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Wednesday, June 23, 2010 @ 3:26 PM
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HAHAHA, I like this.

Photography isn't art if it doesn't tell a story. It's not photography just cause it looks artsy fartsy or simple-yet-complicated. No use carrying a DSLR if you don't know how to use it to the fullest. Knowing all the functions and whatnots. Yeah, I don't know how to REALLY use one. I know that some things can be out of focus lah, then got many2 different lenses. Oh heck, i'm not a camera geek. My camera phone is good enough. Still can capture the moment what?

Yeah, good quality photos are pleasant to look at.
And I envy those who look good in every single ma'therfaaaarkin angle.
Tsk!

It's raining so heavily now. And this time all my windows are closed. The day that the flood happened, I forgot to close mine and my parent's bedroom windows. So there were mini floods in our rooms. And our curtains were drenched. My brother managed to close the kitchen window and what pisses me off is he didn't close the other windows. He's like that. He only do things for the benefit of himself, NEVER for the benefit of others. It's like he lives in his own world.

There was one time, he was pissed that he had to do the dishes. And we were eating prata for breakfast. I finished mine first so I didn't have to wash the plate with curry. He was pissed that I finished earlier (Seriously, what the fuck right?) and LITERALLY poured the curry out the kitchen window. I laughed so loudly imagining some (insert race) man walking and curry poured on him, going Hallelujah! Hahahaha. My mum scolded him there and then but we all had a great laugh after that.

I still love my weird and irritating brother.

I was so freaking excited when I tried out my new recipe for ayam goreng. Ermm, the tepung I mean. It actually tasted really good! B ate a whole lot of my chicken. Yes, I cooked him chicken rice for dinner yesterday. The fried chicken smell was escaping the tupperware when I was in the train otw to Yishun. I'm sure people got hungry after smelling it. Teehee.

Oh yeah, i'm back with him. Yes people, call me stupid. Call me whatever you wanna call me but, well, I can't really explain it. It pisses me off when he calls me after the break up but when he doesn't, I get all anxious and paranoid. He has promised alot of things for the future and so far, the changes i've seen are satisfactory. In fact, it's making me kind of happy? But old habits die hard. So hopefully, I won't hate him to guts again. Heh.

Okay, I wanna plan for Saturday. Nak pergi beach ke tak eh? Hmmm.
I wanna get my new phone this week.
But ibu promised me at the end of the month. I'm considering the HTC HD Mini.
Hmmmmmm.




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