I do not know since when i have such a love for photography. I love to write so much but sometimes it feels so pleasant to take pictures of raw fresh instant moments that the pen could not be fast enough to capture...i feel like photography is also a very multidimensional and communicative way to talking to people...it does not try to impose on people what one think in her mind or how she feels like the way writing may appear to do. Photos allow people to have their own thoughts, feelings, reactions ...and yet it is still an individual message as powerful as any other media means. hehe anyway i think i am just rambling... i want to get new camera and study professional photography in the near or far future :D ...
anyhow here are some photographs my friend Michael and I were taking in our trip last year. Enjoy!
Vietnamese Village


Sunrise in Hue City



i think vietnamese has one of the most beautiful beaches in the world ;)



and i love the sky ..it seems to be more far stretching and free than here..apparently we do not have many skyscrapers :D

wow life is never easy..why!!!!

i was desperately looking for job..and now that i got the job that i wanted, i may not be able to arrange my time conflict to accept it. Im in dilemma situation again...my head's too spinning with making choices all the time... personal goals, family, responsibilities etc etc are all important, none is more or less ... but $$ is limited...so its all about choices... and because none is more or less important it is just super hard to make choices sometimes feeling like guilty because i may be a selfish person to at least someone among my beloved ones whichever choice i make... moreover,limited choices make it does not seem like i have so many choices at all... i am also dying for a better camera so i give my passion for photography a good treat.But i will forget that for now :-S.it is nothing urgent..priority! :-)

oi..

but good thing is i am so in love, and we are strong and loving so it gives me some motivation and energy.

i hope i will figure out something in the end of the day.
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" AH!VANITAS VANITATUM!WHICH OF US IS HAPPY IN THIS WORLD?WHICH OF US HAS HIS DESIRE?OR,HAVING IT,IS SATISFIED? -Come,children,let us shut up the box and the puppets for our play is played out"
-The End-

It is the end of our story...and yes i maybe a dense stubborn person whose priorities are out of whack and feeding him shit that makes his tummy grumble... if i am that horrible then i was right to make my choice to go with hell.Understanding? respect? solitude? circle?what the hell do they mean when my image was those stinky shit? and we will be together again? how hilarious!Dont you remember you said i am stubborn?

im hurt you know?

i havent slept for two nights and im exhausted physically and spiritually. My housemates talked after my back about him and i immediated fired back to protect him, whereas the people i thought my beloved talk after my back and i am exhausted wait for someone to stand up to argue for me...and i do not plan to argue for myself, sometimes it is ironic to feel you can fight for other people but not for yourself. I don't know if i am such a horrible person or that is something wrong with them? And it is sad to recognize the feeling of "I" and "they" is being reminded to me.Cultural barriers?NO, it only has the fucking excuse role in this matter... it is about personal attitudes and values, how one lives a life.I plan to write a letter but i dont feel like she will understand it, and why should i bother, her hijo wont have to build his world around me..she will be thankful for my departure as she wished...and there you be in your silence and positionless to avoid arguments...little things indeed, why bother?...why would call me hija and novia when you fucking treat me like a guest...why the fuck you ask me to be ur fiance when you want to avoid shit that bother you and us... its lame. I am sensitive and it hurts deep.I am passionate so double standard makes me fire. I cant express my fire because i possess vertigo.i m human being with limitedness. Yet, i am strong enough to let go when i feel the unbearable heaviness of being.

I remember when i was at the Youth Jam,on the reflection day Coumba was telling me that i am strong and also vulnerable to the cruelty that i will meet in the world. It is not to dramatize, it is an reflection to think of over and over in the journey.

I told my friend maybe i was too stubborn and stupid.. and i should be forgiving and thinking about all the positive changes and trust i have in him,and all the hard effort he has put on for us, that i should give him time give us time and it hurts my tummy to hear him crying ... but now i feel like why the fuck should i bother...

life is very simple. If you can not tell what you want and need, you will forever let people control and bother you with that they want and assume you ought to need. If you don't bother to protect your love and happiness, you eventually loose everything.There is no paradox. There is only simple logic of life.

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"Say you have seen something. You have seen an ordinary bit of what is real, the infinite fabric of time that eternity shoots through, and time's soft-skinned people working and dying under slowly shifting stars. Then what?"

unfortunate to be lost in a life fair.