The next time you leave Dawn,Sammy,Hazwan,Wahidah and myself stranded in some unknown island,make sure you provide us with an iBook,some Starbucks to get high on and some food for us to survive on,we'll ensure that we'll camwhore until our dying day and set a Guinness World Record since Sammy's a hardcore camwhore.We're feeding off her aura in being thick-skinned and learning the secret arts of taking photos of oneself with one hand.Next lesson will be 'Taking Cute Photos of Oneself With No Hand'.
I think everything in this world is judgemental.Beauty pageants are never fair,judges are judging based on how much they want to sleep with one of the ladies on stage or how many times they have slept with the ladies and from their own definition of beauty(see slim,tall and fake/plastic parts of body).Art is overrated,they sell because of the name of the artist and whether he/she is dead.If your name ends with Picasso or Da Vinci,you're a genius but if your front name is Tom,Dick or Harry,too bad,you're just an average Joe who's trying to scam the whole world of their money to gain fame and money.And if you're still living,you're just an ordinary person whose artwork is called rubbish.People seems to only appreciate things when the person involved is dead,when that happens people praise him for his twisted way of art.Who are we to judge another's view of the world.I'm starting to get really insecure in that sense because statements are made by people to influence us to their point of view.And this also refers to schoolwork especially when teachers mark your essays,the way you structure your answers for comprehension,summary and so on because each of us respond to stories differently.At least have a guideline on the basics but let us express ourselves the way we want to,not a textbook way of answering.So yes,I'm persuading you readers right now to think,not judge about all that's considered equal.
A split second late will turn a genius into an amateur photographer...
Her name was written on a photograph
Right next to her red, sunburnt face
It all had happened in that long tall grass
About a mile from her old place
I can't remember how it started
And if it lasted that day in the sun
We said that we were going to study hard
We held our books instead of hands
She held a blanket over cans of beer
I can't deny I was so full of fear
It's just another story caught up
In another photograph I found
And it seems like another person
Lived that life a great many years ago from now
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic though I missed it at the time
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
And there's the first time that I tried that stuff
I think I look a little green
I remember throwing up behind a bush
And I found it hard to use my feet
And who is that easily led little boy
Who's really off his head?
It was the same night that I kissed that girl
The tall one with the auburn hair
I remember laughing 'cause to kiss me
She had to sit down on a chair
She tasted like the schnapps she'd drunk
And the cigarette she'd stolen from her mum
And it's just another story caught up
In another photograph I found
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time...
Photograph by Jamie Cullum.
