Myeon-dong - Seoul

It’s rather depressing when I think about it. About the fact that we don’t spend as much time as we used to. We don’t talk much anymore either. As in really get ourselves engaged in a topic. I don’t blame you. I understand that you’re a busy person. I am busy myself. But that’s no excuse for me not to put enough effort to maintain this ship of ours.

I feel like we’ve grown distant. There is this space between us even while we meet. It gets frustrating. And that dream of mine further adds fear into me. I am so darn afraid of it becoming a reality.

Darn. How I miss you so. Miss the exhilarating times we had. Maybe things just get into a routine as time passes by, that those exhilarating moments are no longer satiable.

This is such a boring and pointless entry.

Tourist - Busan - Coffee Shop - Starbuck kot

A piece of advice to all.. CHOCOLATES do not make good breakfast. Definitely not a good kickstart for the day. I need coffee. I’m suffering caffeine deficiency.

I just wish my mouth has a backspace key
Hanyang University - Mesyuarat Kelab Umno Korea

You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they are happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it's usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you've realized how wrong you've been that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it. Oohh, I love this game.

Somewhere - Seoul

Staying up in the early hours of the morning after sahur listening to Color Me Badd doesn’t actually jive but who cares. I didn’t feel like dozing off like I usually do on any other day. I guess sleeping from 9 to 5 was way enough for me.

I guess the excitement from a few days back was way bit overwhelming for me. It was practically tiring me out. Seriously… Never thought it would though. But from the way I was squelling and jumping up and down that day, it was no mystery lah. What got me puzzled was the fact that I became suddenly all lembik and drained for the next 24 hours after.

These are the few of life surprises that I don’t actually welcome. Not that I like surprises in the first place [Well, pretty flowers are acceptable anytime]. It’s nothing bad actually [Well, depends on which angle you’re looking from]. Nothing life threatening I mean. Generally, all is still good. But, I think I could do better without that piece of news. At times like these, I know for sure I’m still being looked after [Alhamdulillah].

I have believed for so long that everything happens for a bloody good reason, especially the bad things. I’ve always treated it as one of those “mirror yourself ” session or “you think you know what you’re doing but I’m giving you a preview of what’s coming” trailer. Reality check kind of thing. Therefore, I’m forced to think things through, rise above all the excitement of the good things that I wanted or wishing hard to have and actually face the reality that what ever that comes my way, it will always be two-sided. Nothing comes only with the good neither does it come only with the bad. Life is fair in that sense [Well, it may not be perfect but it tries its best to be fair. Give life a break].

You see, nobody gets through life floating in ease. Nobody. We can either sit all day and cry till our eyes bleed or we can actually try to make the best out of things, no matter how bad they are. Yes, there is a way to do that. On the other hand, some of us may even choose to just bloody ignore every single thing that doesn’t quite fit in our plans. These are the type of people that I’m envious of. I really don’t know how they do it. I wish I do. I think I’d be way, way better off [as a human being that is] if I knew exactly how to do that. Well, at least I think I’d be.

On a related subject, how many of you indulge yourselves in self-denial? The kind where you tell yourself that ‘it’s nothing’ or ‘it’s okay’ or ‘that can’t be right’ just so that you can have the comfort of the ‘feel good’ feeling inside of you. It’s practically a way you convince yourself that everything is okay, everything is good, all fine and dandy. Self-assurance is what it’s all about. I yearn a getaway within me and that’s the only way I know how. I always do that and rather often, I get myself trapped within it. Trapped in the sense that I couldn’t tell which is real and which one is make believe. Wouldn’t rather than couldn’t. Since make believe is way, way nicer to me, it’s obvious why I don’t really fancy reality rite?

We are after all the best deceiver to ourselves. Who can do it better?

Gambar pertama tidak dalam hitam putih - Hi Seoul - City Hall - Seoul

It's not hard to find the truth. What is hard is not to run away from it once you have found it.

The Concept of LOVE that I don’t think I can ever understand completely.

Seriously…. it’s a concept yearned by those who don’t have it and wasted by those who have it within their grasp.

Malaysia - Bilik Adik

Life doesn’t quite fit the perfect picture, of course. No surprise there is it? Every so often, we face disappointments in our lives and we swallow the bitter fact that life isn’t always perfect. Correction, life isn’t perfect after all. To some, it is a rare occasion. To most, things always find their own way to screw up in any way possible. Disappointing definitely.

And when our own life screws up, it is almost instantaneous that the question that first crosses our mind is “whose fault is it”. Objectively, we should be asking ourselves “How did I get here in the first place?” but somehow or rather, that latter question only ranked no two. It’s like coming home to find your vase is broken. The first thing that pops out of your mouth would be “Siapa yang buat ni??”. And after your son / brother / husband raised his hand, owning up, only then you start questioning “Macam mana pasu boleh pecah?”.

You see, the WHO still supersedes the WHAT and HOW.

In short, at times of crisis, the almost instant thing that we do is find faults, be it upon others or ourselves. It’s like something already systematically-embedded within us that we just have to find out whose fault it is. Fault-addiction, I’d call it.

True enough, certain screw ups in our lives are circumstantial. Totally nothing due to our misconduct. Nevertheless, most of the times, the biggest screw-ups in our lives are of our own doing. Some are humble enough to realize that, some thinks they’re just above the rest.

What fascinates me more about fault-addiction is that the ability that some of us have to dwell about faults and spend so much energy on it. When life doesn’t paint that perfect picture we have in mind, we are all out of a sudden master of finding faults. Your teachers. Your lovers. Your ex lovers. The ones who hurt you, the ones who abused you, the ones who left you bleeding. You repeatingly tell yourself whose fault it is. It’s a life long tale you feed yourself. It’s as if knowing whose fault it is that your life forgives and excuses you of having to be responsible of taking your life into your own hands.

The silly thing is that we take such a long time to evaluate what went wrong, spend a whole deal on blaming (ourselves too often at times), cry high and dry to bury ourselves in misery (in actual fact, I personally feel it’s seeking pity) and yet in the end, we fail to see the most important thing.

We fail to move on as soon as we should.

We spend so much time dwelling on the problem and fault blaming when what we should be doing is focusing on the solution to the problem. Am not sure whether we realise what we are actually doing at times of crisis but often enough, finding faults and tagging the blame have been misconstrued as one of the steps in problem solving.

Blaming is about the past. The history. It tackles the question of “Who made this happen?”. Well I certainly got news for you my friend. The past isn’t real. What isn’t current isn’t real. Nothing can be done about it. If it’s dead, then leave it. Don’t go checking for pulse every 5 minutes. It’s useless..haha

There are quite a number of people I know out there who somehow seemed to loveeeeeeeee burying themselves in self-guilt and misery in times of crisis. Hellloooo…. Self-pity wouldn’t get you anywhere in life. Get real man. Maybe I’m slightly crude but life won’t hold still and wait for you to lick your wounds. Time and tide waits for no men (nor women either). No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world ain’t stopping for your grief.

Yea, you can spend some time to analyse and evaluate the situation. And yes, you should be able to identify the cause of the problem, who and what went wrong, when and how. But don’t just stop there.

MOVE ON!

We are nothing but the stories what we tell ourselves. We know what kind of people we are (we think we do). We know what we are capable of doing (again, we think we do). It’s all because all our lives, we feed ourselves the tale of what we are made of. We are in fact, a carefully-rehearsed list of weaknesses and strengths that we tell ourselves.

So, you think you are who you are?

Yea right. Screw that. Surprise yourself.

No. Amaze yourself!

You don’t really exist. You just think you do.

You are the living characters of the tale you tell yourself. So, if you don’t like the story of your life, then tell yourself a better one. You owe no allegiance to your current self-image if it harms you. Stop sabotaging yourself, drawing lines and borders and boxes around you.

People have been saying it’s all in the mind and it’s true. It is. As we feed food to our stomach, the tales we tell ourselves are the food to our mind, to our soul. As much as we are what we eat, we are indeed what we tell ourselves.

You are not an object.

You are a system.

And like any other system, if you change the inputs, you’ll get a different output. Change what goes into you and you will change what comes out of you.

fuuhh...sorry...got so carried away... feel so released now.... all the things that come out from the deep of my heart....

06's memory - Stadium Alor Setar Kedah - Sukma 06

"guys start training

show them your spirit

come on...hurry up

go change your bajulah"

~lynn~

yah..you are right

Memories are like pictures, they last forever and you can always look back to them...


p/s :Glad to hear you feel better and have so much determination. That will carry you far..And you dont have to thank me..dont mention it really...i wish i could have done more

Tiang Lampu - Boramae Park - Raining


i know someday you'll have a beautiful life... I know you'll be the sun in somebody else's sky.

And i keep telling myself that there will be a significant moment when i will finally know exactly what i should do for once in my life.

photoshop edited

Kamu adalah lelaki yang melihat segalanya hitam; dan dia adalah perempuan yang melihat segalanya putih. Seperti itulah adanya dia, dan kamu, yang—entah kenapa, selalu berada di dua pihak berbeza. Tetapi ternyata putih tak kuasa untuk tidak jatuh cinta pada hitam...

Hanya agar dia dan kamu boleh bersama, tidaklah adil bagi dia untuk berubah hitam; sama tidak adilnya bagimu untuk berubah putih. Adilkah jika kamu berdua menjadi abu-abu? Kerana abu-abu hanya memerlukan sedikit hitam pada putih, dan sedikit putih pada hitam.

Kamu adalah percikan cat hitam di atas kanvas putihnya yang tak bernoda. Tetapi ajaibnya, dengan komposisi tepat walau tak disengaja, percikan cat hitam itu membentuk sebuah pola yang indah meskipun abstrak. Meskipun hanya dia dan kamu yang tahu makna di balik percikan-percikan itu.

[your chaotic life is like a stain over my spotless canvas...]

Kerana dia tanpa kamu, hanyalah sebuah kanvas putih yang menunggu untuk tersapu kuas. Sementara kamu, tanpa dia, hanyalah setitis cat hitam yang tersisa dari aksi vandalisme yang dilakukan secara diam-diam. Tetapi, berdua, kamu dan dia—kanvas dan cat hitam ini; menjelma sebuah karya seni yang bernilai tinggi.

Kerana kamu berdua memberikan makna untuk satu sama lain.

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aku fikir cinta adalah ketika hitam boleh tetap menjadi hitam, dan putihboleh bisa tetap menjadi putih, dan hitam dan putih berfikir bahawa tak ada yang salah dengan tetap menjadi hitam dan tetap menjadi putih.

[why do people see this world merely in black and white,
while other colors are there to beautify life itself?]

Boramae -Raining

People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.

What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again.

Yoido Park - Spring


Laughter is the closest distance between two people

Carry laughter with you wherever you go.

(^^,)

A bear remains a bear - even when most of him has fallen off or worn away.

In our childhood, teddy bears are warm companions....good listeners, never critical, always reassuring. They are bear-shaped security blankets, huggable enough to fold in our arms, a perfect fit for our laps.

Age simply doesn't enter into it! The older the friend, the more he is valued, particularly when he shows so visibly the characteristics that we all look for in friends. You have only to look at a genuine teddy's face to see at once the loyalty, common sense, and above all, dependability behind it.

To a child, Teddy is a bridge between a human and and an animal. He doesn't mind being dressed in ridiculous hats, or even being read to. You can blame him for anything, and he won't deny it. His marvelous face expresses anything a child wants to feel or hear.

Lost In Dongdaemun

There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap...The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days...Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back.

But once in a while people push on to something better. Something found just beyond the pain of going it alone and just beyond the bravery and courage it takes to let someone in. Or to give someone a second chance...Something beyond the quite persistence of a dream.

Because it´s only when you´re tested that you truly discover who you are. And it´s only when you´re tested that you discover who you can be...The person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the HEARTACHE and fear of what life has.

Gwanggali Beach - Busan

You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background?. It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise.

Just think, you could be a big part of someone elses life, and not even know it.

Lupa kat mana..area2 insadong r..

If you could go back and just change one thing about your life, would you?

And if you did, would that change make your life better?

Or would that change ultimately break your heart?

Or break the heart of another?

Would you choose an entirely different path?

Or would you change just one thing?

Just one moment.

One moment that you've always wanted back

World Cup Stadium Lake Park

They said the rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart...


Why does a rose represent love, when a rose always dies?


I need an answer..

Boramae Park

I don't run from you. I walk away slowly. And it kills me because you don't care enough to stop me

They r so cute

1 Ramadhan

Yang buat aku terkilan tahun lepas adalah kegagalan aku untuk menyedari Ramadhan beransur pergi dengan perlahan. Sibuk dengan kerja, aku jadi leka. Atau aku sibuk dengan perkara lain waktu itu? Hmm. Aku lupa.

Tapi yang jelas dan yang aku ingat, bila Syawal menjelang aku seakan rindu Ramadhan yang telah pulang ke dalam kitarnya. Adakah itu tanda aku telah rugi dalam masa?

Tahun ini aku berpuasa seorang, raya pun seorang. Maksudnya tanpa yang istimewa. Dan aku jangka ia akan berterusan lama. Kerana aku telah penat.

Mungkin Ramadhan ini, aku akan temui mutiara yang aku rindui tahun lepas. Aku perlu bergegas untuk menuntut rahmat pemberian Dia yang di atas.

p/s: aku ucapkan kalian juga.

Ulsan - Rambut yg mmg kusut menjadi lebih kusut selepas meredah hujan yg lebat

The key to survive is denial. We deny that we're tired, we deny that we're scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed. And most importantly, we deny that we're in denial. We only see what we want to see and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can't recognize the truth right in front of our faces.

We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world

Boramae Park - Seoul

At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say, they're what you do. Some things you say because there's no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.

Pain, it comes in all forms. The small twinge, a bit of soreness, the random pain, the normal pains that we live with everyday. Then there's the kind of pain you can't ignore. A level of pain so great that it blocks out everything else; makes the rest of your world fade away until all we can think about is how much we hurt. How we manage our pain is up to us. Pain. We anaesthetize, ride it out, embrace it, ignore it.. and for some of us, the best way to manage pain is to just push through it.

Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers. You just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed, but sometimes the pain gets you when you least expect it, hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it, and life always makes more.

I did it just because I haven't seen a sunflower in black and white before, and because I like to play with the channel mixer.

Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth..Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free..

The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth, the truth freaking hurts.
No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, whether we like it or not.

But here's the truth about the truth: It hurts. So we lie.

somewhere - seoul - raining

some said that silence is the true friend that never betrays

The miracle of friendship can be spoken without words... hearing unspoken needs, recognizing secret dreams, understanding the silent things that only true friend know.

I think everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for - sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive or quite and calm.... One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter, complete silence.

Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.

Anyang - Seoul

After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I've decided. There's no such thing as a grown-up. We move on, we move out, we move away from our families and form our own. But the basic insecurities, the basic fears and all those old wounds just grow up with us. And just when we think life and circumstances have forced us truly to become an adult, your mother says something like that. Or worse, something like that. We get bigger, we get taller, we get older. But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in.


I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark. We look for comfort where we can find it. And we hope against all logic, against all experience, like children, we never give up hope.

Myondong - Seoul

Smile.

It takes a lot of work from the face to let out a smile, but just think what good smiling can bring to the most important muscle of the body... the heart.

Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day..

If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine

Someone smiled at me today..And I started smiling too

kedah - 05

Dulu aku fikir tidak mengapa aku simpan hasrat dalam diam, terbenam dalam-dalam di hati. Aku sendiri tidak tahu sebab aku masih mahu menanam harapan itu, walau aku tahu jika engkau inginkan aku lagi, aku tidak mampu bersamamu. Itu yang aku akan katakan. Mungkin aku sudah serik.

Bagai dalam gambar itu, biarpun teguh berdiri anjurannya, tetapi ia usang. Sudah hilang upaya untuk menjana kasih yang baru. Aku masih berdiri di sisimu, di sebelah kananmu dan dikau perlahan-lahan meninggalkanku. Daunan yang telah gugur, jasad yang kian berumur, tanda engkau membenarkan cinta terus terkubur. Tiada lagi engkau cambah untuk memarakkan perasaan lama.

Dan aku. Aku yang masih meniup api hajat ini, dibiarkan sendiri.

Cantik kan, jika kasih ini berterusan, jika kenangan itu dilawat sampai membuatkan kita tersenyum dan mahukan ia dicipta-ciptakan. Bagai dalam gambar itu, berlatabelakangkan langit lazuardi, terletaknya susunan rimbunan hijau melata, laut tenang yang terbentang entah ke ufuk mana. Indah.

Tapi seindah manapun gubahan perasaan dan seteguh manapun sesuatu harapan, jika tuhan telah menetapkan takdir, kita harus akur. Engkau sendiri kata, ini semua takdir dan engkau tidak tahu selama mana dikau mampu bertahan.

Dalam diam, di hujung harapan yang tertanam, aku mula melentur egoku, mengakui kenyataan bahawa tidak semua cinta bersatu. Dan kita tidak mungkin lagi seperti dulu.

Turning a friendship into something more is no easy task
Boramae - Seoul

The most enviable relationships are those that have friendship at their core ~ someone you can trust, talk to, and count on, will make the best partner. In addition, a friend is someone you have developed a mutual respect and enjoyment with. So if turning friendship into love is such a good idea, why is it so hard?

We are always worried that we’ll ‘risk the friendship’ – concerned that our advances will go horribly awry and the friendship will be lost forever..replaced by awkward exchanges. Although it is cliche, it’s a legitimate concern.

So if you know that there is no way a relationship could develop, then I would think twice before putting the friendship in jeopardy by professing your undying love.

If you think there may be a chance, however, I would suggest another cliche – follow your heart.


They said without great risk there is no great reward.^^

Drawing Lines In The Sky
Busan - Korea

At some point you have to make a decision... Boundaries don't keep other people out..they fence you in. Life is life. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross.

Here's what I know. If you're willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.

In general, lines are there for a reason.. for security..for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it, that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it?

We can’t help ourselves. We see a line, we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of trading the familiar for the unfamiliar. A sort of personal dare. Only problem is, once you’ve crossed it’s almost impossible to go back. But if you do manage to make it back across that line you find safety in number

World Cup Stadium Lake Park - Seoul

For many of us, our aging is a source of grief and anxiety.

We fear aging.

The elderly people we see are for the most part increasingly senile, frail, and unhappy. As a result, rather than looking forward to growing old, we dread each passing birthday. Rather than seeing our later years as a time of harvesting, growth, and maturity, we fear that the deterioration of our health will so greatly impair our lives that to live a long life might be more of a curse than a blessing.

When we think of being old, our images are often ones of decrepitude and despair. It seems more realistic to imagine ourselves languishing in nursing homes than to picture ourselves swimming, gardening, laughing with loved ones, and delighting in children and nature.

anyway...It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me..

Happy Birthday

Couple - Cheonggyechung River - Seoul

I am so glad that you are a part of my life. It is a privilege...to know you...to share myself with you.. and to walk together on the paths that take us in so many beautiful directions.

When I am with you, I know that I am in the presence of someone who makes my life more complete than I ever dreamed it could be. I turn to you for trust, and you give it openly. I look to you for inspiration, for answers, and for encouragement, and you lift my spirits up and take my thoughts to places where my troubles seem much further away and my joys feel like they're going to stay in my life forever.

I hope you'll stay forever, too. You're my soul mate... My world is reassured by you, my tomorrows need to have you near, so many of my smiles depend on you, and my heart is so thankful that you're here.

I love u MOM..

Sonjeong Beach - Busan

I read and walked for miles along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life...

It never crossed my mind that that person could be me...