Philosophy Meets Art.

Death

2011-09-29T03:42:00.003+08:00

"You might be humble,
you might have grace.
But everyone's equal,
In Death's embrace."

"08-11" Finally Reaches The Dead End

2011-07-28T22:53:00.003+08:00

I had been keeping a journal all this while and I named it recently: "08-11". Got it since 2008 and began writing my visions and reminiscence on it and ended it in 2011. Looking back at it shows how immature I used to be and how different a person I had become. I used to be so radical in my first few entries and gradually, I became a little softer.

I should say I am grateful for my past actions to not just tear away the pages if it doesn't suit my thinking anymore. It's good to keep my mistakes in "08-11".

I ranted about religious issues, moral issues and even political issues from 2008 to 2009. Stopped my writing along the year and began again in 2010. Few entries did changed my life. As a tribute for this trusty keepsake of mine, I will include some of the most interesting excerpts found within the vaults of "08-11".

"Don't be afraid if you had been stepped on for your stages of mistakes. You can be sure that once you step out of your mistakes, you will fly above those who once stepped on you." - Butterfly, 25 October 2009.

"I promise that I'll win this war, for my family and for God." - Redeeming My Life, 9 December 2009.

"We can never appreciate the works of art the same way as how the creator did." - Literature, 13 August 2010.

"You don't continue your game of poker with small hands with no pairs. You don't love if you know eventually you're going to break up." - The Art of Folding, 20 April 2011.

"There are no good or bad endings, just the survival of our souls." - How a Good Ending Should Be, 18 May 2011.

"So, goodbye for now, my fellow readers. I am sure you will see me again." -The Final Step of My First Endeavour (Last Entry), 24 July 2011.

The First Roll

2011-06-25T22:53:00.007+08:00

Attention, Sir Pok Deng. The Holga 135BC photos that you had requested is finally here!

Analogue Love

Description: This is by far my favourite photo. If you noticed, there's half frame of light leak and a photo of a yawning cat in the cage. Actually this was not intended, but sometimes unexplainable things happen with Holga.

Yellow Beetle

Description : Nothing much to say about this one, really. Walked around the neighbourhood and snapped this up. Went against multi-exposing it, and I had never regretted the results.

Signboard

Description : Shot this in anger when I realized I didn't wind the film roll properly, causing the whole 36 shots in the roll to be wasted.

Not bad for my first roll of Lomography CN 400. So far, the thing that I've learned is: Never shoot Holga indoors unless you have a flash unit. Nuff said.

For more photos, visit: Bodography's Analogue Love

Holga 135bc

2011-06-16T08:08:00.002+08:00

Just got myself a Holga 135bc! Don't disturb, I'm still celebrating my holidays with this baby. =P

Roaming The Streets

2011-04-13T10:30:00.009+08:00

For this semester break, my parents promised to bring us out for a trip somewhere. And true enough, they kept to their words. We roamed the night streets at Jonker Street, Malacca when I was inspired to capture some street photographs with my new Prime Nikkor Lens 35 mm. Not having enough guts to capture people in almost point blank range (it's 35 mm, after all), I kinda failed at getting any good portraits of total strangers.

Lubitel 2

Description : Found this little baby in a second hand stall. In case you didn't know, this is a 60 years old TLR (Twin Reflex Lens) Camera and my brother had always wanted one of these. It was sold for RM150 there. Not having enough money that time, I asked permission from the vendor to take a photo of this before parting with it, giving up the chance to own it forever.

Siblings

Description : Sometimes, focusing too much on capturing photos during your holiday trip ruins your best memories of the trip. It is better to make memories than to record memories.

Stranded

Description : We were sitting in our car, waiting for the traffics to subside when I spotted this car stranded on the road. Having nothing to do at the time, I snapped it up. It was nothing good when I look at the LCD screen that time. But after I plugged my SD card into my laptop and began cropping it, I see a glimpse of perfection. Edited a little to make it look vintage, it is indeed a pretty sight! What a beautiful mistake.

Well, nothing much had happened during this semester break except coaching the KISAS drama team and also this trip to Malacca. Well, I'm looking forward for the semester to start already.

"The Gods Had Spoken"

2011-03-15T23:08:00.001+08:00

My mum always have the habit of visiting the Chinese temple for some fortune-telling annually. Not to say superstitious, but she abides by Karl Marx's law, something about "opiate of the masses". My siblings and I often hear what and what not to do every year from the Chinese gods. And I often roll my eyes every time my mum read out the fortunes to us.

But this year's fortunes are a little bizzare . You might want to know what I got for this year. As my mum read out the slip, I was told not to mess around with somebody else's girlfriend. My brother and I laughed out loud at that. Funny crap. I don't think I have any crush this year. Not yet. Thank you very much.

The second paragraph astounded me. A lot. It's not even about what or what not to do anymore. It's a compliment. From the gods. About my short stories. Even my mother doesn't know that I write short stories.

"He have great skills for writing stories and he possesses a bright future with that skill."

There you go. Direct quotation.

I never really believed in gods and I am a firm believer in monotheism because I am not capable of pleasing too many gods. But this compliment coming out from the fortune-teller, it's funny. Almost too funny.

I guess that's true. They are indeed the opiate of the masses.

I found comfort in those compliments.

But for that heads-up about "someone else's girlfriend"......

Friends

2011-03-06T18:57:00.011+08:00

Friends are your best photographic subjects. They are not shy or nervous, sometimes they give you great ideas for new techniques. It's always a part of my routine to bring along my camera whenever I hang out. God knows if I'll miss any new masterpieces if I don't.

Ahmadiliman

Description: I was asked by the Layla-Majnun Costume team to take a picture of each and every cast for the play. After assessing all of the shots, this one is my favourite, Ahmadil's portrait - depicting Zahran the stuttering poet. Somehow, he brought in the character as he posed for this shot.

Muhammad Danish

Description: We were in one of the classes in the Social Science Faculty when I tried to bokeh the light in the backgrounds, then ideas started to expand as I pulled in my friend, Dan into the class and light him up with the fluorescent lights. A little set-up to make the light bokeh to seem like coming out of his ears, and the shot was taken.

Siti Humairah

Description: Siti brought her little hamster (Whatever their ages are, they're still little) to our showtime for the Layla-Majnun play in DBKL. Armed myself with a prime 50 mm lens, I took the shot after arranging the frames. The low light condition forced me to jack up the ISO, creating some nice effect in this photo.

As An Assistant Director

2011-03-02T05:17:00.005+08:00

Nearing the end of the whole 10 weeks of grueling hard work in preparing this play, I (as always) encountered some shit-talks about me not doing my job as an Assistant Director. Shit-talking is just common, particularly in my group of friends.

On the first week of preparing the play, the scriptwriter team bashed their head on the scripts and the storyline. Ideas were evaluated, some small details were taken, big details are scrapped. So I told my director that I would finish the storyline myself and submit to the lecturers tomorrow.

I designed the story to be narrated by a mother to her child (Later changed to grandfather to his granddaughter)

And true enough, the lecturer said she would accept some of my scenes into the play. I was proud, but really, I'm writing this to prove my point. I did something. Especially some of the actors who complained about my 'idleness' had their chance to shine in the scene created by me. That is what pisses me off, honestly. Put yourself in my shoes and you would know.

I was there every night to discuss about how to arrange the scenes. I was there to facilitate and control the actors whenever the director is discussing the technical aspects of the play: lighting, sound, stage.

It's just sissy move to say all this when we're nearing the end of the play, I don't even have the chance to do anything about it because I was focusing on the big show itself. I controlled all these anger and frustration to preserve the team's morale and ensure this will be their best memories in Unisel.

You're joking, you're joking. Same old things to say. But I do take jokes seriously, pardon me.

Shatish Selvarajah, Zharif Iskandar, Ahmadiliman. You know what I'm talking about.

"In the end, we might emerge with a masterpiece and all of us didn't do shit." - The 'lazy-ass' Assistant Director

Layla Majnun Theatre - Post-Mortem

2011-02-19T20:30:00.002+08:00

Not more than 20 weeks ago, I found myself and the bunch of scriptwriters arguing and brainstorming about the Layla-Majnun play. Tonight, I found the whole crew walking past the audiences while they clapped and cheered for us. Like all success, there had to be sacrifice. Everybody encounters their own problems. Each and every department had their own forms of crises.

But I admit that we've a lot of fun too. We've shared our laughs with people of different classes and semesters, this assignment brought us together. I've had my fair share of laughs too. Taking pictures of my teammates who were sleeping, or while they were eating. And sometimes not to mention the moment where they started to make weird faces.

I'm the guy to be 'feared' by the actors and the actresses in the Layla-Majnun play. As one of them complains, "Everytime we see Chan, we'll get dragged into PG2 (Rehearsal Room)."

It's not easy to control a bunch of actors who are hyperactive. I lost my energy even before the rehearsal starts.

To end this, I would like to thank my lecturers, Madam Zarihan and Zainon and our senior, Praveen for coordinating the dance moves. Without them, this play wouldn't have happened.

As for actors and actresses, let's hope that the next time I see you, I won't have to drag you into PG2 again.

P.S.: This post was created 2 days ago and was set to auto-post. I did this because I knew I'd be busy with the Theatre. And also because I knew you guys would succeed.

Candid Power!

2011-01-08T21:39:00.009+08:00

People always hate getting their photos secretly taken. Imagine one day at an event nobody seems to point camera at you, the next day, you see yourself tagged in someone's photos in Facebook. Most people hate that. I'm the type of person that likes to do candid photos. In my humble opinion, people will look the best in their natural form. You don't wanna start making weird faces the moment you realize somebody is taking your photos. I will literally walk away if my 'cover' was blown.

"Demented"

Description : I was doing my job as a telephoto shooter in my wedding job when I snapped this up the moment this child is getting on with her life. So far, this became one of my hottest photographs in my album.

"Decision"

Description : This one was captured in my Theatre Class. My director was briefing on the plots and storyline of the Laila-Majnun play. He slightly looked to his back to see if he still commands the attention of the class, that's when I recorded this 'momentous' and 'epic' incident.

"Joy"

Description : Both of my clients applied for a portraiture session with my photography company, TrueMoment. They were told to just sit together and regard it as a date between both of them. They find it hard to swallow at first, but when they're really hitting it off, that's when I captured this true moment. Now there's some truth for ya!

There's a distinctive line between 'candid photography' and 'stalker photography' though, just be careful not to cross the line. =D

Social Awkwardness

2010-12-10T18:56:00.002+08:00

Humans are social beings, without communication, they'll go out of their mind. But I think I'm already out of my mind figuring out social living. I loathe the feeling of sitting next to a stranger, making small-talks to live another day. I'm a shy character. Almost too shy.

Typical gesture I would have made is tick-tacking away the hours with my handphone while on the table with the stranger. Don't laugh. We do that most of the time. We don't really have anything to do with our phones. We were just checking our old inbox, ridiculous enough to laugh at some old messages to pretend we were having some pleasant conversation with our imaginary friend. Then we would look up to see our strangers doing the same thing.

People would name me a sociopath. I do enjoy my moments without some strangers to share it with. Forgive me for having no small-talks ability. I would let hours hover away before I had the courage to say "so...." followed up with "how's life?" or "have you eaten?". I am just that pathetic.

I do have the problem with my hearing whenever I'm with a stranger. I have always perceived the wrong question, only to be embarassed later for answering with a ridiculous answer. The stranger asked me "How's study?", and I would answer "I'm single". I would have a head-knocking session when I got home that night. Later I'll blame fate for putting me in the position of such awkwardness.

There you have it. My biggest shame. I would not admit I'm a sociopath. I had always become a good friend to those I knew. My social circle might be small. At least I have a social circle. Mua. Ha. Ha.

How Do You Like It?

2010-12-06T16:34:00.003+08:00

Vote for it, sil vous plait.

Telling The Truth

2010-11-20T11:01:00.007+08:00

My photographic skill (if I had any) revolves around my childhood photos. Pretty much inherited from my mom. She doesn't care much about the angles or any sort of skills. Well, you know old cameras don't have much options for you to edit or HDR. The photos popped straight out of the printer and into the album. That's what I like about old photos. It's all about telling the truth.

Photographs that we usually took were our truth. Everything in it registers into your mind as if you were being told a short story. I had one embarrassing childhood photo of me clutching my pants, crying. I was naked then. When I looked back into the photo, it gave me flashback of what happened that day. And I don't think I should tell you what happened.

Photoshopping and HDR-ing may change a crappy photo into a masterpiece, but really, it conceals the truth and replaced it with some illusion for the viewers to like. As far as I'm concerned, that's not a skill. A photographer should produce photographs, not illustrations.

I don't really aim for comments such as, "Nice!" or "It's beautiful!" but I would prefer the viewers to tell their own story in the comment box. It's safe to assume that I'm the rare breed of photographers that attempts to put meaning into their works.

Perhaps this is just an excuse for me to skip my Photoshop lessons.

The Birthday Grinch

2010-11-09T17:49:00.002+08:00

I don't know about you guys, but every time when my birthday draws near, I'll have some kind of unsettling sensation in my stomach. Nervous. I think it's because I am trying to anticipate the surprises my family had in store for me. Not to mention the eggs and flour from my crazy friends. Thank God I don't get to celebrate my birthday in my hostel this semester. Photos of me covered in flour would certainly circulate around Facebook for weeks.

I loathe the awkward moment where you wake up in the morning of your birthday and get everyone in the house giving you 'Happy Birthday'. And also the moment where you're sitting like an idiot while waiting for your family and friends to finish up the 'Happy Birthday' song. Unfortunately, in my family tradition, they'll sing the song in Mandarin, English and Cantonese. So imagine that.

I don't really get birthdays, you know? It's just the day in which we were born. I don't do much awesome stuff so far in my life, never even changed the world one bit. Why should I 'celebrate' my birthday? And why the hell would I need presents for? People seems to exaggerate events. I wouldn't mind if somebody would give me presents, but giving others presents on their birthday makes me question the significance of that. (You can hate me now)

Aside from all that, I do appreciate birthday cakes.

And that will never change.

We do love our birthdays when we're kids

The Unwanted Visitor

2010-10-02T13:07:00.002+08:00

I just came back from a painstaking night class, in fact, it's a test. Reaching for my key to enter the hostel, there's an unwanted visitor greeted me at the door.

"Meow."

It's a little kitten. He's been there since last week, and stayed in my block without ever leaving it. He played around my feet and attempted to punch my socks. I opened the door and let him in. Upon entering, he clawed around with my housemate's wet clothes hanging by the chair. Lucky we have no sofas in our hostel. He seems very thin and somehow was telling me to feed him.

I've withdrawn my fibre biscuits and crushed it for him to chew, all the while telling him if he was not going to eat it, I'm about to strangle him. I put the bits on the floor, he just sniffed around it before playing with my feet again. Fibre biscuits ain't cheap, y'know?

I let him play around my house and my housemate prepared him some tap water, he sipped it and continued his exploration in my living room. He seemed like trying to look for something in my house. He was so indulged in sniffing at every object he found, he even entered my toilet.

I've been a dog person for a while now, I have no idea cats would be so entertaining. Just outside the door, there's some discarded chilis on the floor. He sniffed at it as I smirked at him. As if he would eat that. He swallowed all the chilis before I could blink an eye. He prefered trash over my domesticated fibre biscuits. That 'picky' fellow.

After he had his 'chili con carne' outside my door, I decided that I should have some rest. I let him out and closed the door. As I was laying on my bed, the thought of that little kitty made me smile. The thought of whenever I opened my door in the morning, he'll be there, reaching for my socks.

A Cameraman, Not a Photographer

2010-09-28T21:27:00.006+08:00

It's been almost a year since I've owned a camera. Anybody can own a DSLR these days, anybody stands the peer pressure of other DSLR/SLR purists pointing fingers at you to tell you how bad you are. How you wasted your money and not producing a masterpiece. Listen, as an outcast to an outcast (if you're one), don't listen to them. You find your own style. I've found mine. And it's not typical. It's funny to think how certain 'photographers' can say that when they don't even own a DSLR. Get a camera if you want one, and unleash your own stroke of art.

Okay, sad stories aside. Last weekend I just got my first wedding photography job! It was an eye-opener, and it's not an easy job either. I held a 70-200 mm on my D5000. My arms still ache from its weight until now. For my first job, I got RM50. I don't really pay attention to that, really. Experience are much more valuable.

Description : With a telephoto lens, any distant moments can be captured. The groom is wiping away the bride's sweat (not tears, mind you). It seems very conceptual and meaningful, as the baby was crying while the groom is wiping the bride's tears (as what our eyes perceived).

Description : The two kids were just about to meet for the first time as the boy made an aggresive move to pinch the girl's face. With a mix of luck, voila!

Description : That's a fat chance for any photographer or cameraman to do this kind of composition. They need to spot the moment quick, and adjust their cameras. In this case, I applied the Rule of Third while praying that the girl would stay on the baby's cheek a little longer.

That's a few teaser photographs I've decided to release, the rest will go straight to the photobook, specially to the clients. Improve my asset by giving me suggestions, will ya?

A Debut

2010-09-17T12:53:00.008+08:00

It's been a long time since I've posted my photos out here. For the past few months, I have been traveling a lot and had the luxury to point my camera here and there. So, these are my latest production. Oh, and by the way, I have started being a part-time wedding photographer. And if any of you trust my skills, you can always holler and try me. Thanks!

Prison

Description : Went along the jetty of Pulau Ketam, Klang. The position of the sun and the wires caught my eyes, so I made the wire into silhouette, as it covered the blue cloudy skies.

Affection

Description: I was hanging out at my hometown in Pahang as two of my uncle's dogs traded affection in front of me. As I was cleaning out my lens filter at that time, it was pretty convenient for me to point the camera at them and click.

Birthday Present

Description: My classmates and I were at the Uptown in Damansara to celebrate Jack's - the one who was holding the light - birthday. This was also the first time I've ever done the CLS method. Credits to Nana for actually capturing this photo for me.

That's it. Three of the finest photos hand-picked by me. I do hope I've shown improvement. Thanks for reading!

The Bad Photo

2010-08-31T04:45:00.008+08:00

My right brain (The creative side) is set to overdrive lately. Projects and ideas are coming in and out of my head. Two days ago I was setting up my tripod and my camera for the project "In Death We Embrace". In this photo, I will include myself and a girl, dancing passionately with a knife in my hand.

I couldn't seem to get the 'dancing passionately' right. Because the female model was my sister. Imagine trying to act as a lover to your own sister.

Shots after shots were taken. The angle was right, the aperture was right. The only problem with the photo is emotions. I don't have emotions.

It finally occurs to me that I do need a lover. I need a soulmate whom I can disagree to the world with. The photo taken were never meant to be published. The project was scrapped.

Everyone need to open themselves to romance perhaps?

Do I sound desperate?

Black & White Contest

2010-08-30T03:37:00.002+08:00

Description: My entry for the Photography Contest by CreativeHeart. Let the beauty of simplicity wins. =)

To my readers, I have a favor to ask. The name below must join this contest too:

1) ToM KiDDo
2)Nana Fedrin
3)Ahmad Faiz Mohd

The winner gets Ka-Ching. For more information, look at the sidebar.

Hmmm.....

2010-08-24T04:52:00.001+08:00

A new blog header comes to mind...

Whenever Rain Comes, Someone Dies

2010-08-13T15:30:00.000+08:00

I woke up from drips of water that landed on my face. It was raining outside my window. I sat on the bed for a long time, rubbing away my sleepy face. Next to me is my laptop, and no one else was there. My friends were gone to enjoy their weekend of mid-term break. I stared around my hostel room and realized it was already dark, provided that it's still 3.30 PM.

Then I realized something else. Would it be like the horror movies: Whenever rain comes, someone dies? Is there someone hiding in my closet? Is it even human?

I prayed, and I prayed, hoping the rain will go away. I hope my parents would come fetch me earlier than any other day.

I would be a complete idiot if I turn on the lights since it's still noon. But it was already dark, and my manliness is at stake. I would laugh at myself for turning on the lights at 3.30 PM.

But today is a big exception. Today is Friday the 13th.

One push of my finger and the light is on.

P.S: I haven't open my closet yet.

The Cockroach Hunter

2010-07-13T12:19:00.006+08:00

I'm coined as 'cockroach hunter' in my cockroach-infested hostel. Yeah, my friends respect me for my cockroach killing methods. They can wake me up from my afternoon slumber just to hunt a baby cockroach running around in their room.

On one unfortunate night, I hunted down 3 or 4 cockroaches in half an hour. So I tried to find out where is the source of those cockroaches, they should have a 'home' somewhere, right? I figured it to be a large gaping hole above my housemate's bed. Imagine sleeping there and suddenly a cockroach flew down, landing in your mouth. How awesome is that?

I decided to save my friend's life, so I went up the bed with a bug spray. What would you do if you saw a cockroach standing idly by a hole and you were holding a bug spray that time? Spray it! And so I sprayed, and sounds of banging and scratching was heard in that hole, as if there are another giant cockroach in it. Before finding out what was it, I jumped down from the bed and crashed my head on the rack by accident but because of sudden rush of adrenaline, I feel no pain at all. My housemates were running for their lives because they were sitting in that room. One of my housemates even closed the door on another friend because whatever it is, it won't come out to find us. Only the poor guy in that room will suffer.

After things settled down, my friends opened the door to check out what happened in that room. There were feathers all over, so I figured that a pigeon misunderstood my spray as a hiss of -you know- snakes? The worst part is, the pigeon did not land down properly. It hit the fan before crash landing to the floor. The pigeon is still moving, but there were stomach all over under my friend's bed.

It was sad knowing that one of us have to perform a 'coup de grace' on that little bird. My friend carried the bird and put him down next to the surau, with hope that the pigeon will die a natural death. Why the surau, you ask? Because the area in surau is empty and there's no people passing by there. You wouldn't want other mischievious human to harm that poor little bird. After we cleaned up the blood pile in the room, I saw the little cockroach, still kicking the air.

I took up my friend's sneaker, and gave the cockroach a final blow.

The 'Chinese' In Me

2010-06-28T04:10:00.005+08:00

Gosh, it's so hard for me to be recognized as Chinese people these days. When I entered a store, usually a Chinese promoter would ask me, "nak cari apa bang?" Do I look not Chinese enough, or do they need me to wear a T-shirt saying: "I'm a Chinese!"?

I've even tried to make this 'masquerade' to a better use, like when I'm purchasing something from Low Yat. It's fun to catch some sellers trying to hide some bargains, or perhaps when they're discussing about selling me a rip-off. I saved most of my friend's life from purchasing crap items from Chinese sellers because I eavesdropped on their discussions.

I know I studied in Sekolah Kebangsaan, and I'm rich with cultures of Malay and Indians; but I don't think it will change my Chinese looks.

To make things worse, I'd make a crappy first impression when I'm trying to pick up Chinese chicks. It's not that I've tried that, but I can tell from their looks. Makes me wonder whether I'll be marrying a Chinese girl or not.

To my relief, recently a guy finally spoke to me in Cantonese in a shop. I ended up purchasing something from his store for the sake that he recognized my Chinese looks.

How can I make myself to look more 'Chinese'? Don't enlighten me about the 'eyes' stuff. Tried that and it's not working.

On second thought, I'm proud for my multicultural background. I fulfiled the 1Malaysia agenda!

Making my Chinese Face

Cooking Is The New Cool

2010-05-26T18:29:00.005+08:00

Boredness sometimes get to me, y'know. You'll never know what I'm gonna do when I'm bored. The craziest I'd ever do when I'm bored is reciting all those slogans of cigarette ads. The less crazy, well, is cooking. To hell with what you're thinking! Guys who cook are romantic, alright?

You have been forewarned, although the foods I made seems attractive, but it is not necessarily edible. Get what I mean?

Grape-Apple Jumble

Description: This is a pretty lazy method to prepare. Cut apples, pluck some grapes and melt some chocolates and jumble it up. To put more taste, I dripped some lemon juice into the jumble then poured the chocolate sauce atop to decorate. I have doubts about lemon + chocolate at first, but it turned out great! Try and do it. Best if you mix more fruits into it, don't pick durians though.

Heavy Duty Tuna Sandwich

Description: There's a reason why I called it 'heavy duty", it's rich with nutrition! For each sandwich, I put 3 lettuce leaves, 4 slices of tomatoes, 2 slices of cucumber, and lots of onions. For the tuna, I mixed it with olive oil. Toast the bread, and started assembling the pieces of the mouthful of nutrition. Yum!

Super Scrambled Eggs Set

Description: This is the biggest leap of faith I took here. I have no idea on how to make scrambled eggs and cook baked beans. Threw 2 eggs and crushed it, put some tomatoes and onions alongside with it. Later, I drained the water from the can of baked beans and spill it into the wok. Damn, I have no idea that it will pop like popcorns. A few landed on my arms as I screamed for help. Put a few slices of onion into the mixture. After arranging it on the plate, I dropped a few drips of lemon into the dish (Pardon me, I love lemons!)

There you have it. These are the things I've done throughout the semester break, cooking and making my own dishes. Hey, I shouldn't be expecting my future wife to cook everything for me, right?

The Most Memorable Dream Ever

2010-05-06T22:31:00.009+08:00

I was standing beside a girl whom I don't even know who she was. Beyond us was a landscape worth going to when you are dating someone. There was a few moments of silence, before one of us broke it.

"Our life might end tonight. But will you still be my wife in the next life?" I finally said, as if I can predict what would happen next that will claim our life.

"Of course, darling. I will be waiting for you in the next life." She said, smiling at me.

I tried hard to remember her face before the dream fades. Then I woke up.

I failed to remember any other details that night. This would be the story I will tell on my wedding day.