Take a picture. It'll last longer. And I do believe in that!
Photographer Ryan Marshalls takes weekly photos of her wife and his unborn child. Cool, isn't? He even put some personal notes beside each photos and for me, it's ultra-creative, no?
Maybe I should consider doing this to my 'future' wife! (not clad in SUCH outfit for sure!)
The problem is; I don't even know who she is!
Oh.
This is so random.
(via PacingThePanicRoom)
Tomorrow Ethos! will lead about 60 thespian (maybe) students to attend 'Sirah Junjungan' theater in Istana Budaya. I am glad that this maiden trip of the semester will finally work out. It's a bliss, really.
For those who are going to watch, I hope that you may absorb the knowledge as much as you can, and obtain profuse knowledge from the show. However, I'm not going to watch the theater for a reason. Do send my warm regards to Siti Nurhaliza, too. Hahaha!
I need money to buy (more) books.
And to some extent, the reason sounds so corny, cheesy and beyond the pale, but I really, really need to save some amount of my weekly allowance to buy more book for myself. Yeah, Obsession sucks.
And there's a MPH's 'Jimat Fair' this month up until this Sunday.
I have no choice.
I must go.
(nah, pergi telan ubat taubat)
Main-main keji.
ah, seronok sekali.
Sinis berlapik senyuman,
kesumat bertutup tawa,
waspada kau, celaka.
Lihat sana,
eh, ada manusia!
mari perah rasa mereka biar binasa.
biar puas hati,
biar terbakar diri.
Main-main keji,
biar sampai tersedak duri dosa sendiri,
biar sampai tersembur darah rakan sendiri,
pun masih enggan mengerti.
Main-main keji,
mari tikam sana-sini,
biar sengsara semua agar ku tak sendiri.
Main-main keji,
sampai kau terlantar di katil mati sendiri.
Main-main keji,
jangan sampai marah,
atau akan ku perah sampai membarah.
(Suria Avenue Apartment, Selasa 1818)
It is an utter stupidity to bicker over nampy-pamby occurrence.
and it's even 'stupider' to be the one who Loves to be the one who starts the fire.
Sometimes people failed to know who the real person they are, and ended up to be like clowns in their own circus. Laugh like there's no tomorrow at times, but cry a river after the show. Paint their face with colorful, vibrant colors and fake smiles. But they are suffocating and rotting inside. It ain't funny no more. Ironic, no? Sometimes people wished that the world keep on spinning and revolving around them, and worship them like the sun that shines. But they are not. They are just like a moon that gleams and shines with stolen rays of light from the sun. Nothing much to cheer.
There's a storm in your coffee cup;
and too bad, you don't even aware of it.
