Good Time

When camera phones and digital cameras fail...

Memories can be captured in a single blast.

Oh yeah.

I Got Them Moves Like..

Melora has a nickname for me. She calls me either Sharkie or Sharkster, due to my love of sharks. And you know what? I'm a self-confessed lover of sharks. I just love them. I mean, I've always been an advocate for animal love, and I love all sorts of creatures, and appreciate the uniqueness of bugs and insects even if they make me feel squeamish(EXCEPT for useless buggies like ROACHES. Those need to be killed. ASAP.). I just... they captivate me. But there are certain animals which just have a placement of ten on a scale of one to ten, compared to others which might, I dunno, have a placement of maybe seven. For example, I'm really not into orang-utans, though there are some people who are so in love with them. I like orang-utans, and I do get mad at the people who torture them and burn their habitat, but.. well... I guess sharks and tigers just come for me first. After all, I'm a cat lover. 

Here's an interesting side note: While analysing Life Of Pi in ENG4U last sem, Leandra and I were the last to leave class while she asked a few questions to Mr Wise regarding the novel, which is has a lot of animal elements in it. I think after some kind of joke Mr Wise asked use what sort of animal we'd like to be personally, and I randomly said, "A panther." Boy did I make him laugh. And yes, I love wild cats. I wouldn't know how to choose between a panther or a leopard or a jaguar or a tiger or.. yeah you get the point. 

But no matter. I've realized, recently, how much I've been loving sharks. So much so I'm intrigued to the point I start storing amazing photos I find of them, taken by these professional photographers who stay up for DAYS on a tiny boat waiting for a glimpse of them. I take my hat off to them, sirs. 

I mean... just look at them!

Breathtaking

Those shots are one of my favorites. It just.. literally highlights the majesty and beauty and the dominant side of a shark, in particular, the Great White. I'm obsessed with Great Whites. I think they're amazing, wondrous creatures, full of mystery and intrigue, dangerous but reclusive, stunning but armed with killer instinct. Something about them just captivates me. It's one thing if it's a picture of a dolphin jumping out of the water, but a shark..? Let alone a Great White? Amazing. Just, absolutely, plain beauty and creativity of the Lord.

Here's some other shots of some skinnier models:

This one isn't quite as large as the first one. Hence me dubbing it the size zero model XD. Another thing I entirely loved about the first shark was it's massive size. Such a symbol of power and speed, it's beautiful, in my eyes. The skinny one, though, is quite the acrobat. Reminds me of a couple of friends who parkour and do back flips. Hrmm.. see, sharks do inspire humans indeed! :D

JAWS

This shot is freaky, but nevertheless still majestic. Reminds me of a lion's pride, or something. Its massive head up out of the water, teeth in full view, showcasing its power. Gorgeous.

Nature's (second-rate)acrobat next to dolphins

I hate the backlash against sharks, the point when shark attacks spur people to demand a hunt-and-kill campaign to take down the 'killer shark', as they dub it. Surfers get attacked, killed, for being in waters which are, excuse me, their domain, their habitat, their world. It's their home, where they live. It's the 21st century, people should get their knowledge first on which waters are safe, and which are not, and which might prove tactful. If you know you are at risk of getting attacked, but choose to swim anyway, and then get injured or something, quit blaming the shark. Most shark attack victims, the survivors, I mean, have often spoken in support for sharks. I remember a report of a survivor who said he refused to blame the shark, it was an animal after all, and shouldn't be held responsible. 

And that's the truth. 

Should we blame a tiger if we invade its territory, and it attacks us? Do we blame a snake if we accidentally stepped on it and it bites us in defense? Come one, people. It's no different when it comes to sharks, the only difference is that it the water can never be taken away, and the ocean is far larger than rainforests. 

The problem lies within those who have lost loved ones, and those who fear for their lives, when shark attacks happen. They start staging demands for a hunt-and-kill, which I think is a shame, because you're wasting effort and energy killing an innocent shark, when the money could be used to help out with this endangered species. 

Lol, now I'm starting to sound like some kind of obsessed shark activist. 

Don't do stupid things like these..

... you're just asking for trouble.

I had a funny dream the other night. Okay, so it wasn't funny, I was nearly eaten by a shark, but my point is, it kinda reinforced my love for them. I'm pretty afraid of them, and wouldn't put myself in a dangerous position whereby I might get mauled of killed, but I do think they are a fabulous species. I wish people would stop eating shark's fin*COUGH**Chinesepeople*, I wish people would just stop with the hate on sharks. They're lovely creatures, and need to be saved. Respect their territory, and they'll respect your lives.

LOL. I really am a shark activist now. I don't know why, something just compelled me to blog about this, after a long time of not blogging. It's prolly not even interesting, and highly un-moving, but it's just what I feel. One of my biggest dreams someday would be to go shark diving, and see a Great White up front, but in a cage, of course. Heck, I'm not putting myself at risk in case it mistakes me for chum and goes MUNCH and half of me is gone in a sec. 

So yeah, while Melora is absolutely in love with unicorns, I love my sharks. 

Maybe, one day I'll have one about panthers, you know, black panthers.

They're the epitome of majestic. Most argue that lions are, but if you saw them in real life, black panthers are like the dark lords. Heck, gotta love them. 

Oh, don't look at me like that. 

LOVEANIMALSDON'TKILLTHEMDON'TEATSHARKSFINANDSAVETHEWORLDYEAAAHHH.

*cough*

Follow

Where You'll go, I'll go
Where You'll stay, I'll stay
When You move, I'll move
I will follow..


All Your ways are good, all Your ways are sure
I will trust in You alone
Higher than my sight
High above my life
I will trust in You alone


Where You'll go, I'll go
Where You'll stay, I'll stay
When You move, I'll move
I will follow you


Who You love, I'll love
Whom You serve, I'll serve
If this life I lose
I will follow you


In You there's life everlasting
In You there's freedom for my soul
In You there's joy.. unending joy
And I will follow you..


Where You'll go, I'll go
Where You'll stay I'll stay
When You move, I'll move,
I will follow..


Who You love, I'll love
Whom You serve, I'll serve
If this life I lose
I will follow you


-Chris Tomlin, I Will Follow

To Be, Or Not To Be

To be stronger

To be weaker

To hold on

To let go?

To lose control

To keep it in?

To be a fighter

To surrender?

To obey

To rebel

To remain

Or head to hell

To give it up

To sink in

To draw blood

Dense with sin

I give up.

Roleplay

If there was beauty in this world

Above men's fickle taste, and women's pearls

If ever there was purity in its hidden form

Shunned by many

Let them bloom, I say, let them bloom.

My life as a bridesmaid..?

One word.

AWESOME.

Happy occasions call for happy snapshots. :D

I'm so happy for my uncle; he's finally found the one special woman for him, at the age of 50. He'd been praying and praying for a partner, it was his biggest wish. To be a husband. To be loved. To be able to love, and pour out his affection to a person who appreciates it.

I'm very glad for him, and I've never seen him this happy. :D

He's waited so long. 

And God has finally answered his prayer. 

Thank you, Lord, for bringing so much happiness to my uncle's life. He's been lonely way too long. Thank you for the blessing You gave him, for the mercy and grace and love You've lavished upon them both.

Bless them, Lord, and be their Light and Guide in their new chapter of their lives. 

Congratulations, Uncle!

There is no such thing as Cupid.

The true Cupid is the one perfect God, who knows more than anyone else who's best for you, who will complete you, who will make the perfect marriage for you.

:D

Wretched

Once upon a time there was a flower. Perhaps it was an orchid, or maybe it was a rose, either way I couldn't be bothered.

Know what happened to that flower? Instead of feeding on water and sunlight, it found another source of happiness. A darker source. A mysterious, and dangerous one. It fed off it. The thick, dark, sickly black liquid seeped into its roots, making it stronger, hardening the stalk and the three leaves that grew on it. The veins on the leaves protruded in tiny streaks everywhere, like an uncontrollable infection. Heavy pulsating veins, filled with dark liquid, wrapped themselves all the way up the stalk, its black color spreading like a virus, overwhelming what was once lush and green. Angry large thorns grew on the hardened stalk, the sharp pointed ends tipped with poison. Indeed, the entire stalk was streaked in trails of leaking black liquid the seeped from the thorns and the veins. The roots drank in more and more. It was like a drug. It wouldn't stop. The roots themselves grew hard and black. Everything was black. Everything was seeping with dark liquid.

And what of the flower head? I saw the veins creeping up onto the petals. I saw it sink its poisoned claws into its neck, draining it of all color. Soon the veins begin eating at it. It choked the entire flower of its color. The petals turned black. The center transformed into a deep, sickly green, thick with slime, heavy with poison. There were spots all over the petals... swollen leprosy spots filled with bubbling green pus, leaking with black liquid. It was a sickly sight to behold. The boils started growing on the stalk too, on every available space not invaded by the thorns. Soon the stalk was not only leaking black liquid, but with green pus as well. The boils grew and grew into large swollen spheres, till at last they burst into open sores dripping with pus. I watched the stalk, the leaves and the petals riddled with these green sores. I watched as the petals gnarled into ugly twisted shapes, the stalk as it crooked into a sickly thick structure, thorny and shriveled, oozing with black and covered in disease. The leaves were a skeleton of its former self as they throbbed painfully with black and green liquid, devoid of all it once was.


I held no pity for this flower. 


I saw this ugly little thing. And I stamped on it. I stamped on it hard, with all my strength, grinding it to the ground and crushing it with my foot. And I didn't stop there. I lashed out at it with a knife, slicing open its stalk, shredding the petals, grinding its leaves to pieces. I stabbed the ground and forced out its roots, and cut through its raw vulnerable body, butchering it as I watched the veins throb faster and faster in an attempt to survive. I threw the knife down. Amongst the pool of black and green blood. I poured heavy petrol on it, on every bit of ground around it. I lit a match.


I watched as the monster was engulfed in flames. 

Shelter

It's nice to hear someone tell you they love you.

And that you mean a lot to them.

Especially when you're feeling so darn crappy and down.

Thanks, bro. I love you too.

Down The Aisle

In all seriousness.

Literally.

And I couldn't be anymore excited. :)

Dear Lord, may it be a good day tomorrow!

Mind Games

Suppression. 

Because being reasonable sucks like hell.