Don't call me Kenny

2010-09-24T03:35:00.000-07:00

do i still cross your mind?

2010-07-30T07:30:00.000-07:00

People who smile too much are scary.

Logically...

2010-07-29T00:10:00.001-07:00

I hate noise.

My office is noisy.

Therefore I hate my office.

A Long July

2010-07-27T08:16:00.002-07:00

Somedays its like there's a lot of oysters, but no pearls.

in darkness and in brightness

Sunsets

2010-07-26T07:23:00.000-07:00

agaetis byrjun

and btw, i want a ford fiesta too

Quiet Existance

2010-07-25T08:48:00.000-07:00

I want a quiet life.

I find people just so tiring sometimes.

Where Is The Monster?

2010-07-22T10:06:00.000-07:00

the loch

Sit

2010-07-22T06:47:00.000-07:00

and grow old browsing

Fingerprints

2010-07-21T10:15:00.000-07:00

Things to be thankful for

One Evening

2010-07-21T09:44:00.000-07:00

The Beauty of Both Man and God's Creations

Science

2010-07-21T09:36:00.000-07:00

By the power invested in me...

The State of My Mind

2010-07-17T22:30:00.000-07:00

3 years?

2010-07-17T12:17:00.000-07:00

Flowers in the garden

Ces't La Vie

2010-07-17T12:11:00.000-07:00

When I was there, I wanted to go home.

But now that I am at home, I wish I could go back there

Art Poser

2009-07-12T02:17:00.000-07:00

Is this art?

When we actually take the time to look at things we take for granted, we'll always get surprised

Everything You Need To Know About Me

2009-07-06T13:18:00.000-07:00

What Else is There?

In Pursuit of Elegance

2009-07-05T11:39:00.000-07:00

East Quay House, Plymouth. p.m. End of summer. One can of cider and a DSLR

Approaching Burnout

2009-06-19T13:01:00.001-07:00

Moo?

Kabus Ribut

2009-06-09T12:54:00.000-07:00

2 Rights Make One Wrong

2009-06-07T10:00:00.000-07:00

My selective amnesia does not seem to be working today. The problem with selective amnesia is that we have already chosen the thought that we want to forget. Then we constantly tell ourselves to forget it.

Doesn't make sense does it, when we keep thinking about forgetting the thing we want to forget?

And There Was The Angry Fighter

2009-06-06T09:21:00.000-07:00

Don't talk bull to me!

I've got metal balls!

Up Up and Away

2009-06-05T15:14:00.000-07:00

In a totally unrelated item, this month I am going to have selective amnesia about someone's birthday.

Peace.

Anchored Forever

2009-05-30T07:36:00.000-07:00

On Days Like These

2009-05-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

Clouds are cool.

Ripples of Discontent

2009-05-24T06:01:00.000-07:00

All it takes is one duck

My Not So Willing Model

2009-05-23T03:11:00.000-07:00

April

I miss my dog.

When You Reach a Junction

2009-05-23T02:33:00.000-07:00

Soon I ll be running out of pictures to paste here. I've been pretty pleased with my collection of amateur photography. Discovering photoshop was the best thing to have happened to me since my X-box. Heh.

Doing something that you are quite passionate about is what life should be about. Not the mundane daily business of working.

I have been really thinking about going back to class, to educate myself even further. Probably a MBA? Seems like I have something to prove to somebody, to make a name for myself.

Working for my company now is alright, its just that I haven't found that sense of fulfillment that I am longing for. The satisfaction of changing something, or someone's life profoundly.

First step is to do to the best of your ability what you are responsible now, and when the day comes to take the next step, we just got to make the decision that will either turn your life path left or right.

Pictures of People

2009-05-23T00:19:00.000-07:00

May 2009. London. Sister.

The bitchy look is back

I never particularly enjoyed taking pictures of people, especially group photos when everyone stops and pose.

Pictures when people are unaware of the camera man are always the best. I prefer the natural feeling of a photograph. Or, just like my sister, perfecting the art of know the camera is there but pretending it is not, stopping just a second longer for the shutter to click.

Making Up For Lost Time

2009-05-22T08:53:00.000-07:00

Recently I have been catching up with a very old friend which I have not spoken too in years. Double digit years.

It's funny because we do seem to have a lot in common. I do enjoy chatting with this person a lot, catching up all these years that we have wasted.

It would be very very interesting to meet this person again face to face. Akward probably. Interesting nevertheless

Why So Serious?

2009-05-22T05:39:00.000-07:00

Why?

Take this guy for example. He stands there everyday, probably 9-5 stone dead serious. I'd give a hundred dollars to know what goes inside his mind. Or the amount of cursing he is doing towards the throng of tourist taking his picture.

He has to be dead bored doing this work. Maybe I should moan about mine. After all, I get to browse the internet for free and get paid doing it!

Swaying in the Wind

2009-05-21T23:30:00.000-07:00

This picture is one of my favorites. This was taken in a Greenhouse Project in the South West.

I tweaked it in Photoshop to give it a more swaying feel to it.

Pictures like this always makes me feel a longing to get in a car, swing my hands outside the window (after making sure there are no lorries around) while driving at 40 km/h on a country road. Just a glimpse to escape reality for a bit. No work, no problems, just me, myself and the road.

A Week In May

2009-05-21T14:18:00.000-07:00

I took this picture when I was in London earlier this month. Parents and sis were down for a short vacation and we were staying on the 9th floor in an apartment in Victoria. The moment I spotted the sun rays shining through the clouds, I just had to grab my camera and take a couple of shots.

I proudly name this shot 'Its always sunnier on the other side'. Truth is, I prefer it on this side. Those guys there probably will get skin cancer.

Someone is reading my Blog

2009-03-11T06:43:00.001-07:00

WOW!

2009-03-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

I woke up to the banging of the rain on my window. I vaguely remember the dream I had.

It was very cold as I slip out of my bed. Another morning, another day. Everything seems familiar as the day before.

I twist the knob which opens up to the world outside. I turn the key that starts the engine. I press the button that guards intrusion.

I sit at my desk. The computer blinks to life. The coffee taste bitter. My incompetent boss slumbers in. I should be the superior.

I walk here I walk there. Something is getting built but I am not sure. I dodge twisted metal, jump over holes, watch for falling anvils.

Chit chat here. Chit chat there. Everyone knows why we are screwing up. But still nothing happens. Everyone thinks they should be the manager. God help us all.

Lunch. Microwave. Sandwich. Caffeine. Nicotine. Facebook.

Type type type. The great pretender sits behind managing the internet. I wonder how much he is getting paid.

Time to go home. Someone seems to be quick out the door. Work always appears at sunset. Type type type.

Dinner. Long hair waitress and a hot mamma. Food is crap but the view is excellent. Maybe one day she will want to flirt with me. I am chinese but cant speak a word of it. Embarrassment.

Home. TV. X-box. Facebook. BBC. Messenger. Yawn. Facebook. Picture. Nostalgia. MBA? Yawn. Read Read Read. Yawn.

Bed. Gee, I am looking forward to tomorrow.