUHAMMAD AFIQ MOHD SADLI for having his birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear!! May you’ll be bless for another year.
Also, thanks for sharing your birthday with Jung YunHo @U-know Yunho of DBSK. Happy Birthday to both of you ;P
