Harsh Words? I Think Not!

You know what I hate about people sometimes. It’s their inability to see anything but their own stand when they’re angry. Or even the incapacity to have a decent conversation without pulling a fast, irrational personal attack on an argument.

I know what it’s like on the angrier and frustrated end, but I try hard to remain objectively rational about the arguments at hand and the cards on the table. I’ll analyze if I must (well I should).

So why can’t they. FYI, ‘they’ in this context refers to the ones guilty enough to know it.

I’m a lot calmer these days and surer of what’s around me. Oh, and yes, I’m annoyingly idealistic. If you hate rainbows, little dwarfs being friends with princesses, miraculous transformation of toads and a talking mirror, you won’t like hanging around me (not that I talk about fairy tales much.)

The excuse of being older and wiser is ironically starting to sound…old. And there’s your first clue, that the ‘they’ could be ‘old’. My friend once said “If it’s a mistake then it’s my mistake to make,” when I asked him why he did the things he did.

I’m compelled to agree with that statement. I think God calls it character building.

But yes, back to constructive arguments and why the uneducated fail so miserably at it… I think it’s a rhetoric question, and we shall not delve into that any longer least our gray matter decides to prematurely die off by their millions.

Harsh words? I think not.

(I also think that should be my tagline…I end a lot of entries this way don’t I…here’s one for the road)

*In a Darth Vader's Voice* Harsh Words? I Think Not.

RAW Moments...

I'm suddenly very excited...though not in 'that' sort of sense. It's just that I sometimes get 'moments'...

Moments when you think that the world truly is your oyster and you can achieve anything if you've Him by your side. Or moments when you're quite contented to just sit back and think things over.

There's still so much that I want to do and I've a lifetime ahead of me to do it, and I'm glad that time is on my side...well till I turn older again next year of course.

Now I know you're thinking, "What the hell...that's random." and I assure you that it is, but hey, this site isn't called 'snapshots of thoughts' for no reason (and here's where you say no-shite...)

I spent much of today recuperating...resting...thinking...and editing some pictures. Now I've always resisted editing my RAW format pictures because it's so power intensive that it slows my computer, throwing it back into the stone ages.

But I did, and I'm glad I did.

RAW pictures are basically the exact picture information that your camera sensor picks up and 'dumps' into your CF card. So you don't lose any 'information' inside and therefore, you're able to still recover most of the highlights in the picture and I don't think I'm terribly good at explaining this, so hop on here.

But essentially, I don't know why I didn't shoot in RAW more. It gives such a gorgeous dynamic range and allows all sorts of possibilities that other formats do not.

Maybe it was the size constraints...or the speed...or the lag it caused while editing it. Whatever it is, I'm sold on snapping my pictures in RAW mode, and here're two reasons why.

I took these pictures when I was in London's Borough Market, a place which sold a myriad of different foods, fruits, and anything else that's remotely edible.


This random window pane which reflected a steel-riveted bridge overhead caught my eye. Walking along the River Thames will put you face to face with charming brick buildings all about. And speaking of charming...


This little corner shop at the market were selling fresh flowers (and they are indeed fresh) and you'd just have to stop to smell the roses. I'm not sure if i've said this, but flowers somehow smell better in colder climates. Maybe the air carries the scent a little better. The orginal picture was in bright sporty red, but I quite like it this way...all mellowed out and Frank Sinatra-ish. I ended up buying that specific stalk.

Life's too short to worry about how many pounds it'd cost ;)

What a difference a day makes...

.24 little hours.

I heard it through the Grapevine...

In James 3:6-10, it clearly says this:

"6 And the tongue is a fire. The tongue is an unrighteous world among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the cycle of nature, and set on fire by hell.

7 For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature can be tamed and has been tamed by humankind,

8 but no human being can tame the tongue-a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

9 With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who are made in the likeness of God.

10 From the same mouth come blessing and cursing”

And I couldn’t agree more.

Out of a small group, this malicious swine will be there, spreading little rumours, starting a chain of gossip. The workplace is a grand institution to illustrate and showcase this in action – you can’t miss it.

Complain at your own peril because sooner or later, the statement gets twisted along the way. Worse than the swine who spreads the rumours are those who willingly listen without questioning the statement. These are the same people who'd believe that the sky is falling if enough people talked about it!

I’ve had my fair share of ‘the grapevine’ and it’s reached a limit.

And as much as I know that the world is based on the public perception, a huge part of me refuses to comply. Why can’t I have friends who are girls for fear of people thinking I’m a playboy? Why can’t I have gay friends because of the stigma people have? Why can’t I be a virgin despite the “cool” people around us telling us that sex is ‘da bomb y’all’.

*tcch* Geez, grow up…