 | About Me | May 22, 2007 |
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|  | Better late than never, beside I can't wait to show my december's pictures...
I have a studio session photos as well, but since i haven't seen the objects publish the photos, I'd rather not publish them here. So this is it for now. All of them taken during my quest for my own Mary McKear. Don't hurt your eyes, folks.
It’s a cold November
As the sea crashes in
But I still do remember
Though the memory grows dim
........
For all who have lived through
A life of regret
Who have need to remember
But try to forget
There’s a place in the distance
Whose future is clear
In the west, in Tir N'a Noir
- Vamp -
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| | This month was still the beginning phase of the swirling vortex of nightmares full of tears that decorated the journey of the ticking passing hands of time that pushing this skin-(and fat)-engulfed bones of mine ever forward. Oh, happy times..., and, believe you me, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
..............Just don't offer me free all-you-can eat buffet in Deanie's Seafood Bucktown, New Orleans.
Most of the shots are taken during PhotoMarathon. Took some pre-wedding shots for friends too this month, but can't show them here for now. Maybe next time. Or not, what do I care...
Dr. Jeffrey Pelt: I'm a politician, which means I'm a cheat and a liar, and when I'm not kissing babies I'm stealing their lollipops.
Classic
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| | Well, I was sleeping, so that would be my pathetic form of stringed alphabets that is an excuse for the lack of pictures. The truth is, I decided NOT to post many of the pictures I took this month. I have my reasons folks, and that is for me to know and for you to.. whatever.
'twas a tough month. Life changing, is an understatement.
Summer has come and passed.
The innocent can never last.
Wake me up,
When September ends.
As my memory rest,
But never forgets what I lost.
Wake me up,
When September ends.
Twenty years has gone so fast.
Wake me up when September ends.
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| | It's no surprise that I have more pictures to show this month. After all, I was blessed to have an empu went out with me during one of the day. I attempted to capture him in one of the shot, but of course, my camera wouldn't do justice.
Ion sure has some Parke lights. If your skin is thicker than mine, you'd have a blast there. And of course, some rock n rolla time, followed by the usual of being "voice-activated light stand".
Well, there were worse time.....
All alone in the twilight, I'm a shadow in the room
Time is my companion, but it turned its back too soon
Imagination will take me anywhere I want to go
But with my ballerina, both of us lost in a-
Love light from an old Roman candle
Midnight won't be the same
When I close my eyes
We're dancin' right into the flame
- Dancin' Right Into the Flame - Mr. Big -
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| | Well, I dunno!! That's a bummer, innit? Either it really was so silent, or I was indeed not paying any attention. I, of course, inclined more on the former.
I'm pretty sure I was out for a few days with my camera, but I dunno. Anyways...
'It's settled then', said October. 'Is there anything anyone would like to say before I begin?'
'Um. Yes. Sometimes,' said June, 'sometimes I think somebody's watching us from the woods and then I look and there isn't anybody there. But I still think it.'
April said, 'That's because you're crazy.'
(Neil Gaiman - October in the Chair)
Whatever. I wouldn't go a thousand times around the world, not even twice, actually. I would just use the power of the internet to say that she had been mine for - at least - a day.
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| | 'Twas a dark and stormy month, when a silhouette of the lone stranger cast its evil shadow against the light off the door frame....
Well, not really. In fact it was kinda so so and very usual month. He is not a stranger nor alone. His evil shadow is a bit questionable tho.
But surely I cant just write a dull month. No one would give this note a second glance then.
I admit there was a moment I was looking forward to, and short as it may be, 'twas a moment I enjoyed. No pictures of those moments for you, tho. Suckers!
she’s the meanest hag that has ever been
pulled out my insides with an old safety pin
now the light of day I no longer see
she stuck her voodoo pins where my eyes used to be
on a long lost day when you’re grey and old
you’ll be there remembering your old toy boy
when your only son’s wondering what to be
tell him the story of a boy like me
( -- Toyboy - Mika -- )
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| | Yeah, it's almost June, but so what.
April is a cruel time, even though the sun may shine
And world looks in the shade, as it slowly comes away
Still falls the April rain, and the valley's filled with pain
And you can't tell me quite why, as i look up to the grey sky
Where it should be blue
Grey sky where I should see you
Ask why, why it should be so
I'll cry, say that I don't know
Maybe once in a while I'll forget and I'll smile
But then the feeling comes again of an April without end
Of an April lonely as they come
In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine
But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun
And the springtime's the season of the night
(by the way, if you've never heard of that, you really should. Watch it here )
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| | I don't remember much about March. Heeey...., it rhymes!! Anyway, I think my attention span now is diminishing each day, I mean, I used to be able to focus more on stuff longer, but.., hey look!! Pretty birds!!
One thing for sure, I salute those who shots in film and still able to find some things in it that after spending some times developing it. I have problem after 40 days. Some of these photos looks pretty but meaningless. Oh wait, they are just pretty meaningless.
Self-whining and self-pity is ugly. Unless you're in high school or an Emo guy.
I am lost. I lost.
But I always finish what I sta...
Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
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| | Sigh, this is getting worse and worse. I only went out to take pictures for 4 days out of 28 days. At this rate, well... I dunno, I dont have any real target anyway. But I'm thinking of buying a pocket camera. Maybe I'll shoot more that way. Know any cheap LX3 anyone?
Beware. Some of the pictures here are not for wussies. So that covers almost all of you. But fear not, there are some sweeter things afterwards.
Where is that simple day
Before colors broke into shades
And how did I ever fade
Into this life
I never want to let you down
Forgive me if I slip away
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| | So, january came and gone.
Lots of things happened. Some good, some bad. Got a cake, and the fats it did to me. And, I shot models... oh... the horror... the horror!!!!! But for sure something happened in January that I like, tho it might bring me.. well, i dunno yet.
Anyway, here're some of the pictures. I dont like the cropping of the first 2 pictures, but I didnt have the correct lense when I took them (lame excuse, I know)
Anyway, for the mood, I'm torn between Tori Amos's Black Dove or Lifehouse's Blind. In the end, I use Tori's as title, and Lifehouse's as the ending.
I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as you turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried
I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like it was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor
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| | The sun set. Again. As usual. As always.
It set yesterday, and it'll set again tomorrow.
Each date is as good as any.
To sweep all the past mistakes under the rug;
Or gather them to be replayed and rehashed as we climb the the days and ages.
To cross the borders of uncertainties and convictions.
To know when to let hopes fly;
or get out while still can
and just walk away
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| | So I've been thinking about my own death lately. Yeah, I know, I'm a that bright f***ing ray of sunshine type...
Not sure what prompted it, I'm thinking it's probably the lack of (good) pictures that I was attempted to take lately. Yeah man, that's how powerful photography is, tee hee...
Anyway, I guess it's good to think about death sometime. made one look back I guess. At least that's what I did. See if we were living, or dying. And this reminds me of the story when Vasudeva was trying to calm Kamsa down. Kamsa was trying to kill Vasudeva's wife, Devaki, because he heard that Devaki's eight son will kill him one day. And Vasudeva said, "Why should you be so much afraid of death? Death is already born along with your birth. From the very day you took your birth, you began to die. Suppose you are twenty-five years old; that means you have already died twenty-five years....."
And by looking back, I can dream again, see where should I go next. I have miles to burn, and I'm thinking of using it before they're expired in april. I recently read about about Life List, notably of John Goddard. He, at the age of 15, listed 127 goals he wished to achieve. He called it 'My Life List'. Now, he achieved 109 of those goals.
How many have I got?
I don't even have one listed.... hey, I'm the type who made it up as I go, alright!
But fine, I'll put down 2 here. Hopefully I can tick these 2 by the end of 2009.
1. Swim with the whale shark
2. Put a pin on Nepal in Cities I've Visited.
Wish me luck!
... or better yet, send me money so I can do them...
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| | Sometimes I wonder why there are many classifications in the so called arts. There was a debate about Street Photography and what people think it is. I mean arts is so subjective, and when it all comes back to one's appreciations, why must it limit itself to certain fences?
I was asked whether i can play a guitar so that during a company Dinner and Dance I could play in a band. When I said I can play a little, they asked me if it's classical or electric... and I said, what's the different? I like Motley Crue and I'm hoping I could watch them next month, but that doesnt mean I dont like dangdut, especialy Sekedar Bertanya by Rini S (if anyone has the mp3, kindly send it to me).
Anyway, these photos are the one I like among the hundreds I took. With gratitude to Empu YKR, Maestro Ling2, and Depar Lautan Asmara who accompanied me during the walk.
Now excuse me while I sing....
wajah mu dulu berseri-seri
senyum mu, dulu manis sekali....
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| | Weekend and no news from the boys. I felt lost and abandoned. (yeah, f** you boys and the horse you rode on!!)
Bored, I grabbed that oh-so-frickin'-heavy-and-hardly-used tripod and head out to Punggol End. I almost fainted after 3 shots. Apparently, taking pictures with empty stomach in a 95% humidity is not good for me. So I got meself 2 cans of green tea, and then, vamonos!!
Scary is the kind of thoughts that could popped up when you are alone.
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W.B Yeats -
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PS: Ignore the last 2 nonexistence pictures. Just stoopid MP and my network acting up..... |
| | With undying gratitude, to RCTI, FN, mas RBI, jeng WY, lae TS, 'de PP, oom YKR, mbak NS, and many-many-many others.
Special thanks to Ling2 for the support. Your presence was sorely missed...
well, a little....,
actually, not at all. I was so happy I couldn't care less.... :-"
but nevertheless, the fifth picture from the last, i dedicate it to you.
All Rossa's pictures i dedicate them to meself :">
I try to picture the girl - Through a looking glass
And see her as a carbon atom - See her eyes and stare back at them
See that girl - As her own new world
Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe
And try to picture the man - To always have an open hand
And see him as a giving tree - See him as matter
's matter a fact he's not a beast - No, not the devil either
Always a good deed doer
And it's laughter that we're making after all
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| | "When I look back on my childhood I wonder how my brothers and I managed to survive at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood. The happy childhood is hardly worth your while"
- Frank McCourt in Angela's Ashes -
Fortunately, this boy had a happy childhood. Even if he seems to only had one t-shirt.........
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| | Finally, (almost) all the pictures are done. But nevertheless, this entry would mark the last part of my Moroccan Tale. I'll keep the others to myself or other websites.
I'd highly recommend this paradise city to anyone who's willing and able. If I can make my own fatwa, to go to this place will be one of my sunnah.
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
(Edgar Allan Poe)
So now..... where should I go next???
and, again,
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| | taking a break from the rest of morocco photos, here are some new piccies.
taken in Esplanade, Singapore.
as usual,
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| | well..., not really 'we'. Just me, my guide book, camera and cigarettes, with a healthy daily dose of mint tea, naturally.
Still have a few photos left, so this is just the first part. I'll upload the other batch as and when i feel like it.
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| | Marrakech (مراكش), known as the "Red City" or "Al Hamra".
I love this place. The feeling is best described by Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young)
I've been saving all my money just to take you there.
I smell the garden in your hair.
Take the train from Casablanca going south,
blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m m m m mouth.
Colored cottons hang in the air,
charming cobras in the square.
Striped djellebas we can wear at home.
Well, let me hear ya now.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express.
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express.
I'll be back. Insya Allah.
Shukran
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