~Man Asks Reddit To Help Photoshop Last Photo With Mother Who Died of Cancer

Reddit user elmstreeter asked the reddit community for help Photoshopping out the oxygen cannula (the tube that delivers oxygen from the tank) from the last photo he had with his mother who just died of cancer.

Reddit users quickly jumped in, each improving upon the previous person’s modifications.

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Perlukah kata-kata yang lahir dari bibir nan mulus

Hendak ku susun santun dan tulus?

Adakah perlu dan harus

menjaga hati mereka yang mengaku qudus

sebelum lidah laju memancung lurus dan rakus

membelah jiwa mereka yang halus?

Berdoalah

perisai jiwaku tak tembus dek caci

harga diri tak kambus dek nista

ikatan roh utuh tak terputus

Selagi terdaya langkah kuterus..

HATE is such a strong word

try LOATHE

Call me, talk to me

You’ll never know what you’ll get from me

Cut me hell just burn me

You’ll see then what you took from me

I hate those who hate to hate me!

The world’s a maze

Eighty eight days of daze

Some black some white

But mostly greys

Jika mimpi itu bunga tidur

Adakah igauan itu durinya?

What is so GOOD about GOODBYES?

Jika hayat jadi taruhan

ku doakan tamat penantian

jika niat jadi ukuran

kuharapkan hilang segala ketentuan

You gave me wings to fly

but you took away the sky

old stuff...

hehe..was sifting through my old stuff..found this here..a long forgotten work of idling in meetings..it's kinda bad reading it again now..but i'll just post em here to remind myself on how not to do this..

Listened to my heart

All I hear is silence

How could I’ve been so stupid

My thoughts turn to violence

I listen to the words

Of a sad sad song

My body aches inside

It feels so so wrong

Is it worth to actually fall in love

If in the end it’ll fall with tears

I pray I wouldn’t be hurt again

Probably I will despite my fears

I used to be open

I could say how I felt inside

When you walked out of my life

That part of me simply died

I put away in a lil box

Love letters galore and written thoughts

I gathered together all the memories

Memories of moments of different sorts

Now the box is on the top shelf

Somewhere hidden from the eye

Soon it will be forgotten

No longer will I have to lie

a night in my head

In the shadow I sit it was void of light,

the waning day seemed still and becomes the night,

passing moments unaware caught creeping by,

alone in my thoughts to wonder why

The moon stood still in the crimson sky,

God give me wings or just let me die,

what was a joke now a glaring lie,

regretting alone and wondering why

The past they play a recurring dream,

eternal longing for the past it seems,

and wishing that those dreams come true,

for dreams are perfect they’re never blue

My heart my soul all of these I’d give,

for you my dear is my reason to live,

but now this silence brought nothing but grief,

losing my head to amend this rift

It’s hard to live in a picture frame,

incessant hoping that the borders stay the same,

for Fate doesn’t colour inside the lines,

but the picture is perfect inside our minds

Wishing how things could be as they were,

thoughts of recent past has been but a blur,

but the pictures no longer in the hall,

just a faded outline on the wall

doodles-W.I.P.

Hmm..so many things to do..here are a few OLD sketches
for a web comic that never saw the light of day...sigh..
sort of drawing from real life back when I was a writer
in Cyberjaya..really had the fire to draw back then..

a passion that is kept in check now sadly, in pursuit of
greater things in the mad world of advertising..


hehehe..an art director who is all evil..based on an Art Dir
who then became a close friend and mentor..


yup, thats a representation of 'me' and 'aie'..eyeing some curvy
weapons of mass distraction..hehehe


a rough sketch of the main characters..oh, such vanity..

then, here's also a VERY old campus days 3D renderings of
mine..damn, 3D modelling and animation is also another thing
long lost forgotten in the dusty recesses of my mind..should
start on that again as well..



not forgetting the joy of illustrator and photoshop....





so many things to do...so little time...

Fighting the good fight.

~sigh..brain is working at half speed..tired..barely have my eyes open..

its just the third class in this module and yet, I already feel like slogging my half asleep ass through typing this..with work to contend to in the day and then zipping off after work at night going for idea generation course while catching a quick break fast in between…suddenly it hit me; that taking this class in the fasting month wasn’t such a good idea.. Or is it actually a blessing disguised behind this cloaked ambitions? Testing my endurance? Well, not the triathlon type endurance really, but testing my endurance in fighting the mental blocks and frustrations coming from having to churn out ideas/copy/direction for ads, finely picking out the good ones, just for the sake of selling the MESSAGE that Ovaltine ‘relaxes you’..

Theres 5 of us in the class. And Janet (my trainer) said that, for this module, we’ll be crapping hundreds of ideas before we can come upon a tiny gem of a single great idea. And the challenge would be, to continue challenging myself. To continuously try to break that wall that is holding me back.

What wall?

This reminds me of an article I read and the accompanying video of a Randy Pausch’s ‘Last Lecture’. ‘Last Lecture’ is a series of events, whereby the academic bodies of Carnegie Mellon University invited any of the lecturers or tutors, to play act and give their ‘last’ lecture as they would have it. To Randy Pausch, it wasn’t play-acting. It was the real deal. Here’s an excerpt from the webpage;

“Carnegie Mellon Professor Randy Pausch, who is dying from pancreatic cancer, gave his last lecture at the university Sept. 18, 2007, before a packed McConomy Auditorium. In his moving talk, "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams," Pausch talked about his lessons learned and gave advice to students on how to achieve their own career and personal goals.”

See the complete video list here (1-10 in total), and be amazed to understand that it comes from a guy who expects to die from cancer in a couple of weeks. And see not HOW he delivered the lectures, but rather on WHY he delivered a hopeful last lecture on his life's lessons to the world.

Why this sudden remark about this amazing man? Well, in his ‘Last Lecture’ there was one thing that he said that really struck me deep down. Really made me re-think about how I approach my dreams and how I should achieve it. And it’ll remain in my mind (I hope forever).

He said;

“The walls are there to for a reason. They walls are not there to keep us out. The walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. The walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough.”

I almost blurred my vision there for a second.

Nothing struck to me as being as truthful and as real as those few lines of words. Made me wonder about the times when we thought that we should really be giving up, perhaps we should actually be thinking whether we really want it badly enough. To step up and climb that wall that inhibits us from our own greatness. To not be fearful of ourselves, but rather to embrace our potentials to do great things. Only if we want it hard enough to break that wall.

What is ‘IT’?

‘IT’ differs from people to people. It could be riches beyond words. Or a great career. Big house. Houses. Big car. Cars. Owning a company. Travel the world. Help the poor. World peace. But whatever IT is, start by saying to yourself that, whatever that you dream for you and your well being, put a good fight for it..towards that greater purpose in life.

~sigh

Forgive me for such mutterings.. Gotta go now, on to the preparation of my artworks for presentation tonight. No time for berjimba (slacking)..Maybe later, I’ll post the sketches of my ideas for advertising Ovaltine.

In the meantime, fight the good fight people..