Hihi!

Am sorry for the long disappearance. And the lame title. But heck, the turtle that looks like squirtle from Finding Nemo looks like it has something to say so i might as well caption it that way.

Anyway, life has been pretty hectic. Have been spending too much time indoors basking under the shine of florescent lighting, staring at magic boxes that light up, learning to smile at shit, procrastinating on doing the things I am passionate about and trying to find excuses to explain the procrastination.

You can choose to ignore the above paragraph if you find it too vague for your liking. Ok, I will be less vague this time.

So how am I?
I am ok.
Not doing awesome, but not on the verge of bungy jumping with raffia string off KLCC either.
What am I doing?
Currently I am blogging.
Who am I doing?
Oh come on what kind of question is this? Celibacy til I get my degree swt.

There. Classic questions over and done with. Now I'm gonna leave you people with snippets of life, since pretty pictures make me happy. Hope it has the same effect on you all too :)

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START

The result of all the random spray can testing in Jusco. So pretty no?

My shoes were so clean they started GLOWING.
Taken in kfc while waiting for my lunch plate- for dinner.

Communication, old school and not so old school.

No detours here.

Jangan Pandang Belakang.
(No, she wasnt picking her nose)

Public displays of plastic affection.

o.0
I was telling my sister my new dream job now is to be an ikea furniture designer.

Puma wtf.
This is the kitten me and my sister catnapped from our neighbour cause it was sooo cute. (sorry!- in my own defense, we did put it back again the next day)

Color coordination. They rocked it.
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END.

It doesnt matter if you were black or white.

Many people live their lives standing in line.

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You were special.

Biru.

Sometime ago.

The sky, the umbrella and me were one. We were all blue and empty.
By meikwong, 21 year old professional mickey mouse impersonator from malaysia.

Umbrella- 5 bucks bought from this lady from lrt cause it was raining and I forgotten to bring my umbrella. Formal top- 27 Jusco. Scarf- 12 Bought by someone else for presentation. Bag- 50 Jusco. Jeans- Levi skinny cut 47 Levi's Warehouse Sale. Heels 20 Kuantan Parade. Belt free mom's. Bracelet 10 Random accesory shop.

Was feeling rather artsy and expressive.

Now.
I dont feel so blue anymore :)

Peace.

Unphotographable

Lately there has been this deluge of pictures here. Although I had always had an affinity with words, which is odd, considering I still cant tell the difference between simple past perfect tense, past prefect tense and whatnot, I find that there are some things that happened and is happening in my life which I cant truly express in words here. Coherency failed.

Sounds vair melodramatic i know. Yawn.

Anyway, this post is dedicated to the power of words and pictures. Different forms of expression, each effective in different ways, depending on how it is used and the skill of the user. Since I do not want to
1) talk about myself
2) berplato kao kao.
3) bitch about people
4) be vain

So...here are some unphotographable moments I came across recently.Here goes.

This is a picture I did not take of an old hobo lying on his box, on the sidewalk of a road during a heavy thunderstorm. There was lightning. A blurry of movements belonging to heavy traffic in the background. A few people under colorful umbrellas with hurried footsteps and crouched backs rushed by, oblivious of a homeless man lying alone in the rain, staring at the sky with an expression of utter hopelessness.

This is a picture I did not take of a couple from the back view in a crowded shopping mall during a weekend, their hair were silver with age and balding in places. The man walked with a slight hunch. Yet, their fingers intertwine each other, both their forth fingers spotting identical wedding rings. Timelessness at its best.

This is a picture I did not take of a single mother who was walking along with her three kids in park on a public holiday, they were all wearing identical and extremely gawdy pokemon t shirts, eating ice cream, smiling and laughing, oblivious to the weird stares everyone was giving them due to their weird fashion sense.

The truth is that, I could spend the day people watching, not talking to anyone, and still be perfectly contented. It beats spending a whole day in the company of people who stay together because they are too scared to be seen alone, too insecure to want people's acknowledgment on the things they do, too blind to realize that half the things they do arent really what they want-they are just pleasing the people around them.

Sometimes, I think we are all in a rat race with lost sheep. Ironic.

Reflect.

New places, new faces and empty spaces.
Does it always have to be like this?

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