Botakhead.

what may seem strange and odd for us, may just be something ordinary for others.
the idea is for respect and an open mind to encapsulate our being.

that's how we all could possibly get along.
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Peace.

Haters gonna hate.

people will at some point of time, doubt you, hate you, have something nasty to think and say about you.
it's inevitable. I borrow from Churchill's point of thought:


You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.
Winston Churchill


Often, these enemies come in form of strangers and worse, friends and family. This may be difficult to understand at times. Yet, it is what it is. It's within the genetic complexity of being human, being 'cultured' and so on and so forth. 


In more ways than one, vengeance and 'getting back' at haters may be a tempting pursuit, but I think having to deal with it internally with yourself can be far greater and productive than attempting to harness your energy and efforts in proving your doubters directly. 


I think it would be much wiser to look at yourself. Let the universe take its course, leave the judgement to higher power, and get shit done. 
Difficult as it may be. It takes practice. Patience. 


But the first step may be to; be still and silent. 

Going to Hell ?

by the power of the mirror,

we are the lie we tell ourselves everyday.

without knowing it because the mirror speaks back to us - in lies we hear in truth in our heads. 

my dear child, you are beautiful

there was something about your sky being different from mine.
the colours, textures and all that's built within it that makes your sky the ultimatum.

i want to live in your sky. i want to breathe your air. taste your clouds. feel your wind.

today.

my life in stills. 

enjoy

Even so faith, if it has no works, is dead, being by itself (James 2:17)

gentleman on the right is Balan. I bumped into him tonight on our way to dinner. when i first met him, he was bleeding profusely on his arm, with a gashing wound large enough for me to take a peek into the inner parts of his flesh. Balan slipped because of the rain and slit his arm open. some were standing around as he attempted to use grass to try and stop the bleeding. Vee tried with tissues, but indeed, this needed more attention.

8 stitches and a couple of hundred dollars later, he was sewed up pretty good with painkillers and antibiotics to go.

I, for one, am no saint. I just remembered a few things which called on faith to move into action. I don't think any sort of pride and all that bs should be credited to me. It was indeed a strange situation to be put into on your way to dinner. It was indeed a very delicate moment in time - where you are caught in a dilemma with yourself to either extend your hand or walk away and hope for the best for the man.

Perhaps, the moral of tonight's event is simple. Irregardless of your beliefs, Christian, Jew, Muslim, Hindu, Atheist, I think we are all in some point of time be tossed into a situation to be good to our fellow man. Often times, to people we may not even know. In those circumstances, here's my word out to you, to simply 'do good'.

You may not be a Jesus or Buddha, but whatever little indeed helps.

Fat vs Fit

Not all of us were born to be great and talented athletes. Neither were many of us designed to perform like beasts and warriors on the field. Some of us are indeed mediocre and 'just right'.

At the same time, what separates the elite from the mediocre are perhaps two things:

1. Potential
2. Harnessing Potential

Everyone, whether they like to believe it or not, have this inherent potential to perform and 'be' beyond themselves. The only barrier to ever expressing this potential is perhaps their ability to harness and take advantage of that potential. This in fact, takes countless hours of effort, time, trial and error, experimentation and discipline.

It is true, there are no short cuts to greatness, only a road which a few with courage may want to walk, run, lift and carry.

Let me try and put it into context of sport. I for one was never excellent in many of the sports i pursued in. Pretty mediocre I'd say.

Yet, at the same time, I'd like to see the power of sport and life correlate in strange and philosophical ways. Sport and life is like a continuous journey of development. OF oneself, body, mind, and spirit.

The achievement to be 'great' doesn't come instantaneously. It requires a lot of patience and perseverance. To shave that extra 5kgs, to lift that extra 10, to beat that 2 seconds from before. It's all a matter of continuous exercise of self development in 'getting there'.


Along the way, injuries like hurdles are bound to occur. This is where the test of mental toughness and intelligence comes to play. How you deal with yourself, how you manage your body, how you continue to fight and move (literally). If we allow these hurdles to impede development, the road to greatness and the battle with it is already lost. As I stand, my back is not the same as it was and now the shoulder has given way (just a tad), yet in my head, i know there are ways to be above this.

You may be fat now and your journey may just have begun in your walk to leading a better life. A healthier one, a more wholesome one and a wiser one - with decisions on how we can continue to be better than we were yesterday.

I for one, am still on this journey. Attempting to be better than yesterday.

sin on a plate

we are all put on for a show.
and you're perhaps the biggest clown of all.

found these boys fagging outside Starbucks.
I say, too young. too soon. too pretentious.

should have beaten them up.

50 years kicking it together. all the more reason to smile.

you find artwork wherever. even when it's not intended.

too old for this shit. really.
i am out of juice.

this is grown up shit.

If you love songs that haunt.

Find it here

i like the silence. it keeps me sane.

today, Brad Pitt thought me that happiness is a wave you can never truly ride. It's irrelevant. It's just too troublesome to kind of make happiness 'stick'. It's too difficult to make happiness work. One moment you're happy, another you're not - for whatever reason.

He proposed. Peace. Even more so with yourself. For something like peace is a little bit more solid.
Makes perfect sense.

The Fhotto Project

Exceptional design by Su San

So, it comes a time in my life where I'd love to experiment on new things. You can never be too sure if what you're doing will come back to you reaping benefits or destroy you.

Yet, the idea is to perhaps just dive in and see where it will lead you. So, 2011 is where I embark on this strange and creative journey with a couple of good friends in trying to get some kind of 'movement' across the web-sphere. Through the art and power of photos.

I hope by to grab some good submissions of you - whoever you are. Clicking the picture above will lead you to the site. If you need more info on what's going on. You know where to find me and how to contact me.

In Pursuit of Contentment and Happiness.

i think the only true way of finding contentment is by taking a look at yourself right now in relative comparison to a point in time in the past.

today, i see and understand a different sort of self to who i was compared to a year ago - i count my blessings. And I try to complain less about my life today.

Physically fit and stronger. Mentally sharper and wiser. and less of an ass hole today than yesterday.
I think we've got a lot going for. It helps keep you grounded. contented. grateful. and ideally happier.

Cocky and Arrogant.

While the two may be thought of being the same, perhaps, if we understood it better, it wouldn't be so.

When we think cocky, perhaps, Bruce Lee and Mohammed Ali.
And we remember them being the greatest.

When we think arrogant, we think .. cunts, ass-holes and dickheads.

So, perhaps, to be cocky can be somewhat of a good thing.

nature. you have to see it to believe it.

Moving House

So, I got really tired of tumblr. Despite it being really pretty and decent. It didn't have 'space'. It lacked focus. It was all over the place. Cluttered with image and text and what not. Also, the idea of 'tagging' the photos got my really annoyed - it felt like I was posting shit up to get the approval of others - LIKES and REBLOGS become the objective. Not the sharing of thoughts and pictures. 

Thus, I've returned to blogger. Simple formatting with clear space and less 'distractions'. I didn't want to go back to vox.imago as well cause I think it was about time to move on from where I was 3 years ago perhaps when I first started. 

I will try to be a little more focused with this one. A little bit more thinking and filtering of thoughts before stuff goes up. With that. Let's begin.