Photoshop Experiments

Been tinkering around, despite exams looming in... what? A week?

Call my priorities twisted;

This is my respite.

Tell me whatcha think.

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Lomo-lomo, Can you tell?

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Will be switching over mostly to Tumblr.

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Tumblr

I'm on Tumblr!!!

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You Can...

You can change your nose,

Cut your hair,

Wear new clothes,

Pad your derrière.

You can strip all fats,

Colour your eyes,

Switch to a Cadillac,

Pretend to die.

Renounce your country,

Speak in Thai,

Bleach your skin,

A new personality, contrive.

Move your home,

Drive away,

Shave a jaw,

Change what you say.

You can change how you look,

change how you feel.

Change where you live,

with who you deal.

You can change your friends,

even your family,

Destroy any documents,

your recorded identity.

But even with the help of time,

and those tricks you connived,

You'll never ever change,

who your really are, inside.

I SEE YOU (0)

Dreams

We only make ourselves to be as we see ourselves. Our physical nature is the projection of our inner psyche. We live through life as much as life lives through us, and often times, life WILL get rough.

People will bitch. Parents will nag. Bosses will complain.

And if we allow such negativity to overtake us, it will eventually overwhelm everything we stand for, only to be replaced by a wave of disgruntlement and the idea that something inside was stolen from us.

What we don't recognise is, others can only seize what we allow them to take.

And if we let them steal our dreams, our hopes, our sense of self - We probably were never grasping on to them as tightly as we had hoped.

You let yourself down because you lack belief in those that you stand for.

And over the course of time, dreams blossom, stagnate or wither with the tide; We leave this world eventually either as one who lives on through his dreams, or a crumpled shell devoid of aspiration.

And that is a mistake I hope I can conquer.

For every dream you make,

you invest a bit of yourself in it.

And for every dream you lose,

a little bit of you dies with it.

Judas

John 6:64-71:

"...Jesus answered them, Have not I chosen you twelve, and one of you is a devil? He spake of Judas Iscariot the son of Simon: for he it was that should betray him, being one of the twelve."

I'll bring him down,

A king with no crown.

In the most Biblical sense,
I am beyond repentance

Fame hooker, prostitute wench, vomits her mind

But in the cultural sense I just speak in future tense

Judas kiss me if offenced

Or wear an ear condom next time

Jesus is my virtue, but Judas is the demon I cling to.

Why Do Men Cheat?

To be honest, the effects of centuries of stewing in languid masochism still rears its ugly head every once in a while, often taking the substantial form of a talking pig in which evolution has rendered whatever intellectual capacity or pertinent brain structure into a vestigial organ contained within its roving donkey dong.

And it's not surprising to see these creatures often holding relatively high posts in a certain society's hierarchical structure due to their innate tendency to flock together. Oh, and add the Constitution to boot, and we have a party of brain-sitting Neanderthals running the country.

To describe them as intelligent would be significantly off-kilter, as their mental processes usually progress in a way that the modern, enlightened Man can never understand.

Seriously? Men have affairs because wives neglect their responsibilities?

Really, dude, you sure you wanna go there?

[quote] "...wives are supposed to stop everything to fulfil their husbands demands... ; Husbands driving home after work see things that are sexually arousing and go to their wives to ease their urges...." [end quote]

Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it. The banal existence of women as described by a bigoted misogynist, the idiotus headinhisassicus species from the genus Chauvinistic Pignae.

From their point of view, if your wife was cooking dinner for your starving family of ten and you come home with an engorged organ from looking at sexually arousing things while driving, said wife must, ONE - drop all kitchen utensils; and TWO - drop to her knees.

I mean, who doesn't feel all hot and sexy after slaving the day away changing crap-filled diapers, attending to colicky demon spawn and washing soiled underwear while in the midst of stirring boiling vats of soups and whatnots to satisfy those grumbling tummies?

Plus, we ALL KNOW that the highways of Malaysia are plastered with mega-posters of girl-on-girl porn. Pfft. That's why, instead of keeping a 10-2 on the wheel and a foot on the brake, we Malaysian men are more likely to be getting ourselves sexually aroused whilst driving back home from work.

Come to think of it, I must have been living in a different country all my life.

If

If.

If if if.

We use it everyday.

'What if...?'

'If I'd....'

'If it weren't...'

'How if...'

If if if.

'If' is a strong word.

'If' is a reflection of possibilities, the divergence of choice, the prospects within the future.

'If' is the alternate truth.

'If' makes a mockery out of the gift of freedom bestowed by autonomy. The sardonic emergence of parallel living and the backtracking of decisions.

Because it vilifies our actions with contemptuous temptations, of something else worth living; doing. Of our wrong choices:

'If' be-gets regrets.

Paradise Lost & Found

For if the man remained blind within the presence of such precarious beauty,

then shall his heart be reduced to ashes,

for his soul can ne'er be salvaged.

First Love

"You are always gonna be my love

いつか誰かとまた恋に落ちても

I’ll remember to love

You taught me how

You are always gonna be the one

今はまだ悲しい love song

新しい歌 歌えるまで"

And even if I didn't love, I wished I did;

And if I did, I'd never wish I didn't.

For it's better to have loved and lost,

than to have never loved at all.