Talkouts

I shifted from what I used to like to do, it is more than a season because it is a permanent change. It is a change because I want it to happen.

I’m getting older. I got a new found inspiration too, it is a person.

you go to the same cafe 3 times in 2 days

There’s really nothing too fancy back home for me, but I am still glad that I seem to appreciate little things back here unnoticed by most of the people. Picking up small interesting pieces along your way seems more fun than it sounds.

Of course not too crazy about the people I smile to, don’t know who they are, but smile to anyway because my mom talks to them.

When you are at home watching series, tired but you don’t feel like sleeping yet. Your eyes closed, listening to what they are trying to say,  you notice that talking scenes isn’t only about the conversation alone.

And by you, I meant me.

Homegrown

Back home there’s really nothing much to do, just excited about Pasar Malam I’m going later. I also got a long to-eat list in mind which I’m not near to closing the books.

Also, I have been behind for my studies about… money market yields right now, self study is harder than I thought, it is literally a battle against the power Philistine monster of procrastination.

I really need to video some part of this town, I’m thinking it might actually work… Unfortunately, the way I photograph stuff in Melbourne would never work in Pontian. However, thanks for the sunlight being so ever merciful.

I am quite sick of the whole whining about Malaysia already, not only that people complain about the wrong thing out of ignorance, people do not appreciate what they have at all. Grow up.

Identity

I should go out with my camera in Pontian already, to see if there’s anything I can share here.

Pieces splattered

It takes a while, until you know life goes on without that special someone.

Speaks for itself

A slice of Melbourne

And a slice of me.

I don’t know how to say goodbye.