a l l i e

"Who I am and what I want are a secret."

Oh god, triple post. But it can't be helped. I...I'm in a situation now.

All right, here's the explanation;

Over here, in my father's place, we have two maids. Technically, one works full-time for us while the other has a part-time job elsewhere and works in the house as well. But lately, things hasn't been going well between the part-timer maid and my mom. I'll just label part-timer maid as A and full-time maid as B.

B is a maid, all in all, and asks no questions when my mom wants it this way and that. Of course, suggestions were taken into consideration but most of the time, she obeys.

A is a part-time maid, and working part-time at a kindergarten. She's obedient and helpful, and since she goes to school and such, she's a bit more educated than B. But when asked to do something exactly and accordingly to mom's wishes, she sometimes refuses and does things her way, thinking that this house is hers and such.

Mom's condition is this; she prefers B rather than A. And often, her friendliness to A has its ups and downs, but lately, it's been down in the dumps.

Something happened yesterday that made my mom blew off at everyone. It was something to do about disobedience and well, stuff. I don't really bother, as usual.

But now that my mom's not here, I have no choice but to get involve. A has been trying to get me on her side so she can use me or something (that's how I see it :S) but I continued to stay calm and collected, and not bothering about things. But when she starts to get on my nerves, I had no choice but to give her the cold face and silently undo whatever she did.

The war here is between mom and A, the Cold War, I must say. But for some reason, I'm involved because I'm mom's ally. She sees me that way, but seeing that I don't often bother about stuff around me, she tries to do things her way. But this time, I fought back and reminded her of her place.

I can't be too sure, but...she might have some plans of her own. She has many allies here, and my Mom just lost one after blowing up at everyone yesterday. That one that she lost allied with A and...well, that's a plus for A.

I only have B here as my ally.

To hell with my siblings, they follow whoever gives them more comfort. My brother, most of the time.

I don't know, she might try something and just push me around. I...I just have to withstand this. At least until Friday.

Mom, please hurry back. =(

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I thought this skin was beautiful. And cute. The font is a wee bit too small, but it should suffice. After all, you all can still read, right?

I was hunting down for other pretty blog skins, but after much searching, I finally found this. There were others that were nicer than the one I'm using now, but they had those navigational buttons which, I think, most of you don't bother to click and find out which is which. Besides, I'm more comfortable with a skin where everything is on display and nobody needs to raise their lazy hands to maneuver their mouse to click on stuff.

This is, after all, a blog.

Who would bother finding out about your life when everyone else have their own to think of?

Perhaps for inspiration, I suppose. That was what I often look for whenever I go blog-hopping. Inspiration in the form of words, from the minds of those similar to me (rarely find 'em, sadly); perhaps they could inspire me by showing me what goes on in their lives.

Others would most probably just go from blog to blog to keep in touch with others, their old friends and such. Well, if you're one of them, you're in for a big surprise.

Not here, of course, unless you've known me from long ago...say...when I was back in elementary school, perhaps? Yes, that, and then there's my first few years of secondary school life. Aah, so many has changed. I have changed too, but I prefer the term reborn.

Eighteen years of life.

Eighteen strange but wonderful years.

And with all the skills, knowledge, and strength, I was reborn again as someone stronger and more confident than before.

Haha, that's enough about me. For now, enjoy the new skin, and the new song. =)

Until then, farewell.

Ah-ha! Double post! Caught me red-handed!

Yea, I am bored.

Hmm, after doing all the errands today, I parked my mom's car at the designated car park and walked towards the lift area. It was there that I saw it.

A kitten.

Such a cute kitten wandering by the doorway. Haha, knowing me, I'd stop to pet the kitten and meow at it (cats talk back to me at times :S ), but then, these bunch of Korean kids came out from a room next to me and one of them asked if the kitten was mine. I just shook my head and told them that it was just cute, that's all.

While waiting for the lift, I just watched them take the kitten into the room and started to play with it. The poor kitten looked so lost. =(

I thought about myself, and some people.

When you happen to see something nice, and cute, you tend to look at it a lot. Perhaps touch it too, caress it gently, love it. Yet, all these lasts for a short while. Like a brief dream, no, dreams.

It's the thing we humans have.

Boredom.

And it is the one thing I fear. Boredom takes away the people you love, sometimes.

I just hope it won't come down to that.

Yes.

Usually, I would jump and cheer. But for some reason, I don't feel like it. Well, when one has responsibility hanging heavily upon one's shoulder, joy becomes such an annoying pain in the arse.

And everything begins on Monday.

Morning on begins everything and.

=p

As usual, my Father had to leave the country for Jakarta. I can't blame him, most of his work is done there. Normally, it's just my Father that's gone and not my Mom. But this time, Mom's following Father to Indonesia, but they're both going elsewhere. While Father's in Jakarta, Mom'll be in Acheh.

Yea, it's the place where the tsunami destroyed the whole town.

I hope things are fine there. Even Mom seems worried about going there.

Anyway, yea, that's the current situation I'm in now.

Hmm...of course, this will mean more privacy and freedom to use the car, but...for some reason, it feels a wee bit uncomfortable. It's like feeling eyes watching your every move from behind you.
Ah well, it's only one week. I can survive, right?

And I'm thinking of changing my blog skin. Again. =3 This blog skin has limited uses, such as the caps and the huge size fonts. ;____;

Onwards! I shall go seek out a new blog skin! So long and fare thee well!

I'd very much like to write down a proper entry today, but due to unforeseen circumstances, i had to do a tag.

well, i miss doing one. So why not, na? =3

LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:
- TAROT CARDS!

- SILENT HILL ORIGINS!

- A nice holiday with him. All fully sponsored by you, of course. *smirk*
(the rest are all in my Desires list)

PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS: Chel, Joseph, & Rae (am I missing anyone else?)

YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :

- 1/2 of Rachel.

- is always in need of new clothes/prom dress/etc

- loves Aussie brand (lol)

Joseph
- *points finger at him* Neji.
- it's all about balls basketballs and futsal-ball.
- he always gets hurt. ;__;
- tall. 0____0
- needs better music.

Rae
- MY "retard" PARTNER IN CRIME!
- Toma! Toma! Toma! (I dunno him!)
- president of the Wei Jiin Fan Club
- V.P. of M.A.C.O.
- NANA! NANA! NANA!

MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:
Chel & Rae
Teamed up together with a few others to buy me a nice prezzie~

Joseph
Staying up with me until 12am, Independence Day!

THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:
Chel
"Retard,"

Joseph
"YOU'LL NEVER SURPASS ME!"

Rae
"I'll belanja you Milo Ais, courtesy of MACO!"

IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:
Chel
0___________0

Joseph
I'd rather be his dearest cousin. *smirk*

Rae
...uh...

IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:
Chel
...i don't want to. =( Make peace, everyone? na?

Joseph
We weren't enemies. We were rivals!

Rae
YADA! >.<


PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU:
1. Russell (I know you won't do this, but heck XD)
2. Aiman
3. Winnie
4. Jason
5. Sarah
6. Joseph
7. Rashie
8. Wei Hong
9. Evonn
10. Uber-bored people~

WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?
Rashie > All her pretty little boys... 8)

WHO IS NO. 9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?
Evonn > She's weally fwee now~ =3

IF NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?
Russell & Evonn > ...0___0... no

WHAT ABOUT NO. 1 AND NO. 5?
Russell & Sarah > That'd be fun to watch. 8)

WHAT IS NO. 3 STUDYING?
Winnie > Mass Comm~! With us!

WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO. 6?
Joseph > Last week, I think. I haven't been online for quite a while. ;___;

DOES NO. 4 WORK?
Jason > I know he works for student services~ If...that's what you call a job...

DOES NO. 8 HAS ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?
Wei Hong > ...I don't even know which school he was from, 'cept from the fact that he was from sarawak~

HOW ABOUT NO. 5?
Sarah > *shrugs* not sure~ do you have cousins in your old school, sarah?

DOES NO. 2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
Aiman > Yes! One adorable sister and one younger brother who's his loyal sidekick.

HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW ABOUT NO.3?
Winnie > We were in the same course, same class, same group. =3

NO.4?
Jason> ditto.

WHERE DOES NO.1 LIVE AT?
Russell > Sri Hartamas!

HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?
Aiman> SANDMAAAAAAAAAAN~!! MASSCOLYMPICS~!!

IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?
Sarah> Hehehehehehehehehee...

After watching cloverfield, we found a very peculiar box along the way...

Scholarships can be a pain in the ass at times. Well, to those who are under scholarship and such, congratulations! All you need to do is to maintain your grades and such. To those still looking for one, well, let's just say you and I are on the same boat.

I've been searching back and forth, flipping from web pages to web pages, and all I see are scholarships dated back in 2007. For a moment there, I cursed myself for not looking hard enough last year. But then again, there's no use looking back and whining about it. Just turn away, look straight, and walk forward.

For someone like me, who can be pretty clingy to the past, it's a hard step, but an inevitable one. Often, it just...chucks you into someplace unknown and before you even know it, you're already on that road, walking. Walking without a reason. Walking without a cause. Walking, simply hoping that eventually, it'll lead you back to where you begin so you could fix the problems and such. Of course, we all know that will never happen. And time machines are non-existent. And I doubt there'll be one in the next millennium.

I digress.

Anyway, scholarships are in abundant, of course. But for my case, they cease to exist.

"Mass comm is an easy subject~ anyone can do that~"

"Mass comm doesn't need funds, scholarships, whatsoever,"

"People who take mass comm are dropouts etc."

"Mass comm are for people who didn't do well in their SPM and has no choice but to do it,"

"Who needs mass comm? We're in desperate need for engineers! doctors! doctors! doctors!"

...

I feel like us mass comm-ers are being pushed aside, unwanted, and etc. Yes, I'm aware of the fact that there's too many of us, and most of us are in this because we don't have a choice. But a minority of us are in it because we want to, because it's our passion, because we want to make a change, a huge impact, on the world. And how else can we do it if not through the biggest human-linker in the world.

The media.

we may not be as smart as those doctors, or engineers, and others involved in that field. But we know our thing, we have contacts, and we are the reason why those doctors and engineers are made world-known.

...

stupid government and their mentality. stupid science stream students and other people's mentality on that stream. just because we're in ****ing art stream doesn't mean we're ****ing stupid. Well, some of us are, but minority of us aren't.

*sigh*

boy do i feel like i've made a huge impact here.

and by that, i meant i didn't. I'm just ranting. Just like everyone else.

**** this.

As my ears caught the sound of those beautiful notes being plucked on the electric guitar, my mind drifted off to another place. Somewhere in Australia, I don't know where, but according to Sakinah, the concert was there. Yes, the concert. A tribute to all anime and game fans.

Taking in the ambience and the noise of a concert, I created a scene in my mind. The stage was there, bright with lights flashing in various colours. The crowd was there, cheering. The music was being played, live, and at that moment, everyone's mind became one and swayed with the music. Cheers. Cheers. Cheers. So much life, so much music.

In my mind, the Theme of Laura was being played.

In my mind, Akira Yamaoka himself was playing the main tune of this song, plucking the tune of this song.

In my mind, I stood among the crowds, just admiring the way he played it.

I was truly moved by the way he played by just imagining how it would sound if it was played live on stage. Then, I started to hear people shouting his name, cheering him on. Perhaps fans, screaming out "Silent Hill!" like calling out someone's name. Of course, the theme was from Silent Hill 2. But to be called out like that, it felt like something else.

There's no need for a projection screen behind the bands playing Theme of Laura to show some of those memorable moments in Silent Hill 2. No picture. No scenes. Just the music, the band, the crowd, and the man himself. Akira Yamaoka.

Then it switches to the next song, where Mary Elizabeth McGlynn makes a special appearance to Tender Sugar and Your Rain. Akira Yamaoka takes the lead, playing the main tunes of the song, and McGlynn begins to sing the first few verses of the song.

Everything slows down after Theme of Laura, and people stopped cheering. They sang along to the verses, with lyrics they memorized by heart. The darkness grew and somewhere in the distance, someone waved his lighter in the air. One by one, light filled up the place again with people waving their source of light here and there.

Akira Yamaoka played his solo guitar part. No arching backs or wild screams. Just keeping his cools as he played. It was a calm song, after all. And there's no need for such minuscule headbanging. McGlynn kept on, pouring out her every regret and sorrow as the song went on with her vocals. Such sorrow. Such pain. Memories from Silent Hill 4: The Room began to fill the minds of the fans.

I remembered.

But everytime the music stopped.

My mind snapped back to reality.

I'm not at a concert. I'm not standing. I'm not cheering with everyone else because there is no "everyone else". I'm alone. I'm back in Malaysia, my home, sitting in front of the computer and typing this entry out.

I know.

Why oh why can't Malaysia have such concerts? To hell with boybands, bands, singers and such. To hell with them and to hell with their mainstream shit.

I want Akira Yamaoka! I want Bôa! I want FrouFrou! I want Esthero! I want Gorillaz! I want the Squeenix crew in charge of all the Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts and other soundtracks for their other games to come and perform with the MPO! I want Olivia Lufken(sp?) and Anna Tsuchiya! I want Sarah Mclachlan! I want Soil and "Pimp" Session with their odd genre of Death Jazz! Heck, I want Yanni!

Oh, how I would love to see that concert with my own two eyes, to hear it with my own two ears, and to feel the music with my heart and soul.

Imaginations can be pretty sad at times.

And right now, I feel sad.

=(

i went to sakinah's place for a sleepover (that was on friday) and well, the first few hours were fulfilled by showing 'em some videos and pictures in my laptop. We enjoyed College Saga and the Ask-A-Ninja video. then, i thought of trying aiman's "prince of persia: two thrones" game on sakinah's ps2, but her ps2 doesn't seem to like the prince. ;___; so we played fatal frame 1 instead. Hehe.

unfortunately, there wasn't enough space on sakinah's memory card so i suggested to play without any saves, just to see how long we lasted. but lol, everytime we felt like quiting (either because we were lost, or out of herbal medicine/sacred water/stone mirrors), there's always any of those items nearby. it was as though the game wanted us to finish it. they were supporting us too! wheeeee!

but we only made it to the last part, and got killed by a random ghost who apparently likes to charge aimlessly. 0__0 that just suck.

sakinah and i stayed up till 4 am in the morning, watching a sort-of psychotic horror movie entitled "the living and the dead" (sorry, aiman!). it wasn't that scary. just...gory. and sad. =(

we were both lying down on the bed, just talking about things we missed. and then ryu came out and got uber scared by nich. hehe, he's still scared of people touching him. especially girls.


so, i went out with aiman and managed to catch "the game plan" yesterday at gsc 1 utama! Well, i actually wanted elsewhere, but i was really craving for fish and chips from fish and co., that's why it had to be 1 utama. We were pretty lucky to get a nice parking space near the escalators in the new wing. WHEE~

we met up with russ soon after that and had dinner at fish and co. it seemed pretty full at first, but the waiter managed to get us a seat all the way at the back. there were seats outside as well, but the seat we got were inside. after much persuasion (no, actually, there weren't any persuasion done. =3), we managed to get a seat outside, near the aquarium!

there were not many fishes in there, and one of 'em had a crooked tail. A carp, if i'm not mistaken. russ named 'em all correctly. LOL. it was interesting. poor aiman though, we left him all alone at the table while we went to look at fishes.

well, a few strange things happened after that.

• there was a blackout in the indoor part of the restaurant (lucky us!)
• russ spilled his drink on the table. ;___;
• there was yet, another blackout in the indoor part of the restaurant (lucky us, again!)
• right after our food arrived (or maybe a little ways after that), we got the blackout on the outdoor part (karma at its best, lol)
• while we were still eating, another blackout occurred on our part. again. (yes, karma's really fair here. two blackouts each, lmao)
• and russ spilled his drink again! this time, it spilled on my jeans! ^_^;

Oh well. It was an interesting outing, I must say~ lol. we had russ drive us back on aiman's car (aiman was a wee bit sleepy by then) and aiman and i had the back all to ourselves. hehehehe.

the day ended with a horribly tight curfew, and a series of lectures from my father. but hey, at least i came back. better that than me staying out all night, eh? oh well, i suppose not all things work that way. hee~

thanks for the outing, aiman and russ, and thanks for having me at your place, sa-chan. i'll definitely look forward to our next sleepover! (*hinthing* this week at sharleen's!)

over and out~ =3

CAN'T PEOPLE UNDERSTAND WHY I LEAVE MY LAPTOP ON?

CAN'T THEY JUST REGISTER THE FACT THAT MY LAPTOP IS FUCKING SURVIVING SOLELY ON ELECTRICITY?

...

Great. The stupid light's blinking now. It's going to die anytime soon. Any moment now.

STOP FUCKING BLINKING!!

...

The one day I get to go out and socialize is the one day I feel so...so...*sigh*. Can't blame anyone, no, can't do that. But then, something evil and dark within me tells me to point my finger at someone, anyone. Everything.

I'm so tired, disappointed, and angry. And I don't know why. And I can't blame anyone for it, because I don't know why.

*sigh*

I'm sorry, Aiman. I'm sorry, Russ.

My mood gets to me at times. Don't worry, it'll all be gone by the morn. Like how most nice fairy tales end by the light of dawn. Happily ever after. Yada yada, and the rest of that shit.

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I can pretty much imagine myself walking down the alley and start to kill every human being around me with just a dagger. Blood danced in the air. Screams formed the melody of agony and pain. Precious lives taken away

just

like

that.

now that's a nice thought. Haha.

a journalist reports the truth and only the truth
but what happens when his story is just...a story?

This story comes to life in the form of a movie entitled "Shattered Glass". It tells a story about a man named Stephen Glass, who was a journalist in a magazine called "The new republic". It follows the rise and fall of this journalist, when his serial journalist fraud was exposed to the public. This movie was based on a true story, a crisis that occurred during the mid-1990s.

He was a student doing a law degree at Georgetown University Law Center and at the same time, he worked as a journalist in "the new republic". He wrote plenty of articles, and most of them received letters from the real people pointing out the faults and errors Glass had in his article. Yet, despite it all, "tnr" continued to stand and dismissed their accusations. The editor, Michael Kelly, fired off to one of them and demanded an apology for Glass.

But not long after that, Michael Kelly was sacked and Charles "Chuck" Lane took over the job of editor. And it was there where everything seemed to start falling apart.

Glass's biggest flaw was when he wrote the article "Hack Heaven".

Well, everything went well at first. He had everything in order, and nobody would've suspected anything. Here's a snippet from his main article.

Ian Restil, a 15-year-old computer hacker who looks like an even more adolescent version of Bill Gates, is throwing a tantrum. "I want more money. I want a Miata. I want a trip to Disney World. I want X-Man comic [book] number one. I want a lifetime subscription to Playboy, and throw in Penthouse. Show me the money! Show me the money!"...

Across the table, executives from a California software firm called Jukt Micronics are listening – and trying ever so delicately to oblige. "Excuse me, sir," one of the suits says, tentatively, to the pimply teenager. "Excuse me. Pardon me for interrupting you, sir. We can arrange more money for you ..."

He wrote it as though he was there.

But when reporter Adam Penenberg from forbes.com read this article and did his own research, he found no evidence that Jukt Micronics or any of the people mentioned in that articles actually existed.

Glass fought back, giving out more evidence to prove the authenticity of his story by creating a web page for Jukt Micronics to prove its existence.

And he did mention that Jukt Micronics was a big software company. Now tell me, would a big software company come up with a website like this?

Chuck even went to the place itself to see if it truly existed. But I'm sure you all know what he saw.

Stephen Glass was fired. And next thing we knew, 27 out of 41 articles that he wrote contained fabricated materials. He later wrote a book called "The Fabulist", a biography of his life.

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Watching this movie sort of made me think about my future desired career. I aspire to be a journalist, or perhaps, at least a job that lets me write.

I'm not saying that I aspire to be like Glass and get away with things easily and such, though I must admit, it was the things that he did that made me interested. As I watched the movie, I imagined myself working in that kind of environment. And in there, they revealed the steps on publishing an article, and the complications one has to go through to just publish it.

And that was only a magazine.

I expect newspapers would be a lot more worse than magazines.

Glass's story was one thing. The other thing was the whole team work, team spirit and such. And there I realised the importance of the editor. Lol, all these while, I thought there would be only one editor. But editors exists in numbers and their job seemed so stressful.

I'm imagining myself working as an intern in one of these types of offices. Me, 21 years old, fresh from university, is suddenly chucked into such an environment.

*sigh* I don't know if I'm up for it.

And for once,

I'm really scared.

Awaken.

Taste the air.

feel the cold water rush to your feet.

hear the sound of danger

approaching

silently

softly

sweetly

awaken!

His eyes shot wide open at the sound of the voice. It didn't belong to anyone in particular. It was simply a voice. Yet, it warned him of something. Water. Air. Danger. Odd, how could water and air be of any danger to him? Unless perhaps, a disaster occurred. Water rushed in. The air grew heavier. And danger came into view.

Danger? What was danger to him anyway?

He had everything. Perhaps half of the world belonged to him. Yet, this pathetic little voice in him spoke of danger. And water. And the air. Honestly, nothing of the sort could happen to him. He firmly shoved that thought into his head and locked it up. Nothing bad would happen to him.

Absolutely nothing.

He was the very essence of perfection itself.

And perfection leaves no room for error.

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I decided to stop right there and then. I couldn't think of anything else to write, even when there's so much I want to write. But why? Why did it stop? Perhaps this character of mine is too perfect? Why, most characters in fictions are perfect.

Flaws are significant, but only one or two. A hero HAS to be perfect, despite their flaws. Because if they do have flaws, like us normal human beings, they wouldn't be able to save the day. And then they would die, like any other normal human being.

They'll just be ordinary.

Boring and ordinary.

Biographies shmeh, they're all fiction to me.

So yes, heroes have to be perfect. But truly, what is perfection? Is it truly to be without flaws? Without faults? Without physical disabilities? Who are we to answer to perfection when we ourselves are not the perfect beings to answer to that.

Some say perfection is beauty. Most say that perfection is to be without flaws.

I'd say perfection is to be without a mind.

It is because of the mind that we reveal our biggest flaws.

Oh, never mind. Long story short: perfection is utter boredom. There, case close.

No wonder they wanted to just stay home and chill. ;__;

I was at Mont' Kiara, waiting for the fireworks. But there were soooooooooooo many people there. Well, we managed to seek refuge in Sarpino's Pizza, which was somewhere at the back. But when we heard they were having performances at the stage, my sister and I escaped the dinner table and joined the crowd to watch this...


The ones on the stage were men dressed as cowgirls. Sleeveless cowgirl outfits. Apparently, they think it makes them look either sexy or muscular. Well, nobody's paying attention to them as they dance and lip-sync.

We have these fire-blowers for better entertainment. And yes, when I say fire-blowers, I meant "fire-blowers".

Not fire-eaters.

They just wave their rods with blazing ends and blow 'em. And lick them too. But no, not eat 'em.

Now that that's over, I'll move on to the part where everyone likes (that includes me as well).

FIREWORKS!

We were still at the table, munching on our chicken wings, everyone at the stage was like "10, 9, 8, 7...". I jumped out of the table, half munching on my chicken wing, and yelled, "COUNTDOWN! IT'S THE COUNTDOWN!"

Everyone else were nice enough to run all the way to where the stage was, but I got separated from them and got a somewhat better spot to view the fireworks. Lol, it took most people a while to realise that the ramp was such a good place to sit and stare up. So, with my trusty sword, camera, handphone, I took some nice piccies!

It was rather hard to time the shot, but I managed to get these!

...this was due to bad timing, I swear.


But this wasn't too bad, na? I was too excited and jumped around a lot. That's why some of the pictures seemed a bit move-ish.

It was pretty when I saw it, but in this picture, they look like...squiggly red glowing worms falling from the sky. And again, that is thanks to my brilliant exited jumping skills. But hey? Wouldn't anyone get excited over fireworks? Especially big ones like these?


And then they started using the fireworks that...sort of made it look like they were throwing falling flames to us.

Too shiny. >.<

Yea, yea, I know, my pictures suck. But hey! I haven't shown you my best picture yet. Lol. But I must say, this picture, the one I'm about to show you, is the best picture I've taken so far. On the fireworks, of course. Precision; that was all I needed. But I think I got this picture out of luck, because it was so beautiful (well, for my standards, of course. I mean, this is only a rookie's job, but heck)



I love this picture. And I'm currently using this as my wallpaper in my phone. I feel so proud~ =3

Well, that's about it, everyone! Happy new year!