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In the early years of your life, you think everything runs smoothly, you picture your youth taking flight into a jazz-funk world with confetti and challenges ahead, you aspire to have good working lessons at the office after your interviews, and you see your life run itself like an engine by it's pistons.


But that's not half the challenges you will face.






Because there is still always, the deep end of the pool.

Labels: rediscovering myself

Only in time, will you see yourself in the mirror, and be glad things are changing. You'll be glad that you don't see the flaws you had years ago. Glad to see the wrinkles in your face showing ur growing cautiousness. Glad to see the faded pupils in your eyes, elaborating the memory-engraving experiences you were encumbered with along the way.

You'll hear the raindrops differently, they splash on the ground with violent roars of water waves exploding in all directions, yet they only wet a tiny little spot on the floor, in their micro little world.

You'll drive to work differently, you forgive the maddening weaver, and the hurried queue-cutter, you will not brake in front of them on purpose or honk at them, but you will bless their souls for safety and peace.

You'll see the leaves falling, not because of gravitation, not because of the changing season, but because if it doesn't fall, a new one can't grow and if all new leaves don't grow, where on earth would we live to find oxygen-dispersing dead brown leaves?

You can't escape change. It's all around you, beneath your eyes, inside your handbag, in the kitchen, at the board meetings... Change is so frequent and ubiquitous till you could discover that "change is changing". No matter what you do, you are subject to change.

So be happy when you face change. With a smile. =)

Trying out a new app. Called iBlogger.

It's got much less bugs than my previous blogger app, BlogPress, but the drawback is that this one can't upload pictures... Hmm sad =(

But anyways. My apps sampai 8 pages already. At 16 apps a screen, that's a frigging big chunk of my 8gb phone memory gone.

And I sound like a geek now.

WELL BOOHOO TO YOU ANTI-APPLE PEOPLE. I'm bitter.

Ok progress test 2 next wed and thy. Ciao!

Yeap!

I've got an mp3 player too! with a big screen. Basically it plays songs, currently up to 2000 songs, but I usually fill my mp3 player up with games, photos, phone numbers, sms and my class time table.

I am particularly fond of one application on my mp3 player called Old Booth.





Nice rustic feel, in line with it's function. hahahaha. here's how to use it.





Choose a gender for your portrait.





Take a photo using the mp3 player's existing camera, or choose an existing photo from the photo library.





Select a portrait style for your subject.





Align your subject with the area indicated for superimposition. Make some adjustments to the size, position and rotation of the subject.


Viola.




































And here's the one we've been waiting for.














SUKI HAMASAKI?!?!?!?!





All that, packed into an mp3 player, priced at RM1440.




So, now.

What can your RM1440 mp3 Player do?







I bet it's way more feature-packed than mine, eh.

Labels: gadgets

You can't fight the sore in a gash across your knee from the fall at the park. You can't take a cotton bud and an anti-bacterial solution, dab some of it on ur wound and say you'd like to experience that again and again. You can't, because you're already twenty-one this year.

You can't tell your mom and dad you fell and got injured from a trivial trip over an uneven brick on the jogging pavement, and say "hey parents! I'm hurt! Help me with some medical attention!". You can't amplify a cry and a whine in front of your family and friends, expecting someone to rush to you with utmost concern about your agony. You can't, because you're already twenty-one this year.

You can't go to the mall with your board shorts and slippers with a -tshirt on, limping from step to step, accentuating your heavily-bandaged right knee for your friends to see and pity you with consolation and comfort. You can't keep reigniting tales about your bitter experience for everyone to be wow-ed at and expect a Purple Heart award from them. You can't, because you're already twenty-one.

But what you can do is carry that scar with you, that didn't heal properly because you kept opening the bandage to relive the pain you discovered upon that gracious fall, for no logical reason but because you felt the need to utilize your emotions to their fullest capacities through acting purely based on low self-esteem and self-pity, because you claim to have been brought up the way you are, reserved and shy, quiet and intimidated, seeing derivative joy in sorrowful thought, because you think too much, running all the calculations and analysis up in your head of human behaviour, origins of character.

What you can do, is pour your heart out on to a diary with no literal disclosures because you think retaining figurative meanings and maintaining secrecy makes you seem sophisticated.

What you can do, is finish what you started, to walk, once more, over the uneven brick road to its end because you feel left behind, being the only one who hasn't accomplished a thing in his life, because you also find that these criticisms accelerate the impairment of your esteem, because you may even find fundamental contentment in completing a task with effective success.

What you can do, is anything you want to do.

Because you're still 21.

Labels: rediscovering myself