take 1, camera~

I bought a camera 3 months ago, but never really got the chance to use it. Its not because of lacking of worth while event, most of the time is due to the fact that i am too use to the life of getting thumb drive from other cameraman and i just cant remember to bring my camera to any event. Furthermore, i have yet to master the camera.

As i was looking at the waterfall pictures, satisfied with my learning process of how to snap a waterfall to my liking, i saw this picture laying there.

i've almost forgotten to dedicate this first ever picture taken by this camera to you. My bad my dear friend.Nice teeth you got here :)

Dont worry, nobody would know your height from this picture, so i'm sure nobody can recognize you :)

Cry me a waterfall

Like most people, i do like waterfall, but was never a fanatic. Went to a waterfall for the 2nd time in half a year time. It doesn't sounds like a lot of time, but knowing the fact that i only been to any waterfall less than 10 times in 24 years, this is pretty frequent.

Like the previous round, i got bitten by leeches. Luckily, non of them got my crucial part like what they did the last round. 11 bitten marks, injured knee and elbow, and sunburn-shoulder is what i got this round of 2 days 1 night waterfall expenditure.

shy to admit that this is actually the first time i ever sleep in a tent inside deep jungle. I seriously cant remember if i was really that hardworking that i have no time to join any scout, St john or Kadet Remaja. But ya, i did not join any of those kind and had not been camping over spooky forest before.

Luckily, i went with veterans that make setting up tent, cooking, and setting up fire as effortless as farting. So i had like a feast in the middle of nowhere, and start to wonder if i actually joint a weight-gain camp.

The waterfall was great, and the absence of other mankind make it even greater. After all, not many people willing to walk through the jungle and hills for 3 hours just to play in the waterfall when you can have it anytime in Sunway Lagoon.

the sound of pouring waterfall is seriously refreshing, especially when you rest on a hammock, slowly swing yourself, and close your eyes and relax. When you rest enough, open up your eye, and you'll see the beautiful waterfall continue handsomely stood in front of you and greet you with the splashing water sound.

many people seek traveling as a form of rejuvenation, but seriously, you can easily do it within KL. For some reason, i've been appreciating Malaysia particularly Klang Valley much more than a year ago when i just got back from the 'pure' land. To be exact, i've never love more than what i am feeling right now towards this land in my whole humble life.

I'm a man, I'm a soul. I've got lots of place to go, but i do know, this is the place that i want to grow old.

This is my home.

you've got mail

today when i open up m y facebook homepage, i was surprised to find a small little '5' written in superscript next to the 'inbox' button. I was happy. After reading the message, i happily reply to the correspondent, and then i calm down and ask myself, hey, arent this feeling nostalgic?

I used to have 3 pen-pal at the same time. I'm still keep some of their letters, but most of it had been scribbled and thrown away by my second cousin ( who is currently taking up my old room and happily take out all the letters, stamp and photos inside my drawer. oh no...dont remind me about my precious stamp...)

Here's the thing, during that time, i actually received real letter. No e, just mail. Although one of the guy handwriting is ugly enough to beat me, but i still enjoy reading it. I can feel their handwriting, feel the uneven surface of the letter as a result of writing, coffee and water marks that left down by them, and most of all, the fragrance from the letter and ink (obviously another 2 pen-pals are female, i may be young, but i still know i preference).

The letter is so alive that quite often i will start imagining how he or she looks like when they were writing it. during that time, house's letterbox is the first place i rush to whenever i got home from school. If i did receive a letter, i will rush to my room, turn on my air-con, and start reading it on my bed. After reading it, i will start blaming the letter for so short (although sometime it was like 3 pages long in A4 size)

then i will start thinking what to reply while i was eating lunch. After shower i will then start writing down and send the letter out on the next day. Then i will start the routine again of checking the letter box. The moment of receiving letter is really great, and the waiting period make it greater. As much as i know that it would at least take 6 days for a reply letter to send back to me, but i still anticipate it to arrive on the 2nd days and not feeling disappointed if it did not happen

For some reason, all these delay actually make lots of thing more beautiful than it is. i am far more excited to receive mail than email. I am missing someone in oversea more than another one that i know i can catch them in MSN anytime. i have more dreams on Tibet and Mongolia than Paris that can be found in any webpage or even movies.

sending and receiving email is so easy that it lost the beauty of delay. What's worse than that is that you know email only have 5 second delay, and the only explanation that no reply was given is because the recipient is not replying. the waiting of reply would be painful instead. and the prompt reply is not exciting because it is suppose to be that way.

nevertheless, thanks to the laziness, prompt reply still surprise and make some people happy, because you are one of the rare species that actually bother reply upon finish reading...

although i dont believe in horoscope, and i am beg to defer about how Pisces are romantic people, i am a person that don't mind writing love letter to the special one. Some girl might fall for it, but for my case, i'm just enjoying the anticipation of receiving a smiley letter in return.

road less taken

After living in this world for 24 years, with 5 years of dunno what's going on, and probably another 15 years of knowing-what's-going-on but-who-cares life, i think i may have problem pointing out if i have done anything right.

since secondary school, i would join anything that i felt is cool or right, then took up some supporting role that make myself/ppl that i'm kinda important but as a matter of fact didnt exactly do much. Even when i was asked to choose a post i am interested in the kelab during secondary school, i chose Vice President with no hesitation. I told them that i may not be a good leader, but i am definitely a good supporter. Come to think of it, i am just a person that kinda afraid of taking up responsibility and yet wish to be standing next to the limelight.

not aggresive, supportive, and perhaps a little bit of positive behaviour (thanks to all the excellent people that i fortunate enough to stand next to), i do have a good number of friends. To be more specific, a good number of people that know me do see me as a friend that is worthy enough to come out for a drink or continue keeping in touch with.

Obviously from time to time i also feel a bit lonely as no one look for me or no one for me to look for. But after comparing with most working class, i'm actually keeping in touch with a lot of people already. And the diverse background of these people really amazed me every now and then.

here's the reason i am writing all this nonsense. In a week time, i met 2 senior seperately. Both are at late 20's, and both chosen totally different pathway. One man is earning god knows how many zero at the back in a year, while another one is earning lesser than the minimum amount required before you are being taxed. Interestingly enough, one cried in front of me while another person have the most jovial, care free charisma that i have ever encounter in life. One man wonder when he can be as rich as his friends while another wonder when he can get work permit to work for charity association.

my mind was so messed up by this 2 person, and i am beginning to ask myself:

what is my personal aspiration?

Memory

As i was in the toilet, trying hard to return nutrient back to the mother earth, i saw the vague scar on my palm. Then i realized how amazingly our little brain can remember and cannot remember so many things.

Thanks to that scar, i experienced sudden surge of memory influx as the bottom half of my body doing the totally opposite thing. It's not exactly that nice scene to imagine on huh...i wish my sweet memory come to me in much sweeter manner too, but hey, its totally out of my control.

Talking about toilet, i just got to know a week ago that 'toilette' has absolutely nothing to do with toilet. Few months back i was pretty close to walking into BodyShop and buy a toilette as toilet air freshener.

Anyway, back to the memory story, i actually remembered the whole scenario that resulted a scar by just merely glaring at the mark although it was like 13 years ago. Same goes to the scar that i had on my knee, which happened 16 years ago. See, i can even remember the year that it happened. All this which suppose to be pain memory seems to be capable of last rather long in our brain. Happy memory....hm...somehow, far more vague. I can remember how i gotten 2nd in Syarahan Competition, but the details has totally fade off...

Perhaps that one of the reason why we always have far more bad memory on partners that left us. As much as many player or casual relationship out there, there are still not many broke up couple that become friend eventually. Maybe, we can blame all this to the psychological behaviour of human being.