Memories

Just a few pictures that I just love to post up here. My cousin's (the first granddaughter) daughter. The first grand grand daughter on my grandma's side. I'm the second grandchild. She's so adorable. Aaliyah is her name. Haven't been seeing her lately.

I feel like squeeeshing herrrrrrrr. Adorable lil rabbit.

Hmm...

Next up. I feel like posting photos today.



Everybody, meet my first wife, Love Machine. She's my first bike. Love her to pieces even till today. We've been through a lot together; through sunshine and the stormy weather.



This shot was taken when my Love Machine broke down in front of Cheers at the new SMU and we literally pushed it ALL THE WAY to the old campus when I was still in year 2. We fainted at Evans Building straight after that. I can never leave my bike alone anywhere. Worrylah. Can't help it.



Pictures are just frozen moments, allowing one to think about feelings and emotions that has transcended throughout your colourful life. These are just a few of mine.

I would really love to get my hands on a digital camera. The photographer in me is just dying to be unleashed. XLR would be nice. I saw JZ's camera. Haiz... Need to slog a lot before my Thailand exchange. Hopefully that happens.

OK! Next, an artwork by Adibah. She's a good artist, dealing in abstract pieces.


As quoted by the artist herself,

"This is titled, Freakshow. Freakshow is basically about being a freak, not literally of course. I mean strange, eccentric. Everyone has a certain part about their character that nobody ever gets or understands. It's an inherent thing and this aspect basically is what differentiates one from the other. We all have the basic ideals; fears. Just when we all think it's all symmetrical, we realise that this different part about each of us splits us up from ever really knowing each other. Nobody ever gets anyone. So it's like a freakshow, a pretense. People think they know things, but they don't, really."



"This is Freedom. It represents emancipation from the eye that looks into yourself and sees the ugliness there. Some people aren't aware of what exactly constitutes their identity, their self, so to speak. So when you actually succeed in defining what it is, you become conscious and self-conscious and then you realise you actually have the decision to make it or to unmake it and so you set yourself free."

Nice. I like. Any form of art work that comes from the heart and full of sincerity is a masterpiece.

Next up. My youngest brother, Atan.

I seriously forgot how old he is. I think 2 years old already. -shrugs- He knocks on the front door at 6.30am, goes into my sista's room, jump on her bed and sleep. That lazy ass. He'll sleep till evening. Meows in front of the door to indicate that he wants to go out. EXCUSE ME! I swear, this cat thinks he's a diva. Bleah.


The lazy bugger.

Anyways, gonna meet up with HOD of English tomorrow. Wish me luck cuz I seriously dunno what to expect.

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always remember, everybody will always have a happy ending. Must believe in it.