25.Apr.2008 Tell me what makes a man

I like the knot on the strings. Looks like… Tinkerbell!

Those chinese characters mean The Buddha Tooth Relic of Singapore.

There’s a sense of “I’m gazing heavenwards and the light is pouring down on me” type of feeling.

I like the fuzziness of the string and the duality of the bells.

I think this looks alright. Nothing spectacular.

I’m trying to show the reflection in my lil brother’s eyes. Not really what I hoped, though.

Again, random shot.

Here is yet another post filled with pictures that I took today. I’m going to the KnitOut tomorrow (YAY!) and I’ll bring my camera along. Hopefully I’ll be abe to take lots of nice pictures and show more of them to you.

I realise that I love macro shots taken with my good-enough-but-could-be-better FinePix 20. I’m just an amateur, so I have a tendency to take a couple shots of the same thing, I guess. I wonder if this is one of the quirks of being an introvert. A tendency to notice and like looking at details.

I remember seeing a rather unpleasant incident happen to a quite eccentric person. Well, being eccentric and “not conforming to what others want you to be” often makes life unpleasant since you would be up against the majority. Not to mention the fact the Alphas (“leader” of said majority) like to pick on the Omega (the one at the bottom of the hierarchy ladder).

What I’m trying to say is, why are you so mean? Is it so hard just to be a little nice to people, even if they’re strange and not “your type”? Why can’t you just accept people for who they are? At least they are true to themselves, and even though they may feel hurt being purposely left out, they will stand back up and find good people who accept them for who they are.

But you. You “gain” your authority by bossing your “friends” around. Do you really think anyone enjoys being treated like that? Without them, you have no authority. Without them, you are nothing. Do you really enjoy your life like that?

I’m still feeling troubled by the attitude of “You” towards the ED (eccentric dude). There’s this nasty feeling from having watched that bad incident.

I mean, really. Is it so difficult to be nice to people? Just a kind word, a gentle smile, or a cheerful greeting. Is it so difficult to expend just that little bit of energy to make others feel good? Watching them blossom into self-confidence, isn’t that a good thing too?