Different Perspective.

Everyone has a different perspective of things.

Imagine a world or at least a ballroom-big store, as classy as the Upper-end Prada or LV stores in the Upper-end part of town. But wait, when you first stepped in, you're awed and surprised. Its exactly the classiness of those above-mentioned stores, with gold trimmings on the walls, plush deep blood-red carpets. And panels and panels of glass as tall as the ceilling sectioning the areas. Its that classy. But within this world, are the objects of your deepest desire. You feel comforted, joy, security and a sense of overwhelming emotions rolled over you like a wave of refreshing seawater.

So what's the object you desire? What pops up in your head? More often than not, you would be thinking rationally, like money is what you desire or power and highly possibly monetary objects of mentions.

My very honest answer; it was an acarde of my dreams. Its quiet with beautiful classical music pouring like golden heavy syrup over the place. And there are no other games except for the UFO catchers that I apparently have a soft spot for. But its not like the cluttered ugly machines in the public acardes. These are stand alones. Like those limited edition bags placed under a soft warm light, these machines have their very own space. And there are no cheap stuff toys inside them. These machines are functioning well and very beautiful with their sliver and black designs. (hints of pink too) But they're empty inside. Instead the prizes of YOUR choice will be displayed on tiers on the HUGE glass display on the right of the store. These, again, are not cluttered. These are COLLECTABLES. Limited edition of my obssession Kapibara-san's plush toys, apparels, and even beautifully crafted figurines.

In my world, as i stepped in that acarade, and was awed by all these, experiencing all these emotions, i noticed someone standing behind me, subtly noticing that he was the one who brought me to this place. I was running around the place, tears streaming down my face, and as I was about to turn around to thank him, he hugged me from behind, i felt his smile, and i turned around. I couldn't see a face, its just a black shadow, but yet yet yet, he's familar. He's part of the world which makes me feel happy and joy. And I cried. From Happiness.

And when I wake up from this little bubble dream, I cried from sadness. For I know who this person must be. And yet, its like the illusional world of my dreams, wanting something so impossibly hard to attain, its just so human of me right?

I just wish, he didnt matter to me so much. It took me one dream to realise how much he means to me. How much I didnt realise. But now when I did, I wish I never did. This bubble of mine is my perspective of my dream world. Before you make comments, think of what's yours. And you'll understand alot about yourself.

Why, Hello!

Hello there indeed.

In a weird sort of mood lately. Want to be happy yet wish to cry at the same time.

Anywayz, Here's the picture of 2009. I photographed it as I've removed my scanner and stored it elsewhere.

Happy 2010 to everyone and myself.

/B/acon Party

Its weird, a small bunch of 6 of us. Gathering at Mao's place, eating Bacon, bacon, bacon, pork shabu shabu, infinite ham, and drinking only beer and vodka. And all with only one similarity.

AWESOME. Somehow I don't feel out of place with them. I feel really happy. Its a very simple gathering. And somehow, I am really happy despite shit that happened lately.

*Rolls around in childish happiness*

That and I start to find dogs cute.

I lost So Much

Ever have the feeling that though you have acheived something, you lost alot of others? Ever think that though you have monetary items, you lost Hopes? Dreams?

I can eat and afford alot of good stuff ever since -insert start working date here-. Yet all I want right now, is a bowl of homecooked instant noodles with whatever leftovers in the fridge that you can dump in, at 3am in the morning, and tired BUT happy, while doing my work. And anytime i want to, i can pick up my handphone next to me, and my best friends will be available to talk to me to keep me awake. While he or she is doing his or her work at the same time. And my mum to burst into my room, asking me to sleep! And nag non-stop, then end up cooking something in the morning so I can have a hearty breakfast to start another tiring but happy day.



I lost so much. For what?

Illustration.Monday challenge:

Interpretation of Song Title picked by Bubble Princess,

Alpha Beta Gaga by Air.

A very simple post.

Life is as you believe it will be.

If you think its great, its great. If you think it sucks, it sucks.