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| Monday, 14-Mar-2011 08:42 |
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Bad boys gone fishing
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At certain times, when things get rough and out of control, when the people I trust stabbed my back when I was off guard, and when I run out of tears to cry, I hide.
At Kenyir.
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| Saturday, 6-Feb-2010 18:49 |
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The Aquarium Effect
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I took this dated a few months back, shooting for a friend for his bridal boutique, maybe. Just so you guys out there know, I do not own a camera. A compact, a SLR or even a 1.2MP camera phone. I am such a cheap, penniless guy who shoots picture by the charity of friends' equipment. Darn I hate myself for that.
So it was the case for this photo. It was in color. Who shoots in B&W nowadays using a dSLR? Black and white needs to be imprinted in film. But those were the days of hazardous dark room, now people shoot, plug in the USB cable to the printer, then hella colored pictures ready to be framed. And sold, apparently.
The problem with this picture is, I hate the lens. It was one of the cheapest lenses in town, that's why a friend of mine got that for free. It wasn't a lens to begin with. It was a bloody wide angle adapter. That's all. And you see what it did to my picture.
The aquarium effect! HOW AMAZING. Ok I'll let loose my sarcastic remarks, but I hate that. The wide angle 'feel' is great, but that fuckery effect-of-an-aquarium on parade totally sucks ass man.
This picture is beyond repair. Irreparably broken, if I want to put it in a nice way.
Oh anyway.....
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| Friday, 5-Feb-2010 15:36 |
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February
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“What if the wind blows me away?”
“Then you can feel to be a bird. Blue sky above, and many exciting things down there”
Run! And take me into your dream!
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| Thursday, 4-Feb-2010 16:25 |
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French Toast
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No. I did not have my time out. I just had a few minutes to think. That life is more than an open sea.
Or the blue sky.
Or a cool Sunday Bar by the beach.
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| Friday, 25-Dec-2009 08:35 |
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Happy Xmas!
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| Sunday, 6-Dec-2009 18:24 |
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I Ponder
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When was the last time I wrote something over here, good lord, I can't remember. I hardly hooked onto any photography session for the past two years, maybe this is the perfect time for me to kick start again?
Time tells a lot of thing. Like this one. It tells a lot. A lot. But the only thing that bars me to understand, is the story that it tries to tell.
I ponder.
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| Monday, 8-Dec-2008 16:18 |
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He Is Running Away, Perhaps
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That is me in the picture. Indulging myself with Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner. I have a lot of novels to begin with, and this is one of them. And I believe, only a handful have been read, the rest still wrapped in plastic, waiting to be torn apart.
The Kite Runner is such an amazing book. That I can't let this book off even for a pee. OK. I may a bit exaggerating, but this book is good.
And I hate Amir. I just do not have the answer to the question Why. Sometimes hating someone needs no reason. And now I hate Amir
I have to finish up this novel so I won't have no clear reason why I hate him in the first place.
The Kite Runner is available in the bookstore near you. Need not worry about the stock. Bestsellers are always available.
You can have my words.
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| Saturday, 4-Oct-2008 11:45 |
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This Window Sees No Light
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This window sees the light. From afar. But sometimes this window denies the privilege he possessed, the total joy of having the chance to see the trees outside grow, to see the wind blows hard and the resistance of staying put.
Or maybe the birds that fly by in front of him.
All these things could carve a cute smiley face on me, but you window, sulking for not having the chance to move. To see other things.
I learnt a lot from you. The lesson of life. How to accept something that has been written, though how hard you try to change it.
Sometimes, I came across that this is a sin we had committed. For thinking hard why our life to be like this. But, through times, this is maybe not. Maybe we are human. Or maybe because you can't think because you are nothing but a window.
Maybe I have to make myself think that this is what I have to do, since the day I was born.
Or since yesterday, the day the light has shrunken and dimmed and now gone.
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| Wednesday, 13-Feb-2008 07:35 |
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We ought to be stupid, somehow
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It was stupid when you thought that you have found someone that could draw a cute curvy smiley face on you; was someone that nothing less than a complete emotional burden that you have been trying to evade all this while.
Such occurence was so funny, we laughed at ourselves eventually.
I hate you F. For being someone that is totally different from what you used to be.
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| Monday, 11-Feb-2008 07:18 |
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Come back home
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It has been more than a week since you left. Everything goes haywire.
I need your magic touch.
The touch of Midas. The touch that can alter anything.
The touch that stops my tears from dripping.
I miss you
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