you are stuck between telling the truth and keeping silence, which one would
you choose? Would you:
A. Say anything
that you want to say, no matter how awfully hurting it is to the other person,
as long as he or she can see the real thing that happens
B. Refrain from
making any comments because you don’t want to see that person from getting hurt
It’s tough, but for
me, the best way is to just say the reality straight to that person. Say so
with consideration and discretion of course. Don’t really think cursing/angrily
saying stuff/emotional rambling will let you state your points or show the situation
easily even if they are correct. Yeah, maybe sometimes, people won’t listen to
us, but then, it’s up to them to justify the consequences that will come. We’ve
done our part.
It’s better than
being silent and then seeing people suffering later. You will feel guilty for
not explaining the truth and stopping incidents from happening.
have this habit of correcting someone’s grammar. I think I’m such an annoying
person… annoying to other people that is, not to me. Haha. Of course, I always
mean well when I do that, but uhhh… not everyone loves to be corrected in
I should stop, but
then again, I don’t think I can~ Hahah~ So forgive me.
Well, for me, I
stand corrected if I am wrong. Knowledge can come in different ways right? Just don’t
try to explain a2 + b2 =
c2 to me. I will
never understand the mechanism of that equation~
[Wait until the
karma boomerang HITS MY FACE~ NOT!!!]
11 months ago [what a long time], I promised myself that I would buy a camera,
any camera. So, guess what? I bought one!!! Huzzah!!! What kind of camera?
So, what’s Diana MINI?
Basically, it’s a lomography camera and it captures lo-fidelity photos. Lo-fi
refers to unconventional photographic aesthetics, which to give an impression
of low quality [so copying Wikipedia…]. Oh yeah, this white one cost 249MYR [the
normal blue/black one is just 199MYR] and you can buy it in The Click Shop. I
bought mine at TCS Pavilion KL. Here’re some of the features of Diana Mini
rectangular half-frame formats at the flick of a switch
Shoots up to 72 shots
per film on half-frame mode
Shoots up to 36 shots
per film on square mode
Takes all types of
35mm film development
Overlap frames across
photos for endless abstract panoramas
‘B’ mode for long
Sunny and cloudy
or other digicams, Diana Mini shoots photos the old-school way, by using the
trusted negatives a.k.a. films… which I think is totally cool in this digitally-saturated
world of ours. With films, you just have that feeling that pixels can’t give to
you. I think the process of giving our effort and waiting for the result will
give us that great satisfaction, don’t you think so?
Now, I have
to wait until I got back to my hometown. I am ready for an adventure [or maybe
more than two adventures?] with my sweetheart [not a person!!!]. Yeayy! Go Lomo!!!
that grades don’t measure intelligence. Being in the Dean’s List does not mean that
you have a higher brainpower than everyone else. Well, that is quite true I guess,
but I will be a hypocrite… to myself that is… if I really agree to that. Why? The
reason: I really look forward of having myself as one of the recipients of the
Dean’s Award every single semester.
I need to
be on one just to feel that I’m good enough, good enough in something, and because
I will feel terrible if I don’t achieve it. That’s all.
can say that I measure my own worthiness through marks. Oh well.
Aria just sat on the floor. She was not wearing
anything except for a light blue shorts and am old light pink singlet. Her hair
was left untied. I looked at her, she was rather pretty that way, I thought.
“What are you looking at?” she asked. I did not
answer immediately. I climbed out from the bed and went straight to the
kitchen. It was a peculiar morning, rather hot, and it was not even summer.
Aria followed me behind.
“You haven’t answered me?” she enquired me again.
As she said so, her face made this mischievous look, as if she was expecting me
to answer that it was because she was pretty or whatever. “Coffee?”
“With less sugar.” She added. I duly put one sugar
cube inside her already-filled-with-coffee cup and presently gave it to her. We
both sat on the kitchen table watching the day unfolded as the city below us
came to life. Both of us just continued our ritual of drinking coffee quietly.
I took a peek at her and I could not hold it any longer.
I put my cup down somewhat loudly and Aria stared
fixedly at me. “Anything. Daniel?”
I looked at her chest as I said this: “I’m sorry.”
I swallowed my saliva down the throat. “I can’t have you anymore”.
Aria did not look aghast. In fact, she seemed calm.
It did not make sense no matter how many times I have faced this. I was
starting to be afraid. “Aria, I’m so–” she put her soft fingers on my lips to
stop me from saying any further. She got up and bent a little to kiss me,
perhaps for the last time; I did not see that coming. She left for our room.
“Aria, say something.” I pleaded.
“Daniel, there’s nothing else to say when you’ve
said just enough.” Her voice was soft. It had a tinge of remorse. “I myself
didn’t think this will work out. It will not last” She went to the door.
“I guess I don’t need the key now.” she looked at
the key for one last time and threw the key towards me. She walked out of the
house when I was not looking, distracted in catching the key. She walked out of
my life, forever.
“Aria… Aria… wait!” I yelled minutes later. I had
to. I raced outside in search for her. That was when I saw her at the end of
the corridor with someone else, “No, Aria!” I screamed and then she was gone.
Wind was coming through the window.
I could not go there. I could not bear myself to
see her body lying on the floor, but still I watched her. I witnessed
everything for a short moment, but the image of her corpse lying motionless was
engrained deep in my mind, but did I feel remorse?
I didn’t want to destroy myself, I was selfish. She
was just a woman created to satisfy my needs. I saw men dragging her body and
throwing it into a big metal box. They wheeled it away. One of them then came
to me and asked: “Did you find her to be unsatisfactory?”
“I… I… don’t know if I did.” I said. My voice was almost inaudible.
“I guess you have another three days to think about
it.” He mouthed nonchalantly. “You can contact us later. You still have another
$100,000 to spend.” He gave me some tubes of white clear liquid.
“Extra-strong Endorphin, made just for you”
I took them and ingested one in one gulp. I felt
We try to be
nice to everyone around us. That’s the right thing to do. I guess we all expect
that. But, what will we do if we feel that we arenot appreciated? When people
around you start to say bad things about you behind your back… when they don’t
even know that you are listening to every single muttering they’re saying.
You feel betrayed; perhaps at the
very least, you think they are just playing, but will that situation be
considered as ‘kidding around’? We try to be nice, we try, we try, we try.
There’s nothing that we’ll get if we make someone else sad or mad or angry because
of us. I did it and I know the feeling. In the very least, you will feel as if
you’re alone. I try to avoid that.
Still, would you feel all good
when people that you’ve trusted all this while create negative remarks about
you? Would you feel all good when they laugh as they’ve said that? Would you
feel all good?
Perhaps they’re only kidding.
That’s all. That’s all. That’s all.
Everyone has a big enough heart to love someone
else. They wait for a girl or a boy who will complete them. Are people a sucker
for romance? Perhaps, we have love songs, and love stories, and rom-coms.
Everyone just wants everyone else. Everyone…
And then, there’s me.
I just think I’ll wait for one. Don’t have big hopes, don’t want
to put up hopes.
decided to do create something with my Photoshop each week, and I shall post
them here [perhaps on my Tumblr too?]. All of them will be Typography-related
thingy. The name of this project: TYPO52. This is the first one.
taken at Mount Ledang, Johor, on the 3rd of July 2012.
I just love BRAVE! I mean when was the last time
you’ve seen a film that has the Scottish accent? Celtic culture? Everything
are breathtaking. It feels as if this is actually a real film shot in real
locations. The music score is an aural feast, especially since I love Celtic
traditional music! Oh yeah, Princess Merida’s hair is so orange, have never
seen a ginger-head like her before. Haha~ And of course, the SCOTTISH ACCENT!!!
That’s my new favourite accent, after Cockney~
Okay, maybe story
wise, Brave is not a new kind of story, we’ve all seen a story about mother and
daughter trying to rectify their relationship, but I guess that can be
forgiven! Oh yeah, the short animation before the film, La
Luna, is so cute! Bambino is a pretty little boy!
He rather read than take drugs, because imagination is the most
powerful drug… takes us all the way to the seventh sky, perhaps beyond the
universe' edge or a journey
through the stages of hell, and the tale of a king who tried to become a
god. That chronicles life and death and everything in between, things that
are the truths or lies. It tells of the tangled webs we weave, when we
practice to deceive. The decisions lead to consequence andall the rights and
How we wreck the lives of people we have known or not known, how
we wish for desires that break us apart, how we doom ourselves to eternity of
no glory, all conducts we've done, conducts we spoil our bodies with. How we face our fears, and how we brave
the unknown. How we become the heroes or the villains, or become a tragic one.
The untold stories we want to delve in, the music of life we
haven't heard, the skin we want to caress.We long for beauty,
but we do not see what lies beneath us, what stands in front of us, what
follows us from the back, what flies above us. We don't see heroes in people,
only tragedies that are written on their faces.