Monday, November 2
Monday, October 5
First Shots
(Edited)
It has been a while, I know.
So yesterday after the outing with my BFFs, I went out with Christopher for our photography lesson as he named it. The weather was fine, windy sunny afternoon. At first we planned to go to Tun Fuad Park but due to the unforeseen circumstance, we changed the venue, so off we went to Tanjung Lipat, Likas. The place was as expectedly, crowded with people and rubbish. Speaking about our dirty beaches, is there nothing the local enforcement can do about the rubbish thingy? It is such an eyesore and very upsetting. Duh. Ah, that’s not what I’m keen to talk about.
OK, back to the point. After few shots, two or more precisely, I kind of have this feeling that I fall in love with this photography field already. The sense of ‘let this sweet moment last for a little while’ suddenly draws near me. You know, like making beautiful sceneries permanently. And it also came to my realization that, photography is actually an expression of our inner self. Same goes to the person who plays music in their leisure, or maybe ballet or even painting, photography is unexceptionally very archetypal and costly I must say. Thus, I am pondering, if I really want to invest in this hobby, I better come up with plan to make it as my side income, too.
Not many people can contribute a magnum opus in photography, everybody can take picture but to make it valuable and inspiring others is one of the ‘gift’ that not everybody has, but you can always learn, nurture, polish, improve and practice.
Therefore, to you, yes am pointing at you photography people, I salute your patience enduring the dissatisfaction when the outcome doesn’t seems to appear as perfect as what the eyes had witness. Moreover when you’re not a photoshop-er either, the world can go terribly worse. Been there done that.
It has been a while, I know.
So yesterday after the outing with my BFFs, I went out with Christopher for our photography lesson as he named it. The weather was fine, windy sunny afternoon. At first we planned to go to Tun Fuad Park but due to the unforeseen circumstance, we changed the venue, so off we went to Tanjung Lipat, Likas. The place was as expectedly, crowded with people and rubbish. Speaking about our dirty beaches, is there nothing the local enforcement can do about the rubbish thingy? It is such an eyesore and very upsetting. Duh. Ah, that’s not what I’m keen to talk about.
OK, back to the point. After few shots, two or more precisely, I kind of have this feeling that I fall in love with this photography field already. The sense of ‘let this sweet moment last for a little while’ suddenly draws near me. You know, like making beautiful sceneries permanently. And it also came to my realization that, photography is actually an expression of our inner self. Same goes to the person who plays music in their leisure, or maybe ballet or even painting, photography is unexceptionally very archetypal and costly I must say. Thus, I am pondering, if I really want to invest in this hobby, I better come up with plan to make it as my side income, too.
Not many people can contribute a magnum opus in photography, everybody can take picture but to make it valuable and inspiring others is one of the ‘gift’ that not everybody has, but you can always learn, nurture, polish, improve and practice.
Therefore, to you, yes am pointing at you photography people, I salute your patience enduring the dissatisfaction when the outcome doesn’t seems to appear as perfect as what the eyes had witness. Moreover when you’re not a photoshop-er either, the world can go terribly worse. Been there done that.
Tuesday, August 4
An Entry, As Promised
So, where should I begin? Hmm, I might not put it into chronology since I don’t bother to remember which occurred first and later. I just type whatever thoughts that come across my mind at this moment, no edit.
About a month ago, my family from Ranau came to visit me. It’s been a while since I last gather with my sister, who will be going back to campus the next day, precisely. That is another reason why they came to KK, to send my sister to the airport. Almost 11pm, I tried to call my sister at Ranau to make sure them doing well there when my parents are not around, but to no answer.
Later, I saw my sister answering call in a very low voice almost whispering. I didn’t ask because I thought she must have some issues with her boyfriend. Suddenly she approached me and handed her phone for me to read the text. ‘Aunt Regina called just now. She said our house at Ranau was on fire. The sisters are fine, they’re with her but they still couldn’t find our brother’.
It could be a heart attack if I tell my dad directly, yes? Well, he has high blood. What did I do? I grabbed mom to the kitchen, held her tight and told her the bad news. She was instantly boneless. She cried in a low tone, but who doesn’t right? And I called my aunt many times for the latest update about my missing brother.
When the clock strikes midnight, she confirmed us that my brother couldn’t make it out. He was trapped and burnt with the house and everything. All happened within 5 minutes.
Hmm, I think I’ll stop here. I’ll post entry again some day when things get back to normal. You people have good days okay, try to spend more times with your loved ones. Because ajal di tangan Tuhan. Who knows, today can be your last day kan?
And about the relationship, let me just put it this way. First time being betrayed though it hurts to death, I still can accept and forgive and love the person wholeheartedly. But second times, I don’t think it’s a mistake anymore. It’s his nature. Although I’m not the person who said the word ‘end’, I’m glad we did. Biarla sy terluka for now than whole life regret.
Abis cerita.
About a month ago, my family from Ranau came to visit me. It’s been a while since I last gather with my sister, who will be going back to campus the next day, precisely. That is another reason why they came to KK, to send my sister to the airport. Almost 11pm, I tried to call my sister at Ranau to make sure them doing well there when my parents are not around, but to no answer.
Later, I saw my sister answering call in a very low voice almost whispering. I didn’t ask because I thought she must have some issues with her boyfriend. Suddenly she approached me and handed her phone for me to read the text. ‘Aunt Regina called just now. She said our house at Ranau was on fire. The sisters are fine, they’re with her but they still couldn’t find our brother’.
It could be a heart attack if I tell my dad directly, yes? Well, he has high blood. What did I do? I grabbed mom to the kitchen, held her tight and told her the bad news. She was instantly boneless. She cried in a low tone, but who doesn’t right? And I called my aunt many times for the latest update about my missing brother.
When the clock strikes midnight, she confirmed us that my brother couldn’t make it out. He was trapped and burnt with the house and everything. All happened within 5 minutes.
Hmm, I think I’ll stop here. I’ll post entry again some day when things get back to normal. You people have good days okay, try to spend more times with your loved ones. Because ajal di tangan Tuhan. Who knows, today can be your last day kan?
And about the relationship, let me just put it this way. First time being betrayed though it hurts to death, I still can accept and forgive and love the person wholeheartedly. But second times, I don’t think it’s a mistake anymore. It’s his nature. Although I’m not the person who said the word ‘end’, I’m glad we did. Biarla sy terluka for now than whole life regret.
Abis cerita.
Friday, June 19
Come, Hit The Balls...
Pink always bring an endearing sensation, don’t you think? Glad I had chosen this template, instead.
So last night, around 8pm, off we went to Likas for another hit-the-ball session. It was the three of us at first, boyfriend, boyfriend’s BIL and no one else but me. *giggles* I wasn’t invited actually, I forced boyfriend to take me along. Later come FIL as the coach/instructor/experienced player or whatever you name it.
Being me, I just sit at the wood bench politely, and text with my friends. See the two of them hitting the balls, exchanged skills, knowledge and whatsoever until I was being offered, ‘ko tia mo try?’ by the kind-hearted BIL. Sungguh girangnya hatiku… lalalalala….
Lucky me, I played hockey during secondary and campus. At least, for my first timer, I hit the 50meters span three times *cough* out of, estimate 10 balls. Why 10 balls only? Blame the blisters *tongue out*
*smackhead in disbelief* It’s a very stretching game, I tell you. I felt my waist twisted 90 degrees each time I hit the ball. And I did sweat, okay. That part was embarrassing. Hahaha.. I’m looking forward for another chance soon…
So last night, around 8pm, off we went to Likas for another hit-the-ball session. It was the three of us at first, boyfriend, boyfriend’s BIL and no one else but me. *giggles* I wasn’t invited actually, I forced boyfriend to take me along. Later come FIL as the coach/instructor/experienced player or whatever you name it.
Being me, I just sit at the wood bench politely, and text with my friends. See the two of them hitting the balls, exchanged skills, knowledge and whatsoever until I was being offered, ‘ko tia mo try?’ by the kind-hearted BIL. Sungguh girangnya hatiku… lalalalala….
Lucky me, I played hockey during secondary and campus. At least, for my first timer, I hit the 50meters span three times *cough* out of, estimate 10 balls. Why 10 balls only? Blame the blisters *tongue out*
*smackhead in disbelief* It’s a very stretching game, I tell you. I felt my waist twisted 90 degrees each time I hit the ball. And I did sweat, okay. That part was embarrassing. Hahaha.. I’m looking forward for another chance soon…
Monday, June 15
Life's Journey
Recently, I’ve been thinking really hard about my life and many other related things. I realize that I’ve done many mistakes along the life’s road to what its look today.
If I want to fix it, I better start now or never.
P/s:
For my tomorrow, I promise I’ll make you filled with laugh and happiness. Thanks to you my angel, for the wisdom.
If I want to fix it, I better start now or never.
P/s:
For my tomorrow, I promise I’ll make you filled with laugh and happiness. Thanks to you my angel, for the wisdom.
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