Epic Projects
To make the last month of my summer less pathetic and lame, I engaged myself in productive activities that weren’t too hard, costly and tiring to do. And so what do you do when you have thousands of endorphins but zero cash? Well of course, you make some arts!
I have always believed that I’m an
artistic – although really
hopeless – person. For years, I’ve been making home-made, D.I.Y.-worthy art projects that I either brag (like right now) or be ashamed of (like most of the time). I have a knack for weird- and bad ass-looking trinkets, so I prefer making something that most people wouldn’t find attractive or cute. I love bloody, gruesome, painfully colorful and visually crazy art pieces. I like artists who are out of the box who wear weird clothes and have nest hair. Maybe that’s why I never won in any art contests back in high school: my preferences just don’t appeal to the masses. And I love it! I feel
special (*insert sarcastic laughter here*).
Anyway, to practice my being a Cool Patron of the Arts (not) and to somehow improve (not) the little photography skills I have (before and after photos are all uploaded on my Facebook account), I made some pieces that are both usable and couture (what). I called them Epic Projects because they can be really 1) epically awesome or 2) epically lame.
Epic Project #1: Improvised Mood Board
I’ve always wanted to have a mood board in my room where I can pin pictures and memos and stuff to remind me that I’m still human, but corkboards are really expensive! Why is that? I mean, I wanted a life-size board, but I can barely afford the smallest one. So thank the heavens this local show, “Etcetera”, featured a D.I.Y. room décor. It’s primarily made of Styrofoam and spare fabric/wrapper. I noticed it can be a corkboard substitute since it’s capable of holding pins and stuff. It’s
my mood board! So I made, like, five of them in different sizes with different personalities (e.g. the vintage, the hippie, the random). I mounted it on my wall and pinned photos, pasted Charles Dickens and Kristen Stewart, and hanged a voodoo-looking doll. It looks cool. When Mom saw them, she was like, “you’re making a museum out of your room”. I’m so proud of my babies.
Epic Project #2: Zipper Bracelet
Confession time: I’m a sucker for bracelets. I wear them everywhere, in any occasion. I wear leather bands, crazy bands, glow-in-the-dark sticks, charm bracelets, thin bangles, friendship bracelets – everyone is invited to my arm party. Recently, the party welcomed a new guest: the Zipper. I saw it a couple of years ago on an online shopping Multiply account. True to my bracelet fetish, I was green with envy. I don’t know why it took me a lifetime to make one myself (I’m scared to shop online). But anyway, I did – and I’m so darn happy I want everyone to notice it. It’s so bad ass, don’t you think? It’s kind of dangerous, though: I can cut my skin or someone else’s if I’m not careful. But still, it’s so bad ass! (My wrist looks
humungous on photos.)
Epic Project #3: Folder Filler Binder
It’s a trend in college to have the coolest filler binder. For a year, I conformed to this trend. I got myself my first filler binder with this funny illustration of a creature walking like a zombie with his brain all spilled out near a computer; it said, “AFB: Away From Brain”. It was cute and interesting, but the way I was using it
wasn’t cute – or interesting. It had gradually lost its wires and parts until it disintegrated. It had truly seen its better days. So to make up for this klutziness of mine, I decided to not waste my money on another filler binder and instead make my own. It’s made of an old folder and is adorned with interesting photos I cut from magazines and travel guides. This is actually my second Folder Filler Binder (my first one deserves an R&R), and I’m proud of it. No one in my college has a filler binder as cool (no) and as distinct (yes) as mine (as far as I know). The customization builds character.
Epic Project #4: I Just Dyed
I dyed just for kicks – and okay, to satiate my need for something that isn’t boring. For some apparent reason, I’ve been keeping dyes in my trunk for centuries. I decided to use it because I was just really
bored. I tie-dyed a spare white fabric in different colors and… well, I did what I can with it. My creative juices must have run out that time because I just stared at the colored fabric
blankly – like what I do with MS Word or a paper when I have writer’s block. After several failed attempts, it ended up as accessories. These things could go wrong with a bad fashion styling. The braided one is too long to become a bracelet so perhaps it’s a necklace? I’m not really sure. If I lose patience I can use it as a method to kill myself. The only one that worked well (and is actually
wearable) was the thick purple-and-pink band. Oh well, when the right opportunity comes, I might find the guts to use the others.
I have other Epic Projects but decided not to write about them anymore since they’re kind of an epic
failure. Now that school has started, I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue making art projects for the time being. Geez, I hope my “cool, bad ass, creative” ego counterpart wouldn’t succumb to the contagious hopelessness boredom and/or stress brings.
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Epic Projects
To make the last month of my summer less pathetic and lame, I engaged myself in productive activities that weren’t too hard, costly and tiring to do. And so what do you do when you have thousands of endorphins but zero cash? Well of course, you make some arts!
I have always believed that I’m an
artistic – although really
hopeless – person. For years, I’ve been making home-made, D.I.Y.-worthy art projects that I either brag (like right now) or be ashamed of (like most of the time). I have a knack for weird- and bad ass-looking trinkets, so I prefer making something that most people wouldn’t find attractive or cute. I love bloody, gruesome, painfully colorful and visually crazy art pieces. I like artists who are out of the box who wear weird clothes and have nest hair. Maybe that’s why I never won in any art contests back in high school: my preferences just don’t appeal to the masses. And I love it! I feel
special (*insert sarcastic laughter here*).
Anyway, to practice my being a Cool Patron of the Arts (not) and to somehow improve (not) the little photography skills I have (before and after photos are all uploaded on my Facebook account), I made some pieces that are both usable and couture (what). I called them Epic Projects because they can be really 1) epically awesome or 2) epically lame.
Epic Project #1: Improvised Mood Board
I’ve always wanted to have a mood board in my room where I can pin pictures and memos and stuff to remind me that I’m still human, but corkboards are really expensive! Why is that? I mean, I wanted a life-size board, but I can barely afford the smallest one. So thank the heavens this local show, “Etcetera”, featured a D.I.Y. room décor. It’s primarily made of Styrofoam and spare fabric/wrapper. I noticed it can be a corkboard substitute since it’s capable of holding pins and stuff. It’s
my mood board! So I made, like, five of them in different sizes with different personalities (e.g. the vintage, the hippie, the random). I mounted it on my wall and pinned photos, pasted Charles Dickens and Kristen Stewart, and hanged a voodoo-looking doll. It looks cool. When Mom saw them, she was like, “you’re making a museum out of your room”. I’m so proud of my babies.
Epic Project #2: Zipper Bracelet
Confession time: I’m a sucker for bracelets. I wear them everywhere, in any occasion. I wear leather bands, crazy bands, glow-in-the-dark sticks, charm bracelets, thin bangles, friendship bracelets – everyone is invited to my arm party. Recently, the party welcomed a new guest: the Zipper. I saw it a couple of years ago on an online shopping Multiply account. True to my bracelet fetish, I was green with envy. I don’t know why it took me a lifetime to make one myself (I’m scared to shop online). But anyway, I did – and I’m so darn happy I want everyone to notice it. It’s so bad ass, don’t you think? It’s kind of dangerous, though: I can cut my skin or someone else’s if I’m not careful. But still, it’s so bad ass! (My wrist looks
humungous on photos.)
Epic Project #3: Folder Filler Binder
It’s a trend in college to have the coolest filler binder. For a year, I conformed to this trend. I got myself my first filler binder with this funny illustration of a creature walking like a zombie with his brain all spilled out near a computer; it said, “AFB: Away From Brain”. It was cute and interesting, but the way I was using it
wasn’t cute – or interesting. It had gradually lost its wires and parts until it disintegrated. It had truly seen its better days. So to make up for this klutziness of mine, I decided to not waste my money on another filler binder and instead make my own. It’s made of an old folder and is adorned with interesting photos I cut from magazines and travel guides. This is actually my second Folder Filler Binder (my first one deserves an R&R), and I’m proud of it. No one in my college has a filler binder as cool (no) and as distinct (yes) as mine (as far as I know). The customization builds character.
Epic Project #4: I Just Dyed
I dyed just for kicks – and okay, to satiate my need for something that isn’t boring. For some apparent reason, I’ve been keeping dyes in my trunk for centuries. I decided to use it because I was just really
bored. I tie-dyed a spare white fabric in different colors and… well, I did what I can with it. My creative juices must have run out that time because I just stared at the colored fabric
blankly – like what I do with MS Word or a paper when I have writer’s block. After several failed attempts, it ended up as accessories. These things could go wrong with a bad fashion styling. The braided one is too long to become a bracelet so perhaps it’s a necklace? I’m not really sure. If I lose patience I can use it as a method to kill myself. The only one that worked well (and is actually
wearable) was the thick purple-and-pink band. Oh well, when the right opportunity comes, I might find the guts to use the others.
I have other Epic Projects but decided not to write about them anymore since they’re kind of an epic
failure. Now that school has started, I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue making art projects for the time being. Geez, I hope my “cool, bad ass, creative” ego counterpart wouldn’t succumb to the contagious hopelessness boredom and/or stress brings.
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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