Just not on IvyTan.Net. Oops. I’ve been very busy re-designing Leave The Pack Behind’s website and Malaysian Singaporean Students’ Association websites. Most the actual design work is done, with a few bugs that still need to be exterminated, as well with content that needs to be added/updated.

Malaysian Singaporean Students’ Association

I designed this around June 2007. The color scheme is slate blue and light red. Their both variations of the Singaporean and Malaysian flags bright colors. IMO, it’s really tacky to have too much brightness on a page. Oh and the header graphic was taken by a friend who is a professional photographer in Malaysia.

Leave The Pack Behind (UofT)

This was designed over the course of this week. I kept changing things because I wasn’t able to find a suitable navigation. Initially, it was meant to be inspired by Mac OS X’s dock, but it just didn’t fit. Or rather, it would taint my record of originality, so I tried my hand in installing MooTools. I’ve never really delved into the world of JavaScript , so figuring out made me so proud of myself! (EGO BOOST!!) The navigation is using the Accordion script. BTW, I haven’t seen any sites using Accordion as a navigation panel - most of them use them for the actual content. I personally think it’s more functional as a navigation panel. I smell a new trend started by yours truly, again? (Yes, it’ll take a few hours for the super ego boost to wash off.) The color scheme of orange and green isn’t really mine. It belongs to the organization. I just gave them a slightly yellowish tint to match my pink.

What do you guys think?

My body was drenched with beads of sweat and the harsh downpour of the monsoon rain, while walking on an eroding cliff. Agitated at the slippery mud, I walked faster, and faster, and faster… until I slipped. I looked up and was greeted by faces and screams of horror. I looked down but was enticed by a manifestation of the grim reaper: a fast-moving river enshrined with boulders. Then silence. Absolute silence. Yet the screams haven’t stopped, the rain continued to pour even louder and even harder than before. But there was silence. No thoughts. No voices. No emotion. Just peace.

That happened when I was 13, while hiking near Jakarta. Obviously, I managed to climb back onto the trail. I was convinced that was my time to go. I thought I would be afraid, but I wasn’t. For a moment, I accepted my fate. Ironically, that moment was the most peaceful moment I have ever felt in my entire life.

Isn’t it ironic that peace is found closer to death, than in life?

Due to the personal nature of this entry, the rest of it is found at http://asiansoul.livejournal.com. Only a few handpicked livejournal friends have access to it. Sorry.