Selamat tinggal Bungaku
Ku doakan kau bahagia
Jumpa kita di neraka
So wrote a muse in a tunnel in Midvalley Megamall. A wise, profound, and yet disturbing poem. Translated loosely, it says:
Goodbye, my flower
I wish on you happiness
Meet us up in hell
Yes, I even turned it into haiku format. 😀 At first glance, it sounds like a girl did him wrong. (Would a girl call a guy her flower, and if so, would she write it on a white wall with a ballpoint pen?) He however still thinks fondly of her, and wishes her the best with her new love. The twist is in “meet us“; us is probably him and whoever he fooled around with.
Oh and I finally watched The Island. Why did he have to die? He wasn’t a typical evil. But then agnates die so I guess it was fair in a way. Yes I hope I’m not spoiling it for you. I may just have faith in Michael Bay to direct the new Transformers live action movie.
Oh check out what the haze brought in:
The Hungry Ghost Festival, also one of the freakiest full moons ever. This picture, and the next, were color-adjusted.
Earlier that day, this was what I saw walking out of ASTRO…
All pictures were merely sharpened and resized; no color adjustment was done except on the third and fourth picture.