不说不代表不知道

不说不代表不知道.
不乞求不代表不想要.

i read this somewhere and this quote immediately made its permament mark in my mind.

words often only contribute to a small part of the message delivered. whereas other people prefer to hide their innermost desires to protect their hollow hearts.

stories behind each photo

i'm kind of bored right now. i have nothing to do, nothing to read, nothing to eat, nothing interesting to look at... btw i don't understand wtf my mum has to start storing all my novels in enclosed boxes way before we actually move to the new house. a tad irritated.

argh, but anw, in my quiet desperation to find stuff to do, i suddenly remembered a picture which haunted me and a lot more other people. the picture that won Kevin Carter the Pulitzer Prize in 1994:

depicting of the famine in sudan - vulture preying on a bone-thin baby girl as she struggled to make her way to the feeding centre.

fate of the baby girl is unknown. all kevin carter can do at that point of time is to drive away the vulture and watch her continue her struggle.

this photo struck a cord in everyone who sees it, forcing them to sympathise with the situation in sudan, somewhere so far, yet so near. it's a great accomplishment to able to hold the hearts of modern people who have been too preoccupied with their contemporary, materialistic lifestyle. yet this photo does not bode well for everyone. Kevin Carter commited suicide shortly after his award due to depression from a combination of different factors.

this struck me to think about how stories are being told in every photo and what actually goes on behind the scene. for a photo to be able to produce such a loud thump in people's hearts so distant from the situation, i can't imagine the magnification of the effect of the image on the photographer himself during his photographing. photography is not only about improvement of technique but also psychological struggle as the photographer has to be mentally strong to produce a mind-raging image, ready to tell the whole world a neglected story.

i sincerely hope that people will still keep this image and many others like the Afghan girl in their minds to remind them of the the less fortunate people in the world. and maybe start doing something for them. i know i will.

We don't want war- can't take no more
It's drastic time for sure
We need an antidote and a cure
Coz do you really think Mohammed got a problem with Jehovah
We don't want war ?imagine if any prophet was alive
In current days amongst you and I
You think they'd view life like you and I do
Or would they sit and contemplate on why
Do we live this way, act and behave this way
We still live in primitive today
Coz the peace in the destination of war can't be the way
There's no way, so people just be a woman, be a man
Realize that you can't change the world by changing yourself
And understand that we're all just the same
So when I count to three let's change

(taken from Union by BEP)

everything starts with the individuals

the effect of testosterone on a bunch of ... &*^($^@(^ girls

i'm super irritated and disgusted today in the office today. i was totally overwhelmed by the huge crowd in my office first thing in the morning due to the influx of new temp staff who will soon replace my fellow coworkers and i (haha. yeah right. like they can ever.)

i was feeling damn tired and having PWS (pre-work syndrome) and as usual was late for work. when i opened the door to my office (actually can't really call it office. it's not even a cubicle. what kind of fricking work area is this -.-), i was suddenly surrounded and drowning in a pool of strange homosapiens whom i haven't seen in my entire life. in addition, one of these fricking people occupied my seat. argh. what kind of shit is this. who is actually the one who can do productive things today. but, luckily, one of the supe decided to be 'zi dong' and move some of their temp staff somewhere to make space for us.

anyway, after a few months of having the big area to myself and my colleagues, we now have to share with a bunch of heavily-breathing and not-very-small-sized human beings. i feel damn irritated by the constant buzzing in the work area, the increase in temperature (due to body heat), limited work area and competition of the numerous lungs for oxygen.

and the worst thing is, my brain stopped working after the long break. which is technically my fault. but anyway, so i cannot get any of the things done.

that's not all.

there is an increasing trend of the volume of this constant buzz in the office with occasional laughter and giggling from the bitches during their luring of the prey into their fricking cannabalic mouths. bitches in heat seriously. that's what testosterone do to these creatures, *coughs* i mean people. omg. have they never seen boys, men, males(?) before. coming onto them like that. trying to attract attention of the XY-chromo by acting les... hugging each other... acting like they are spineless (maybe they are not even acting). wtf. and what kind of world is this. i was horrified by the degrading behaviour of certain bitches. talk about self-respect!!! they are the reason why some MCP think that all XX-chromo are sluts.

so in conclusion, i'm damn pissed. in addition i had my huge bout of pms and fatigue at the end of the day. the delay and photo-taking did not help (not that i'm complaining). sighs. it's just one of my lowest days.

btw, i can really sense my level of English proficiency dropping. argh. i will post the photos later.

sugar rush

WHEEEEE.... i'm damn high now from my sugar rush after my annual dinner!!!

guess what i had??

my FAVE - Orh-Ni!!!!! (yam paste) it's fricking nice...

gooey sweetness with little yam fibre. omgggg.... hahaha...

and i don't care how fattening it is. i had it only once a year anyway...

 

wahaha... and i had 3 servings!!! at the courtesy of those people who are kind enough to reject the dessert because of their own personal reasons... (i swear i did not put them up to it.)

LIFE ROCKS!!! 

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