Cute animated film by Frito-Lay. Happy Valentine's Day!!!!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Another set of extremely well done ads
Animal Anti-Cruelty Ads. Don't they tug all the right heart strings and make you go "awww". I find these ads extremely powerful in promoting their message. Job well done!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A little disturbing
These ads are done by Portuguese Association of Victim Support to show the unfortunate reality of domestic abuse towards women and that it is still a major issue in today's society. A little disturbing but pretty darn powerful in communicating the awareness.
Luxurious Airplane Interiors by Luftansa Technik
Pretty cool to fly in an airplane mansion like this one, no?
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Stars
http://ferryhalim.com/orisinal/g2/stars.htm
Coolios..I just realized that there's actually an arcade game called A Pocketful of Stars. It's kinda cute.
Coolios..I just realized that there's actually an arcade game called A Pocketful of Stars. It's kinda cute.
My Book (some preview pages)
By the way, I'm not a writer..but just thought writing a book can be a good way to improve & practice on my writing. I stopped writing for a couple of months to focus on GMAT. I should be done with the book soon. Give me two more months. ^-^
I started writing about the male protagonist in my book. Know anyone like this? Mysterious but kind?
Well here's the excerpt from my book (Chapter 8).
Everything’s closed up. It’s so cold out here. The train is about six blocks. Maybe it is later than usual and I’ll make it. I love being outdoors at night, you just don’t see the imperfections of life so much. You don‘t see the peeling paint on buildings or the graffiti. You can’t see through the windows into the messy sides of people’s lives. All these things are covered over in a big black cloak. All I see now are the lights, the streetlights, the neon, the Christmas lights in shop and apartment windows as I’m running to catch the train. Cold air is whipping around my face and my scarf is flying behind me like the tail of a kite.
There are not too many people on the train tonight. Across the aisle there’s an old man that I’ve seen lots of times before. He never acknowledges me, but I say hello and happy New Year to him anyway. He just turns his head away and looks out the window. Sitting right across from me is mismatched-thread guy.
The last time I saw him it was about a month ago. It was in the late evening. A family with five children of varying ages was sitting near him. They were actually running, jumping and bobbing over the seat more than sitting. I was a few seats away and I heard the littlest child singing to him, although I couldn’t tell what the words of the song were. She kept repeating the same refrain over and over again. Other passengers were shifting in their seats during this squeaky symphony and they seemed annoyed but mismatched-thread guy just listened and watched. After a little while she handed him a toy duck she had been holding that had a bobbing head. It was almost like an award he should receive for listening so attentively to her performance. He didn’t crack a smile, but he took the toy solemnly as if she had given him something of great value. She continued to sing and then he moved the toy back and forth so its head bobbed in rhythm with her voice. This delighted her and she started to laugh. For a few seconds she forgot about the performance and stretched out her fingers to touch the tip of his nose. The parents were busy with the rest of their brood and never saw this wonderful exchange. I was happy I saw it.
I started writing about the male protagonist in my book. Know anyone like this? Mysterious but kind?
Well here's the excerpt from my book (Chapter 8).
Everything’s closed up. It’s so cold out here. The train is about six blocks. Maybe it is later than usual and I’ll make it. I love being outdoors at night, you just don’t see the imperfections of life so much. You don‘t see the peeling paint on buildings or the graffiti. You can’t see through the windows into the messy sides of people’s lives. All these things are covered over in a big black cloak. All I see now are the lights, the streetlights, the neon, the Christmas lights in shop and apartment windows as I’m running to catch the train. Cold air is whipping around my face and my scarf is flying behind me like the tail of a kite.
There are not too many people on the train tonight. Across the aisle there’s an old man that I’ve seen lots of times before. He never acknowledges me, but I say hello and happy New Year to him anyway. He just turns his head away and looks out the window. Sitting right across from me is mismatched-thread guy.
The last time I saw him it was about a month ago. It was in the late evening. A family with five children of varying ages was sitting near him. They were actually running, jumping and bobbing over the seat more than sitting. I was a few seats away and I heard the littlest child singing to him, although I couldn’t tell what the words of the song were. She kept repeating the same refrain over and over again. Other passengers were shifting in their seats during this squeaky symphony and they seemed annoyed but mismatched-thread guy just listened and watched. After a little while she handed him a toy duck she had been holding that had a bobbing head. It was almost like an award he should receive for listening so attentively to her performance. He didn’t crack a smile, but he took the toy solemnly as if she had given him something of great value. She continued to sing and then he moved the toy back and forth so its head bobbed in rhythm with her voice. This delighted her and she started to laugh. For a few seconds she forgot about the performance and stretched out her fingers to touch the tip of his nose. The parents were busy with the rest of their brood and never saw this wonderful exchange. I was happy I saw it.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Alot of this info is from Igor.Color of the year: Mimosa
According to Pantone, last year was Blue Iris..because "it satisfies the need for reassurance in the complex world, while adding a hint of mystery and excitement."
This year, it's Mimosa. The color yellow exemplifies "the warmth and nurturing quality of the sun, properties we as humans are naturally drawn to for reassurance."
It's all about reassurance nowadays.
No wonder I see so much Yellow.
And of course our new first lady was dressed in yellow
This year, it's Mimosa. The color yellow exemplifies "the warmth and nurturing quality of the sun, properties we as humans are naturally drawn to for reassurance."
It's all about reassurance nowadays.
No wonder I see so much Yellow.
And of course our new first lady was dressed in yellow
The power of avatars
Avatars is an useful way to explore and express the self. Since teenage life state is about figuring out who you are, what you care about, and how to communicate these things to the world, avatars are particularly popular to teens because it enhances that self-expression. Recently, there are many ads, promotions, video games, toys, websites that are targeted to teens that feature avatars. Avatars represent something about that consumer that is important. Advertising and marketing have always targeted consumer’s alter egos, the smiling happy person just waiting to emerge from the consumer’s conscious with the help of the product. Wouldn't it be a good promotion idea to introduce a brand character to the virtual world by creating it into an avatar? With the help of the avatar, the character can be immersed in those virtual environments, connecting directly with his audience. It is one way of deepening a relationship between brand and consumers. I know the idea has been out there, but doesn't mean it's too late to work with it still. Just a thought.
Bello, Me, & Lorraine
The geek, the dork, and the nerd.
The Geek (Michelle aka Bello): This girl plays dungeon and dragons, and she LARPS. I've never met a pretty girl who LARPS. She's also writing a fantasy novel. How geeky can you get? LOL
We connected right away though. We're both into writing novels, anime, manga, LARPing (although I don't like to admit it), dancing, food, SCARY STORIES!!! :o What else?
The Nerd (Lorraine): She got a master at Stanford in civil engineering. Ok. That explains it.
Despite her nerdiness, she's extremely cute, pretty, and adorable.
Where's Mega? It's ok. I'll blog about her later.
Gee, I'm such a chick magnet. Don't all guys wish they can be me?
Joy Kwek
About six months ago, I pulled a short novel out of the pile and after the first few pages of reading I knew it was something out of the ordinary. The story was about a young French woman who had come to study in America around 1960. She was lost and felt alienated until she became friends with her landlady who was a survivor of the death camps in Auschwitz. At the beginning of the story, the young woman knows nothing about her landlady and would never suspect it. The talkative and charming older woman invites the young French student to her apartment to chat and share tea while she’s making a strudel.
There’s comfort in the rhythm as she’s turning the dough over and over and then she forgets and pushes her sleeve back and there is the tattooed number of the death camp on her arm. Something about that scene grabbed me by the throat and would not let me go. You could almost see the older woman pushing and kneading the dough and talking with her young tenant. You could smell the cinnamon aroma, taste the soothing tea and feel the bridging of cultures and years. Womanhood and loneliness were the common bonds from which this uncommon friendship grew. You could sense the jolt the younger woman felt when she realized the horrors her friend had survived. Her day-to-day challenges of adapting to life, which seemed so anxious, now seemed trivial in comparison. The final chapter ended on a high note. Both women were transformed by their alliance. It was a story of survival and hope. It made me think of the recent friendships that have meant a lot to me—especially my friendship with Joy. It also inspired me to work on my own writing more. Late at night when I couldn’t sleep, I found myself revising sections of some of my older stories. I wanted to breathe life into the scenes. I wanted my writing to have these vibrant descriptions that touch the senses and the heart
Here's a photo of me with my BFF & college roommate Joy. I’m taller but I think her face is much prettier. She's the most beautiful person I know. ^-^ (Gosh..I sound like a groupie. Only for you, Joy) She’s incredibly bright and definitely much more confident than I am. She works as a financial consultant in Hong Kong. I wish we could see each other more. One of the things about her that I love is her goofiness and lightheartedness. Her personality seems mismatched for the work she does, but her name fits her.
Sorry guys! She's off the market. Lucky guy. His name is Chris. In my book, I changed Chris' name to Troy. Thought it'll be fun to refer to the couple as Joy Troy. Joy made me change it back to Chris, because she said Troy sounded like a condom. LOL. That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. =)
There’s comfort in the rhythm as she’s turning the dough over and over and then she forgets and pushes her sleeve back and there is the tattooed number of the death camp on her arm. Something about that scene grabbed me by the throat and would not let me go. You could almost see the older woman pushing and kneading the dough and talking with her young tenant. You could smell the cinnamon aroma, taste the soothing tea and feel the bridging of cultures and years. Womanhood and loneliness were the common bonds from which this uncommon friendship grew. You could sense the jolt the younger woman felt when she realized the horrors her friend had survived. Her day-to-day challenges of adapting to life, which seemed so anxious, now seemed trivial in comparison. The final chapter ended on a high note. Both women were transformed by their alliance. It was a story of survival and hope. It made me think of the recent friendships that have meant a lot to me—especially my friendship with Joy. It also inspired me to work on my own writing more. Late at night when I couldn’t sleep, I found myself revising sections of some of my older stories. I wanted to breathe life into the scenes. I wanted my writing to have these vibrant descriptions that touch the senses and the heart
Here's a photo of me with my BFF & college roommate Joy. I’m taller but I think her face is much prettier. She's the most beautiful person I know. ^-^ (Gosh..I sound like a groupie. Only for you, Joy) She’s incredibly bright and definitely much more confident than I am. She works as a financial consultant in Hong Kong. I wish we could see each other more. One of the things about her that I love is her goofiness and lightheartedness. Her personality seems mismatched for the work she does, but her name fits her.
Sorry guys! She's off the market. Lucky guy. His name is Chris. In my book, I changed Chris' name to Troy. Thought it'll be fun to refer to the couple as Joy Troy. Joy made me change it back to Chris, because she said Troy sounded like a condom. LOL. That wasn't exactly what I had in mind. =)
Monday, February 2, 2009
Does Chester remind you of..??
Does the current pack Chester remind you of these two comedians?
Shouldn't he be more like ...
What is the difference?
So possible Chester poses?
Just Something to Think about.
Shouldn't he be more like ...
What is the difference?
So possible Chester poses?
Just Something to Think about.
Moi
All the pics I stole from facebook.
Some profile info about me:
Favorite books: The Tipping Point, Outliers, The Last Lecture, the Bible =)
School: UC Berkeley (Go Bears!)
Birthday: May
Favorite TV Series: LOST, Heroes
Favorite Singer: Mariah Carey, Michael "Bubble", Mraz
Favorite City: Prague & Hong Kong
My Little Brother ^-^. Do we look alike?
He needs a haircut.Age: 19
Freshman at UCSD
Height: 6"
Single. Girls? Anyone? Just KIDDING.
Some Insights..
2007 Magazine covers: flashy & glittery
Jan - March 2008: Bright, Flashy
Jan - Feb 2009
In 2009,
Colors are simple and toned down. Is this a response to the economic recession? Well into the Depression back then, bright colors were replaced by more toned down shades. As the decade came to a close, magazines, clothing, etc began to feature colors in deep saturated tones. In the 1940's, World War II brought soil-hiding khaki and olive green. However, brighter colors started to return after the war years though the political and social influences of the time kept colors relatively restrained. 1950's brought pretty pastel colors, and led the way with striking colors such as flamingo pink and turquoise as an optimistic expression for America's continuing prosperity, fashion, design, etc. As the economy grew stronger, colors grew more intense as well. We're definately much more toned down this year, and every brand is going for simple.
Take a look at Best Buy's new logo.
Flashiness is out. Even best buy is going for a more mature, serious look & feel in response to the economy.
2007 Magazine covers: flashy & glittery
Jan - March 2008: Bright, Flashy
Jan - Feb 2009
In 2009,Colors are simple and toned down. Is this a response to the economic recession? Well into the Depression back then, bright colors were replaced by more toned down shades. As the decade came to a close, magazines, clothing, etc began to feature colors in deep saturated tones. In the 1940's, World War II brought soil-hiding khaki and olive green. However, brighter colors started to return after the war years though the political and social influences of the time kept colors relatively restrained. 1950's brought pretty pastel colors, and led the way with striking colors such as flamingo pink and turquoise as an optimistic expression for America's continuing prosperity, fashion, design, etc. As the economy grew stronger, colors grew more intense as well. We're definately much more toned down this year, and every brand is going for simple.
Take a look at Best Buy's new logo.
Flashiness is out. Even best buy is going for a more mature, serious look & feel in response to the economy.
Doodling a vehicle for expressing originality?
Doodling allows teens to make something their own. It adds whimsy and flair to their photos, scrapbooks, and web pages by incorporating swirls to bring not only interest but excitement to their pages.
If you look at some of these artworks closely, the art incorporates different colors and hundreds and thousands of images all linked together in a pattern. In a way, it’s symbolic of their life being connected to many things all at once- one element inspiring another or springing out from another. Doodling is a creative expression that have stymied by the combination of social pressure, boredom, and all the other factors that are influencing their everyday life. In a way, it can be seen as an outlet of frustration turned into art. It’s a representation of who they are.
Energy Through Circles
The circle in many cultures represent energy or the circle of life. In Native American culture, energy stones for healing are in the shape of a circle, known to absorb and retransmit all energies. In Chinese culture, the Ying Yang symbol for energy is also in the shape of a circle. Perhaps, natural waves to display energy are obsolete; circles are the new "in"? What do you guys think?
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