Monday

historical moments...

Love stone...
national flower "bunga raya"
architecture + historical

my brother "hang tuah"
old fort

carving...
pottery

chinese
indians
ship at road not sea
freedom...

no men can ever live without past...

Sunday

political soul searching...

myblog shall be about photography.but may I excuse myself for talking about politic in few sentences.was back to where came from.lots of thing have been changed.even a tattoo & piercing parlour has became a voice of politic.as being johorian.umno is part of our religion.just like englishmen and football.we were born johorian and umno and die as johorian and umno.at my late grandfather’s home,we have 3 flags.one Malaysia flag,one johor flag and one umno flag. And am growing up seeing how glory UMNO was. Still remember those days having decent conversation about UMNO and its glorious day with my grandfather turn our tea-time into something pleasurable. am blessed to be born in privilege johorian umno family.i do.but Umno is just losing its golden touch these days.people in party now tend to use umno for personal gain.for power. For recognition.when I’ve decided not to come back and cast my vote recently prior to none of the party running can buy my political soul.PAS- too emotional and seriously politic isn’t for bunch of jokers; DAP & PRM- born from socialist based and KEADILAN- please do we already have enough chairs in politic for people who use political arena as their personal gain?like the whole clan in one party at the same time.boy how much allowances do they’ve made for a term eh!My mom shed tears, my brother kept telling me how frustrated my grandfather if he’s still alive and my uncles kept calling me demand for some explanations.seriously I felt so much loved. My reason.who should I trust to fight for people in needs. Who can work for people without own interest,without any preferences. Work for love.Work in the name of god. Politic is part of religion. Prophet, himself is the leader.just like when we did volunteering works. It’s never about us.always about the people that we help and what we did to create awareness for this needing people. Volunteering work is not a force thing.politic too. It’s the path that you choose to do with your own heart.work that you carry out with your heart and soul.cos you choose to do that.you swear on your country’s flag.i believe the only person who understand me will be my late grandfather as he’s the truth politician.he always understand what it was meant “working for people”.he wouldn’t mind bit if he wasnt being recognizable.

Saturday

pilings and clouds together


while eating bbq corn and laying on the carpet grass.i found this view interesting.

back where i came from...


lots thing had changed in my beloved country. even a tattoo parlour can get too political nowadays.

Sunday

sunset saying goodbye...











special people...


they deserve to be happy too...