in the End

I took pictures at a construction site.
Manager always sits and watch, while others work like...

should i say,

Ants or slaves?









We live in a weird time.
But it's been like this for millenniums.
We're meant to be equal, but we are not.

Some sit, some carry heavy shit and die.

What's the difference?
Education? Caste? How rich and lucky your daddy was?
Genetics? Color? Race?

It can always be how hard you work, how much you work, how dirty you are... I mean that in the inside.

In the end, all matters.
But nothing matters. All of them mentioned can just go down the toilet.
Because, we are meant to be equal. I mean that "in the End."

filler

Im posting some filler images. 

These 3 images talks about Dewali. 

1 - It's at night. 

2 - A lot of smokes. 

3 - Kids are watching. 

Commercial Lien has been hot under the ground for a while. 

It has been proven that it works. 

Like a hot knife on a butter, commercial lien is like surgeon's knife on a patient called corrupted judicial system. 

That's some filler knowledge you can googlee-googloo.

Power to the people. 

gotta make it pristine

The man is peeking.
 We have peeks into people's life, this internet age.

Blog this blog that, paparazzi here and there.
Gossip here and gossip there, hey it never ends here.

Why are we interested in others's life?
Why are we so damn interested in what people say?

We like to become like someone, like Hollywood stars.
Live in mansions and get attentions, it's all the same.

I wanna piece of him. I wanna piece of her.
We are like zombies.

Perhaps photography made it vivid and real.
A day of Monroe. A glimpse of Kennedy.

Oh you can almost imagine being someone else.
It's like slapping a piece of meat on our zombie face.

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(I gotta update my web.. it's a bit too clutter'y... )

I'm thinking, should I start doing something new...

looney image. 

I touched a cow today. 

Two cows. 

I was in the city of Rae Brali and there were these cows sitting!

And doing NOTHING!

So i started to pet them and they were so nice to me. 

the end. 

outskirt

 Mela. It's a festival.

This is Unchahar.
About 2 hours away from Lucknow.

The festival was for celebrating defeat of Ravan. You know... the Ramayana stuff.

NTPC

internet is so slow in India. 

Pepsi carton stacked.

Carton.

I wonder sometimes if should even post these normal pictures.
yeah... watevs.

Life flows really slow in India.

Goodbye Singapore

So the world is rotating. 

And because of that, gravity pushes from inwards and out, from the center of our Gaea. 

Which theoretically makes our planet hollow. 

Wow, 

someone laid the 'loo-loo' bomb. 

I know.
When someone is going 'loo-loo',
everything sounds whack.

Like a city that locks up anyone who would talk against the empire.

You sound whack?
I'll fuckn' lock you up.

"What are you talking about?"

About Singapore? the world?

You're out of your mind. 

It's like, seeing apples in the market. 

Who'd think an ugly apple would taste good?

Must look good, then must be good. 

Must look bad, then must be bad. 

... Right...?

Who'd question that?

Must be outta' your mind. . . 

Must get outta' Singapore. 

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