Eureka! - Furoshiki and Origami

I'm mad mad in love with Japan. I should be falling mad mad in love with school but this is what I'm doing; making cloth book covers and bags for it, going to make furoshiki, and now i've just discovered a brilliant way to fold T-shirt. Perfect for a lazy ass like me. Let's go through my eureka one by one. Forget the bag I made yesterday, I'm too lazy to take a photo of it right now. Let's just go with whatever that I can grab online.

First the furoshiki:



You can visit the website for a larger view.

And now for the wonderment I discovered a minute ago: How to fold your T-shirt the easy way. I was so excited I showed it to my mom but she said she already knew. She already knew but she didn't brag it to me!



Is that amazing or what? Try it and tell me if you choked on your own saliva being amazed about the marvel you can do. I'm so elated!

If you still can't catch it, watch an English version. This boy even shows you another method to fold T-shirt the lazyman's way. Suits me. Try searching in YouTube and you'll be amazed at how many guys are actually folding their T-shirts.



Damn there's even an upgraded version!



You know what? Here's the bag I made yesterday:



It holds my planner cover so it doesn't get dirty and I don't have to wash it.

And here's more origami:

How to fold socks:



A bit of a redundancy I know. Just remember, 1/3, 1/3.

How to fold socks like you didn't fold it (the magician's way):



And your unfashionable underwear:



Looks like a lot of work. My underwear drawer looks more like the second sock drawer of the 1st socks origami video.

And now your trousers:



Super lame, I know. Moving on!

Here's the way to do it. This guy has Method 1...



and Method 2...



and a sense of humour too. Hmm. You know what? There is no special way of folding trousers. Give up.

Here's a Sesame Street version on how to fold your bra while wearing only a bra -_-". Guys, you may not need to fold one but I can bet my money you still want to watch it.



My god, everyone is obsessed with folding! I better stop before I turn into a YouTube ambassador.

P.S. Posting all these videos sorta sobered me down. The elation is gone now. Damn. Ecstasy pills! Or maybe I should go take my dinner before I need to fold my stomach.

My pride and joy

I spent almost the whole day (5 hours to be more accurate) making a book cover for my planner. I love it! It’s my best work so far. My favourite-st!

The front.

The inside. It’s got a pocket made of lace on the left and a sim card pocket on the right. The purple lace is a book mark.

The back. It’s got a pocket too.

With the planner in it which was also made by yours truly.

And guess what? Long ago I made a bag with the same materials.

And also long, long ago, mom made a blouse and skirt for me using the same cloth. Hmm…perhaps I should go out one day with all that. I’ll be Ms. Blue. Oh no, is brown getting jealous?

I love bragging about myself.

What a fantastic end to 2007

On New Year’s Eve, instead of wasting myself with my friends or hibernating at home, I went to a family dinner, alone. It was organized by my dad’s side; I’m never really close to them, I can never be no matter what. It’s not like I never ever mixed with them or played with my cousins. I just can’t remember much about my childhood with them as compared to the times when I was with those from my mom’s side. How should I put this? In short, people from mom’s side are more relaxed whereas those from dad’s are like tensed. At least that’s the feeling they give me.

“How many As did you get? Which course did you get in the university? I’m sure university is an easy cruise for you. (to my dad)How much is your salary? How long have you been driving that car? My son bought a brand new one last month.”

I think you got the idea. Snore.

I thought I was late but it turns out I was one of the first few to reach there. Great. All the more awkward time to pass. Soon more and more people came, half of them which either I have never spoken to before or had already forgotten. Awesome. I sat around while they stood at the lobby chatting away. Why won’t they just go in and eat already? Or they could at least chat inside! One boy about my age, I presume he’s my cousin, was stealing 40 winks on the couch. Hmm. He hates this too. And he was outright showing it by sleeping. And nobody cared. And I can’t possibly do that.

Time passed by slowwwwly and I was turning into the next scariest serial murderer trying to kill off that time. Inside I was cursing. I waited for those that I’m more familiar with, i.e someone who probably shares the same idea about the family to go in. If I go in at the same time as them, I can probably sit with them. I got in behind them and success! I got to sit where I wanted to.

The person next to me was my cousin’s husband and they both are doctors. I took this chance to ask about my blue black nails. He told me that if the bruise covers the white part at the root of my nails, it can never grow back. That was the scenario on my left toe, at least a quarter of it.

“What?! It can never grow back, ever?!”

“Yup.”

And then he was distracted by his daughter and I was left to panic. Just like a Mr. Bean moment where he panics and does something stupid when there really wasn’t anything to panic about at all. I hope there isn’t any in my case. Imagine, no toe nail!

One big difference between mom’s side and dad’s side on the dining table is that, nothing is left behind with my mom’s side. They’re hungry monsters. Whereas dad’s side…they kept telling me that I should eat because I’m skinny. I am NOT skinny. With every dish they kept telling me to eat. I’m eating okay!

Other than meeting a couple of cousins which I had not seen since I was 5, nothing bout the dinner is new. Oh yea, a few people are expecting. Like I care, I hate kids.

Here’s the video.

See, I was eating and the rest on the table was not! I was the only one eating! And they say I don’t eat. Sheesh.

Last day: All in all

Last look at the apartelle before leaving. 12 hours of traveling ahead which I also experienced my first double decked bus back to Penang. It makes other buses look short. Haha.

I’ll have to say, I’ve never had so much pork in one meal. We had pork practically everyday. Pork burger, sisig, tosilog, and many more which I have forgotten the names. It’s probably coz we don’t take beef.

The sun sets really early there. The sky would start to turn dark at 5pm and by 6pm it already feels like 8. Even though it’s the end of the year, it still doesn’t set so early here. But then, our time has been moved forward by an hour so it would have set that early if not for the shift.

One fun thing is that food is cheap, and fast food is really cheap. And to think that everything already had taxes included in the price only makes it more of a bliss. What I hate here is that when you get your bill it’s always more than what you expect. Sheesh.

Another thing I learned is that they don’t have identity cards. What?! When the guard asked for Arthur’s identity card, he gave the guard his working ID. I wondered why then. Soon I learned that there is no identity card. What they use to identify themselves is their working ID. So whoever that doesn’t have a job, doesn’t have an identity :P

This entry is crap.

Anyway, here are some of my favourite photos.