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| I just had a very interesting conversation with my mum; Terry's Mum: Where are you going? Terry: I'm going to the cinema. Terry's Mum: Oh, with who? Terry: Oh....with Zie, Isaac and a couople of the guys... Terry's Mum: HUH??!? Going out with ALL guys AgAin?!?!?!?!? Terry: .........................................  I think my mum's starting to get worried about me being single.....Do your parents give you this sorta pressure? | | |
|  I think i am blessed with many photographer friends who just never cease to amaze me with some of the pictures they take...Of course there was a season in my life where i wish i had good photography skills...and even practiced some of my supposed "skills" with his cacat 2.0 megapixel camera phone... :P I mean, i'm pretty sure you had dreams of one day becoming one of those really really talented photographers that takes life changing photographs of people in their candid moments...come on...be honest with yourselves....
I decided to make my blog post today a little interesting....here are The Top 5 Signs to Pick Out the Real Photogrpaher Dudes from The Fakes
1) They carry a Waist Bag, Back Pack, Shoulder Sling Bag, Arm Packs, Thigh Packs, Forehead Packs & Underwear-With-Little-Pockets.
Wow...he's got all these huge bags and a kick ass fanny pack. He must be a REAL photographer!!!think again people...Next time you see people like this, go and unzip one of the pockets...You'll most probably find packets of skittles, M&M's and big bottles of water in them. This is of course not the case for ALL of these people. The Real Deals are those who are actually taking kick ass pictures with all that gear.
2) They assume army style movements and poses while attempting to take pictures
Come on...you know who you are..Mr."I'm-Crawling-On-The-Floor-Army-Style-Trying-To-Assume-My-Position-At-The-Front-Of-The-
Stage-To-Get-A-Clear-Picture-Using-My-2.0 Megapixel-Nokia Camera Phone". I mean, its alright if you're in the middle of a warzone and you're the only photographer/reporter alive at the battlefield, but FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, IT'S YOUR NIECES BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
3) They grab the camera from you each and every time after you snap a picture and comment on it
"Bro, your aperture size is too small for the size of this lens with the polarization of the optical spectrums and the click speed of your finger happens to be 1.5% too slow for taking the best pictures that professionals such as i can accept".
4) They carry around 2,459 Camera Lenses in a variety of shapes and sizes.
"Hey. thanks for bringing your really monstrous sized camera lens to snap some pictures of my birthday party."
5) You tell people that the really sucky and blur picture you took was meant to be blur and sucky. It's art you say..
You know who you are...guy who's responsible for ALL my blurred out graduation pictures!!!! :)
Hehehe...ok just a note that these points weren't meant for anyone or pointed towards anyone i know or dont know...its all for good fun yea.. :)
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| Here's a story about a young man who lived majority of his youthful age not knowing the meaning of God's love and the importance of living in His direction. Trusting God would sound as ridiculous as trusting Ronald McDonald. The only association this boy had with the word Faith was a song written by George Michael and then re did by this rock band called Limp Bizkit. When he finally found God's love...he still struggled to understand the whole meaning of Faith...what it meant to have Faith in God...to stay Faithful to His calling for your life....Struggle after struggle....thoughts of giving up seemed to play ever so often in his mind. One day, when all hope seemed to be lost...when all questions of faith seem to reach a dead end. This young man looked up in the sky....almost as if he was looking straight into God's face...and asks God..."How long do i have to put up with these situations!?!?How long do i have to stay faithful?!?!? Don't you think i've given enough for You??!?!" Then silence falls into the empty room. Only the sound of the annoyingly creaky ceiling fan and sounds of tears dripping on the floor....then a small still voice.....very easy to miss amidst the loud questions in the young man's head.....says to him "How long are you willing to be faithful to My calling?" More silence after that, followed by more sobbing as the young man finally realised how much it takes for someone to have Faith in Him....
Read Psalm 118.....
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| Went for a play last nigh at KLPAC. Was my first time there and i had absolutely no idea where KLPAC was. first called my friend and he said
Friend 1: Macha, damn easy to find wan la...just find your way to Jalan Sentul then you are there already. No problem wan!!
Me: Umm, how to get to Jalan Sentul?
Friend 1: ........................
then i called my second friend;
Friend 2: Oh first you make your way to Jalan Kuching then Turn off to Jalan Sentul. Then you can find already. Very easy wan...dont worry...
Me: How to get to Jalan Kuching? Follow the cats is it? hur hur hur....
Friend 2: ............................................
Then finally i called my 3rd sister;
Julia: Aiyoh, what la you....okok...first you find your way to federal highway, then you tuen off at Jalan Kuching then you...bla bla bla bla bla bla.........(basically i lost her at Jalan Kuching)
Me: .................................
So yea ladies and gentlemen...im admitting it....I am absolutely clueless on my directions in town!!!i mean, its a crazy maze down there!!!all the turns and corners and weird sounding road names....sigh....
anyways, back to my KLPAC story.....Picked Jean up at about 7.15pm hoping that she'll know the way.
She did some homework and right up to that point i was feeling confident of my navigator...she came into my car with a piece of paper with direction written on it...things were looking good so far... :) then she gave me my first direction...
"Terry, Go north from Jalan Selesa to Jalan Rukun 6"
Me: Umm...Jean, which way is north?
Both of us: .....................................
HAHAHA...gosh...well, we finally foudn our way to KLPAC thanks to my very trusty navigator Prakash....the place looks really really really nice..i really regretted not bringing my camera...i mean..it was really nice...pretty artsy fartsy...but hey...its an entire centre for the artsy fartsy kind...and i liked it... :)
Ok, so the play was about to start. I had no idea what to expect, i was expecting like a pretty normal clear storyline kind of play....OH!!!was i shocked... :) The play was called umm...."Oh Dad, Poor Dad. Momma's hung you something something something...." i cant remember the name la....but all i can say is the play was fantastically oozing with ....weirdness...... :) in a good way of course....
I left the stage scratching my head wondering what the whole play meant or why did it end like that....apparently i wasnt the only one...Jean was pretty baffled as well. :) Oh well, at least i achieved what i went there for...
To see my dear Ex Student Aple perform...i was wonderign before the show of what role will she be playing....i was pretty shocked when i found out....
Yes, thats Aple....Bachelors in Psych student/SubEditor of the Student Newletter/President of Psych Student Association by day and Human Venus Fly Trap by night!!!! (Yes boys and girls, those girls are evil monstrous venus fly traps....) Great job Aple, i have a new found respect for you....seriously guys...if you watch this play...you'll know why i say that these two girls have the hardest roles to play.... :)
I wonder if i'll be abel to pull off a venus fly trap character? ...Hmmm...nah..i'll just stick to my Royal Announcer Role for now....
Or maybe even a Cheerleader... :)
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| The day is Monday (7th of September 2009)....its a holiday for all of Selangor and i have been looking forward to a nice relaxing day off... :) That was before i got a call from my 3rd sister,
Julia: Hey, Terry...wat are you doing?
Terry: *Mumble...grumble.....
Julia: Still sleeping ar?!?!?!?!aiyoh...
Terry: mMmmm...wat do you want?
Julia: I need help....need you to help me deliver newspapers
*Terry thinks to himself....WAT IN THE WORLD?!?!?!?!MY OFF DAY AND YOU WANT ME TO DELIVER NEWSPAPERS?!?!?!?!?!CRAZY AR?!?!?!?DO I LOOK LIKE A KOOLIE TO YOU?!?!?HUH?!?!?!HUHHH?!?!
Terry: Oklah...wat time do you want me there?
Haha...you see, i was really really hesitant about helping my sister out that day...i mean..who would blame me...an off day...to finally catch up on sleep and rest...and she wants me to run around taman desa delivering newspapers...i was really really throwing that idea out of my mind when she asked me...but then i thought about it...
My 3rd sister, Julia, is the closest to me among my siblings...not that my other siblings are horrible or anything...its plainly because of the age gap between us...ever since we were young, she would always be the one looking out for me...scolding me and teaching me stuff.....i can safely say that she knows me more than i know myself soemtimes...and the same goes the other way around....My sister has always been passionate about pursuing her dreams...she's not a quitter...and that's something i really really admire about her...about 2 months back, she started on this journey of making her dreams come true....in running her own Press...if it was me, i would have just said.."Aiyah, no manpower, no money...wait first la.."...but no...she took that step of faith and started her own press...all by herself...with no manpower (except for her husband..hehe) and not much money...but she persevered and finally...the first issue of the Alpha Times was out...
So anyways, back to why im writing this post....I have to admit that i have always struggled when it came to areas of Faith...to take that bold step forward ...by not trusting your own instincts or fears but by believing that God is the one who will bring you through...well, God has assured me once again that He will bring us through this journey through my sister....through her perseverance....through her desperate call for help to deliver the newspapers.... :)
Btw, i helped my brother in law deliver them newspapers to all the shops in Taman Desa...It wasnt the easy and relaxing day i had planned for my off day...but it sure was a really really fulfilling one....
P.S: I have a new found respect for newspaper delivery men.....may God bless your thigh muscles....
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