Reading this quote had consumed my 8-minutes train ride to work a few days ago. Liked it so much I had to put it into this pic I took earlier yesterday.
Those words, they send the chills to the bone.
Often people are afraid to incorporate their soul into the vessel and live as what they are made, feel of what they want to and say of what they thought of because breaching the gap is considered as a weakness. Pride, ego, and the compulsory need to save face that the society, or we, have set and lived in for the longest of time is eating us bit by bit, day by day, just like a cancer. In the end, we are left with emptiness.
As the soul and vessel detach further from each other, we are no longer equipped with empathy and humanity. We are thirsty, suffocated. We are alone. It's a routined life. We have lost the ability to stand for our rights, to notice of what are happening in our surrounding and to a live a life full of challenges that we could look back and smile at later on. Finally, we will resort to things, and of course, money. We think we have it all, but actually...we are dead.
Vulnerability - it makes us feel human. We have to embrace it as an alive and life-long trait because imperfection is what we are. We are often and always be wounded, and sometimes destroyed, as Hemingway put it up nicely up there. At the event of us reaching our most vulnerable state of being wounded and destroyed, we realised that we are desperate for a help. We are no longer holding back our tears, we begin seeking for help, we prostrate to the Supreme Being, our egos and pride subsided. Realising that we are actually very, very weak and fragile, the emotions burst in and we can feel that our heart is running. Gratefulness, thankfulness, inspiration, energy, peace and care fill our heart - and finally, we are complete again.
The cycle of human life.
Hi there!
I finally got to pick up my prints from the photo shop, but heck, I couldn't find a place to scan them into the computer (thinking of using office's scanner, but no...just no) so I'm snapping some of them with my Xperia SP:
A good, high DPI scanner + 35mm film mask, anyone?
Photos taken in Kuala Lumpur and Terengganu.
Captured using Canon AE-1 + 50mm f1.8 lens + Fujifilm Superia 200.
Salam 'alaik all.
"Anugerah Syawal" (read: the "Gift of Syawal").
Why Shawal is an "anugerah"? Because we all Muslims with Allah's bless of vitality managed to complete yet another course of our 3rd Rukun Islam: Fasting during the Holy Month of Ramadhan, of which contains the yearly awaited night, "Lailal-ul Qadr" (means "the Night of Decree", read more of it here).
And yes, Syawal is celebrated with mixed feelings of sadness due to the end Ramadhan and the joy of completing the obligation. Whichever the feelings were, I embraced each moments when I was home, gathering, collecting, capturing all the memories and being all-there. For that, I'm really thankful (we are talking about 9 days holidays here, peeps!)
I think I must be really insane if such long holiday came without a single photo. I took a lot, I mean A LOT of them. While waiting for my film photos being developed and printed from the photo shop, here are some of the photos taken on my Xperia SP:
*Plays To Build A Home*
(From clockwise)
1. Malam raya without some pelita would be so mainstream, so we bought ourselves some!
2. My cousin brought some firecrackers, and I did a nerd dance with them (proof is in the iPad).
3. Me and my bro.
4. We couldn't stand smiling, and laughed instead.
5. The only decent family photo we had.
6. Fuad and Imran (wearing kopiah).
7. "PROFILE PIC APPROVED".
8. Masjid Kayu at Kampung Seberang Jerteh, Besut. We were here to visit my grandparents and aunties (mum's side).
9. Motif??
10. Nyan cat alert!
11. Mum and Imran.
12. Electric leaves.
13. Happy kid got happy smile!
14. My grandma's (dad's side) vintage clothing, I even thought of stealing some.
15. A retro print on the cushion fabric.
16. Rare childhood drink. Halal ok, made in Kelantan summore.
17, 18, 19, 20. Random floral pics.
21. Pretty pink tiles.
22. 7 for 6 cherries.
23. Vintage pump station, me think. Wouldn't hurt to stop the car and snap one while my mum and brothers laughed hysterically as one of them took a photo of my butt-photographer pose ;_____;
24. Brothers and our uncle (dad's side).
25. Silly kids in their little jungle.
26. Silly kids and their sister.
27 & 28. As a working person, I did the honour to belanja them all the ICT (ikan celup tepung). But our usual place was closed that day so we went to this stall instead.
29. Evening silhouette.
30. <3
31. MY TUMMY AIN'T THAT BIG WOR. IT WAS WIND!!!
32. Syukri and my camera. Later we'll see how well he did (actually I taught each of my brother how to use my Canon AE-1. I am freak like that)
33. My cousin and his smoking stuff.
34. I also did the honour to cook carbonara spaghetti for the night. I think I made the right decision.
35. Eat, eat, eat!
36. Midnight lawn spaghetti picnic. I mean, who would even do that?
37. My cousin, Umirah.
38. Smoked potatoes, whatever.
39. Crazy pelita kid.
40. US!
Officially missing home.
Original photos are taken by me in Terengganu and Kelantan using Sony Xperia SP.
Edited using Magic Hour (self-made filter + Clearly HD by UpUntilNow).
