tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197464392024-03-13T18:30:56.058+08:00pelangi hitam putihsofort, unverzüglichamerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.comBlogger739125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-13702872643435443462011-10-11T02:24:00.000+08:002011-10-11T02:24:39.656+08:00Things happen.<div><br />
</div><div>It's not always about you. In fact, sometimes, it never ever was about you, though you can't bear the pain it brought you, the nights you spent staying up, trying to find a solution, figuring out where you went wrong, praying to your deity of choice for a hope of an answer. </div><div><br />
</div><div>How can nothing hurt so bad?</div><div><br />
</div><div>This is life. Try to catch up.</div>amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-11968572827788281222011-06-05T01:51:00.000+08:002011-06-05T01:51:03.803+08:00He stays at his workplace this chap, because he don't have money to go back home, pretty depressing to say the least, but then again, I told him, you're awfully lucky to have a job.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-60610312661710993442011-05-15T22:46:00.000+08:002011-05-15T22:46:17.195+08:00<i>"Berikanlah aku 10 pemuda maka akan kuguncang dunia</i>"<br />
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When you sit down and think about it, Sukarno's bold, blood boiling statement is not that hard a thing to achieve, especially if you take it literally, to shake the world. Look around you, pick up a newspaper and read. The world has been shaken by less a number of men than that.<br />
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<i>"Berikan aku 10 pemuda maka akan ku-ubah dunia"</i><br />
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Now that's something yet to be seen.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-25511416728634757272011-05-15T22:39:00.000+08:002011-05-15T22:39:04.788+08:00Three Quotes1. Only enemies tell the truth, friends and lovers lie endlessly.<br />
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2. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer. <br />
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3. Friends come and go, enemies accumulate.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-38425200688388104902011-05-12T23:22:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:22:12.369+08:00It rained today. Thank God, it rained today.<br />
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He took a glance at the clock, hanging on the wall, that clock he very much despised. Why? Because it lies, it's not honest, it gives false hope and breaks bona vide ones. He despised it because it was 5 minutes early. How funny, he thought, to despise something yet having to rely on it day in and day out. Oh the beauty, oh the tragedy. The duality of men.<br />
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Yet today, as of that moment, neither if the clock was lying or if it is telling the truth, he knew that it was him who is late. The thing with being late it that from the moment you establish that you're late, your every action will speed up: you talk faster, you walk faster, you think faster. Faster, as if you've been cheated by time, who ran before the gun goes 'bang', in an Olympic dash with the weight of your nation's hope hung around your neck, waiting for the gold to lift it off. Faster, faster, faster.. until as always, you lose.<br />
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You lose, but your morality is unshaken. You lose, because the clock lied. You lose, because time cheated. You are never wrong.<br />
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By the time he arrived, the place was empty but for a lone figure in the distance, with a broom, sweeping the floor in slow mundane motion, left and right, left and right, left and right. If you play a soft string orchestral music to accompany this visual, you will get a beautiful movie scene, when the selfless janitor, who the night before saved the young girl from the school bullies, went back to his life as nothing happened yet little did he know, that the young girl he saved was actually his daughter, unknown to him because she was born while he was in the prison and she was running down the opposite corridor to thank him only to get there a few seconds too late because the bullies came back to gun him down in cold blooded revenge. Alas, today, is not going to be that day.<br />
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He walked over to the guy, waved over and said hi.<br />
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"It rained today", he said, gesturing out the window to the tiny droplets of water, racing down the window panes.<br />
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The man glanced outside and smiled. "Thank God, it rained today".amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-877776164219979732011-03-29T01:22:00.002+08:002011-03-29T01:27:47.713+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://kickinthepeanuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/burri-1024x684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://kickinthepeanuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/burri-1024x684.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Probably the most beautiful photo a man could capture.</div><br />
Rene Burri.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-61930249368314881452011-03-29T00:52:00.009+08:002011-03-29T01:26:59.998+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWLY8-KWTwyb0GFNHIGMEECYAxCKRUZavg8MgruRwuRSZPZtrckLxfXArogN2HWTwvP7YbP4vVN5MU0iWcMiOptantuQ28CAx-2ephIhRIz_hoUa47NDnRUENhdEc2GMlx-Xcxw/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWLY8-KWTwyb0GFNHIGMEECYAxCKRUZavg8MgruRwuRSZPZtrckLxfXArogN2HWTwvP7YbP4vVN5MU0iWcMiOptantuQ28CAx-2ephIhRIz_hoUa47NDnRUENhdEc2GMlx-Xcxw/s1600/Untitled.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's easy to scoff at people who tried to take their own life away when you don't know what they've been through.</div><br />
Oh, they are just doing that to get attention, you say but you don't know what they've been through.<br />
<br />
Yeah, maybe they are doing it to get attention, because it's the only way they know how to. We don't know because we don't know what they've been through.<br />
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God hates people who take their own lives, they burn in hell for everafter but we don't know what they've been through.<br />
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It might be a small a matter to you, how stupid their problems and their grieves but you don't know what they've been through.<br />
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Instead of all the sneering why not we spend a time and think about what they've been through?<br />
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You know that guy in your class, on the same bus as you, in that corner of the restaurant every Tuesday afternoon, their long blank stares and their fingers lost in the mess that is their hair. Why don't you ask him what he's been through?<br />
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Or that girl alone on the bridge in a cold winter's night. What is she going through?<br />
<br />
Why don't you trying giving them some attention before they demand it themselves? You have people you can talk to about your mom, your work, your friends, your dreams, your hopes, your fear, your pain, your joy, your love. Be that someone to people who aren't quite as lucky as you.<br />
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You don't know what they've been through.<br />
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You don't know what they've been through.<br />
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You don't know what they've been through.<br />
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Suicide is painless when it is not happening, though it's not as painful as living with no one listening.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-44212482066829400052011-03-27T20:35:00.000+08:002011-03-27T20:35:25.834+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvx71FxQpnUk3ZeyBZaQM6uJTMcdjegPvXRcwkZ_C4zmyG1baHqHOjHsYVicUHQbb4wqkGKuSRMdMDh8syUyckkObIOgn_G4PygwIdDRNQKEEpnMnydp-GjHKNKuVOmRyx6oT3A/s1600/The_Children_of_War_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvx71FxQpnUk3ZeyBZaQM6uJTMcdjegPvXRcwkZ_C4zmyG1baHqHOjHsYVicUHQbb4wqkGKuSRMdMDh8syUyckkObIOgn_G4PygwIdDRNQKEEpnMnydp-GjHKNKuVOmRyx6oT3A/s640/The_Children_of_War_2.jpg" width="416" /></a></div>You know how when you go to interviews and you'll be asked what do you want to be in 5 years time? A few times I answered 'Happy'.<br />
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I want to be happy.<br />
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Most times though, what I get in return is blank stares.<br />
<br />
"Happy?"<br />
<br />
Yeah, happy. I figured that what they wanted to hear is that I want to earn RM10,000, live in a house along Jalan Bukit Pantai, drive around in a Volkswagen Golf.. you know, that sorta stuffs. Being happy doesn't sound too ambitious I suppose, or perhaps, earning RM10,000, living in a house along Jalan Bukit Pantai and driving around in a Volkswagen Golf is their idea of happiness.<br />
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Sorry I'm not that guy. There's plenty of him around, you can have him. I can't be him.<br />
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I remember telling one interviewer, chit-chatting in an interview that is clearly lost, when he asked me what is it that I really wanted to do, that I want to be a photojournalist, a war correspondent perhaps, with my dusty camera, behind debrits of what was a house, somewhere on the frontline of some future war, covering every minutes of it.<br />
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He then asked me, aren't you scared you might get hurt? I told him, if I get to do that, I don't mind dying. But don't ask me to do things I don't want to do, because I know that I'll never going to do it.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-57789594625940563462011-03-22T17:00:00.000+08:002011-03-22T17:00:35.449+08:00This is Amir Hadi Azmi<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hariryariffinismail/5545778209/" title="CNV000043 by hariryariffin, on Flickr"><img alt="CNV000043" height="433" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5255/5545778209_13ca0c625f_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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To paraphrase <a href="http://izhamismail.blogspot.com/">Izham Ismail</a>, <i>'Tak terror, tak handsome, tak kaya. Rock pun tak.'</i><br />
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March 2011.<br />
Jalan Imbi.<br />
Leica M6 + Summilux 50/1.4 + Kodak Ektar 100 + <a href="http://hariryariffin.blogspot.com/">Hariry Ariffin's</a> lasik eyes.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-3318107735419326362011-03-13T11:49:00.002+08:002012-12-03T11:21:00.198+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5521723282/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="360" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5521723282_cd1d66d1b8_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Ehsan and Sofiaamerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com54tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-73354492547387713152011-02-19T23:51:00.000+08:002011-02-19T23:51:28.088+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5458211481/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="429" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5458211481_83cf7c67f9_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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19 February 2011<br />
Ayer Keroh<br />
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 50/1.8 + Available, light. Available light.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-12887597699604627192011-02-17T17:31:00.001+08:002011-02-19T23:49:24.592+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5453201232/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="428" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5453201232_b92c37739e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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15 February 2011<br />
Kampung Tunku<br />
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 50/1.8 + Old Moneyamerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-61166303076907154622011-02-13T14:01:00.001+08:002011-02-13T14:03:34.703+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5430341209/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="433" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5137/5430341209_2546cfac27_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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I am like my photos; sometimes colourful, sometimes in black and white yet always static.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-62404825510302178552011-02-09T21:26:00.000+08:002011-02-09T21:26:48.722+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5430344911/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="433" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5430344911_946eed0c93_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Serendipity.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-90530406217514361282011-02-09T09:50:00.000+08:002011-02-09T09:50:17.510+08:00There is a pertinent story about a man who was working on an oil platform in the North Sea. He woke up one night from a loud explosion, which suddenly set his entire oil platform on fire. In mere moments, he was surrounded by flames. Through the smoke and heat, he barely made his way out of the chaos to the platform's edge. When he looked down over the edge, all he could see were the dark, cold, foreboding Atlantic waters.<br />
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As the fire approached him, the man had mere seconds to react. He could stand on the platform, and inevitably be consumed by the burning flames. Or, he could plunge 30 meters in to the freezing waters. The man was standing upon a burning platform, and he needed to make a choice.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-43646535864317963392011-02-05T21:57:00.000+08:002011-02-05T21:57:20.975+08:00Kata-kata yang dipermusuhkan1. Nanti<br />
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2. Aku ingatkot..<br />
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3. Biasalah<br />
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4. Aku rasa..<br />
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5. Okay kot..amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-7823460279417055882011-02-05T21:52:00.000+08:002011-02-05T21:52:48.149+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5415268827/" title="20101205-DSC_0220 by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="20101205-DSC_0220" height="428" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5415268827_7f6537b4ae_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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5 December 2010.<br />
Raja Chulan and Sultan Ismail.<br />
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 50/1.8 + Adobe Lightroom + Facing futures.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-38439018975077781472011-02-04T23:56:00.000+08:002011-02-04T23:56:47.733+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5415265851/" title="20101205-DSC_0197 by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="20101205-DSC_0197" height="360" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5415265851_1cd3f27887_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5415273333/" title="20101205-DSC_0210 by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="20101205-DSC_0210" height="360" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5096/5415273333_7fba9ef2b9_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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5 December 2010.<br />
MCOBA Dinner at Hotel Istana.<br />
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 50/1.8 + Nikon Speedlight SB900 + the ladies' man.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-77991114866539007662011-02-02T01:08:00.000+08:002011-02-02T01:08:16.388+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58634745@N02/5408142790/" title="DSC_2617 by amerhadiazmi - random things, on Flickr"><img alt="DSC_2617" height="426" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5408142790_12925886b5_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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<blockquote>The door of the compartment was open and I could see the corridor window, where the wires-- six thin black wires-- were doing their best to slant up, to ascend skyward, despite the lightning blows dealt them by one telegraph pole after another; but just as all six, in a triumphant swoop of pathetic elation, were about to reach the top of the window, a particularly vicious blow would bring them down, as low as they had ever been, and they would have to start all over again."</blockquote><br />
Nabokov. "Speak, Memory"amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-11344571704493561942011-01-28T00:18:00.003+08:002011-01-28T00:30:08.885+08:00Freefall<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5393284976/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="424" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5296/5393284976_fa844297af_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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My expectations were high when I first watched The Revenge of The Sith, because at long last we were going to be able to see the fall of Anakin Skywalker and the becoming of Darth Vader, and like most people I was disappointed.<br />
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Just like that? He turned into the greatest villain ever on the silver screen just because of that? That?<br />
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Nonetheless, looking back at it now, I guess I understood what happened to Anakin. He was already fallen a long time before. Long before he was in the Chancellor's office, seeing Mace Windu being thrown out of the window on his own personal, very physical fall.<br />
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You see, like Anakin, we are all fallen, each in our own way, for our own way, whatever that maybe. His fall came about the time he was so sure of himself being the greatest Jedi of them all, and his fear of losing Padme and their children. Palpatine came about with a question to the answer that he already knew.<br />
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We have made that decision to walk off the cliff long before we even see the cliff. It is just a matter of timing.<br />
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But have you heard about the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: So far so good… so far so good… so far so good. How you fall doesn’t matter. It’s how you land. It doesn't have to be bad and even when it is bad, it not necessarily a bad thing. Despite his fall, and his bad landing, Anakin eventually sacrificed himself to save his son, undid all the wrong he had done, brought forth stability to the Force, peace to the galaxy and fulfilled his destiny. <br />
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Some people just need to know how deep the abyss is before they can appreciate the height of the sky.<br />
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May 2010.<br />
Ayer Keroh.<br />
Nikon D40 kit + Adobe Lightroom + chaos.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-16137152620268760242011-01-26T23:25:00.000+08:002011-01-26T23:25:45.929+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5390362858/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="428" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5052/5390362858_4f9f312fa9_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Chasing dreams.<br />
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December 2010.<br />
My room in the attic.<br />
Nikon D80 + AF Nikkor 50/1.8 + Yuri Gagarin, Lenin and Tweety.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-82754926969862728822011-01-23T15:25:00.000+08:002011-01-23T15:25:24.903+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5380297224/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="360" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5380297224_f3d99c34ca_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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November 2010.<br />
Jalan Desa Ria.<br />
Nikon D40 kit + Adobe Lightroom + What have I gotten myself into?amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-29929733736821937182011-01-22T20:12:00.001+08:002011-01-22T20:13:31.579+08:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58634745@N02/5377807458/" title="Untitled by amerhadiazmi - random things, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="360" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5244/5377807458_a1d4744f32_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Music is perhaps the epitome of human's creativity.amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-3503881358905683772011-01-20T11:11:00.000+08:002011-01-20T11:11:05.577+08:0050People often sneer at others who only asks God for help when they are in trouble, but isn't that better than those who never asks God for anything?<br />
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Boys don't cry. If that is the case then I guess I'm now a man.<br />
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The worst feeling in this world is without a doubt, the feeling of disappointing others, of which I am guilty of time and time again. I wasn't quite sure if you caught notice of the last few seconds of our phone conversation when my emotions betrayed me and I let loose a hint of tears over your assurance that everything is going to be fine. Is it so wrong though if you do? Perhaps we've been living deep in that age old dogma that we pushed aside the things that we feel is right for the things we think is right.<br />
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Can a heartless person possibly cry?amerhadiazmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08097257097377075201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19746439.post-85335914810087905562011-01-19T10:27:00.002+08:002011-01-19T10:46:54.866+08:00A year ago<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amerhadiazmi/5368401571/" title="1 by amerhadiazmi, on Flickr"><img alt="1" height="448" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5249/5368401571_7e336927a3_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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