In Search Of My Caricature

Not that easy to do at all! Lots of self reflections... to even get the nose, eyes, brow and shape of face "right"... yet it still looks incorrect.

Millions and millions of permutations of different features, tiniest differences will make us look that unique.

Real Love - John Lennon. It's Poetry.

All my little plans and schemes,

Lost like some forgotten dreams.

Seems that all I really was doing

Was waiting for you.

Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys,

Seems like all they really were doing

Was waiting for love.

Don't need to be alone.

No need to be alone.

It's real love. It's real.

Yes, it's real love. It's real.

From this moment on I know

Exactly where my life will go.

Seems that all I really was doing

Was waiting for love.

Don't need to be afraid.

No need to be afraid.

It's real love. It's real.

Yes, it's real love. It's real.

Thought I'd been in love before,

But in my heart I wanted more.

Seems like all I really was doing

Was waiting for you.

Don't need to be alone.

Don't need to be alone.

It's real love. It's real.

It's real love. It's real.

Yes, it's real love.

It's real. It's real love.

It's real.

Read the fine print.

To The Man Who Told Us To Look At The Man In The Mirror

I have watched his life since I had a single digit to reflect the number of years I walked on this earth. The triumph of his first few albums, the adoration of his fans, the sculpting of a once beautiful face.. only to crumble in front of the world to see..

Being thrown into the wilderness and milked by the beasts of the jungles.. only to be regurgitated and spat out when winds and tides changed against him.. Vultures circled around him, to take a piece of whatever that is left of him as his seemingly beautiful world collapsed around him.. There was no support.. Only ridicules.. And the egging of the beasts for that further collapse to feed on him..
That was hard for any mere mortal to bear. What dignity was left for him?

The world had been hard on him. Everyone wanted a piece of him.. a mere mortal placed involuntarily in the position of a demi-god.. only to demand the very same qualities that we carved him out to be.

The tears behind the curtains that were not shunned from the lights that shone on him...Till the curtains finally came down...

Take a bow, Michael.. May you finally have peace.
R.I.P.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

...Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

- William Shakespeare

Picture: Wun Ying's collection

Life Through A Pin Hole Camera...

"....cos I... love the way you say good mornin,

...cos I... love the way you call me baby,

...and you... take me the way I am..."

-Ingrid Michaelson

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It All Starts With A Simple Notion...

It is always nice that we can carry the weight of nature and give support to her beauty wherever we go.

Are we able to just lift that small part of nature, nurture and provide for it?

What can I do for nature at this stage?

What if each one of us own a small tree? And we make sure that the water and air it needs is prestine...the very few millions of us will be able to in turn protect a few million trees in that same manner... that can in turn protect and provide that few million animals... and the effects of the prestine water and air to make sure that our trees grow well will in turn provide for other animals ... the list is so inexhaustive....

Guess it all starts with us adopting just one tree... or one plant... and truly care for it... the rest will run its own cause...

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Self Portrait

I have always wondered why do people often push all present emotions, good or bad, aside and smile for a photo? Is it a social norm, something that we have been trained, to do that?

Why do we want to remove all connections to what the true situation is and how we are feeling when we need to truly capture a moment?

What is my true self portrait like? I am still thinking.

Picture: Wun Ying's collection

Portrait

The idiosyncrasy of an individual that understands the savageness of a monster.

I love this picture... I am the one with that idiosyncrasy.

Picture: Wun Ying's collection

There is always a first time..

It took me a few years before I decided to start a blog. I used to wonder how so many people are willing to share their life journey and experiences with the rest of the world. Good, bad and the absolute excesses.
Some share dreams, some share exciting escapades and some share great stories that take our imagination off this planet. I am especially in awe of these few special individuals and they have inspired me to share a personal space of mine with everyone.

I am currently looking at the art work of Wun Ying. Gorgeous illustrations of characters of a different world. Whimsical? Maybe.

It is perhaps her ability to bring out the quiet innocence and beauty of the characters she draws through their eyes. Makes me believe that whatever random strangeness that can emerge out of them can be beautiful and thus exude a quiet innocence. They do bring out a certain essence of how I view the world.

Rose tinted glasses anyone?


Picture: Wun Ying's collection