Yeah, this camera does not do well close up.

And by close up, I mean aprox. arms length from subject.

Got a boatload of blurry shots.

See the perching giant dragonfly right in the centre of the frame?

Yeah, me neither.

Stunning flowers all out-of-focus.

This camera does best on a blazing bright day, for long-range landscapes.

I realised just how soft and pastel my film turned out with a $10 Taobao plastic camera. Too bad it started to light-leak badly after the 2nd roll.

Hmm... 

On second thoughts, I actually quite like the light leaks.

I'm always underestimating the amount of stuff I need for other stuff. Especially space, physical or digital. We buy more books than we have bookshelves for, we download more songs than we have gigabytes. I started buying those thick (and expensive) Playstation magazines when I was 14 and kept them in a drawer under my bed. Back then when all I owned were Playstation magazines and a pencil box, a drawer under the bed worked just fine. Now? Heh heh heh, it's like playing tetris with all those junk. Anyway, as I was browsing through pinterest for inspiring shelving ideas, all these photos popped up:

Who, tell me who, arranges their shelves like these? WHO??!

Look at how much space is wasted. There is a reason why books are never placed horizontally. It's a pain to take out. Also, the decorated tissue box gets a whole aeroplane-tray-sized seating area? That shelf can easily hold the whole encyclopedia britannica plus room for the Harry Potter series. Except now it can only hold 10 sad tomes and a few pretentious "art-forms".

Unrealistic shelving is unrealistic.

Argh. Goosebumps.
My favourite score from the movie Interstellar. Compare it with my favourite score from the other amazing sci-fi film, Gravity.



No comparison. They are both sublime. And speak about hope in the face of impossible odds with very different styles.

If God is Love, He is, by definition, something more than mere kindness. And it appears, from all the records, that though He has often rebuked us and condemned us, He has never regarded us with contempt. He has paid us the intolerable compliment of loving us, in the deepest, most tragic, most inexorable sense. 

— CS Lewis, The Problem of Pain  

To love and forgive is painful for us. But I often forget that it is deadly to God.
In a sense, Nietzsche was right: God died; and we have killed Him. I have taken him and nailed him to a cross and he bore the punishment that I rightfully deserved. What terrifying love is that which would make a cosmic king lay down his life for the murderer that I am? And what stupefying joy it is that he has risen and conquered death? And how utterly bewildering that the object of his affection is me? ME? Me the coward? The liar, hypocrite, bigoted, petty, unkind ME?? If this is a lie, it is a frightening lie. But if it were true, it is infinitely more terrifying to behold. Because this means my life is no longer my own—it was bought at a monstrous price—with the life of a God. Who loved me enough to think it a worthy exchange.

Some colour names get way more attention than others. It's not fair that pretentious things like Ebony (meaning black), Crimson (meaning red), Scarlet (red), Obsidian (black) and plain ole' black (... I'm seeing a pattern here) gets used in every other movie/game/book title while colours like Periwinkle, Brown, Mauve and Aquamarine gets little love. Prejudice exists in colour-name-selection too!