Instant film was (fact), a hit in the (year). A huge success in the advance of chemical engineering. It defined the late 70's before fizzling off  in the 90's. Some wild child in the 00's ought to still be fascinated by this obsolete yet classical piece of machinery. Fujifilm is a Japanese photography company and is the only company to manufacture instant camera on a commercial scale under its instant film business group, Instax. The picture  in Article 1 (ref.above) is a modern alteration with sleek white seamless body and brightness modifying dial.

In a world that marches onwards like clockwork in space and time, clearing out the old to replace it with the new, churning and disintegrating organic matters on a constant like, like they are just matters.

And the nature of time is illusory.

And the nature of life is cyclical.

It boggles me how people dish out thoughts and believes with exactness, yet, grounded with little truth.

Misconception and ignorance rule our world. They rule my world.

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Isn't faith just a pill that people take when they are faced with uncertainty and doubt?

Didn't beliefs suffer from ridicule when facts and laws arose?

In my tumultuous mind I find no peace.

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Drugs and ecstasy, sex and carnal lust.

A self serving post. Turn away if you prefer motivation talks.

It feels like a weight has been lifted. Today was remarkable.

I feel the need to blog about a tremendous affliction that has been plaguing my mind for what seems since like ... from when I was leaving for America.

It was December 2011. Feeling the need to accomplish something before 20 was my greatest challenge but it was more fear than empowerment. I set out to run my first business. I just turned 17. My dream was to establish an enterprise, particularly a internet cafe but with a different approach. A place for more than tediously grinding an avatar to higher levels in an online game but where gamers come together and celebrate the games they love. I'll save the sob story for myself but the business didn't get pass the point to where I can open the doors to customers due to what may seem to me at that time an impassable hurdle (filthily corrupt officials who won't issue me a business permit unless bribery a deal was struck).

January the following year, I was employed in my high school, a Christian missionary private homeschooling center, as an assistant teacher. During this time I would be struggling with the idea of going to university to further my studies because the entire process seemed very obscure and due to family background (my father, a successful businessman who only got a high school cert) I was convinced it was a worthless pursuit. A university degree don't guarantee anything and the entire education system was rigged to generate money and not true education.

Fast forward to August, I am sitting in a hall in Swift Center at The University of Texas at Arlington where international students sit through an orientation/briefing before school starts. I eventually enrolled against my will but my hope remains that here in Arlington, Texas somehow I will pick up necessary life skills that will serve me well in the future(?).

Obviously with that kind of mentality I would only set up myself for disappointment. I mean I was expecting the school and classes to teach me how to perform basic, menial life tasks such as personal financial planning -- I blew a year's worth of allowance in two months -- and not only did I not receive what I was hoping to get, the US of A requires undergraduates to take general classes during freshman year to equip future degree holders with a more wholesome education. What happened was I took 2 English classes, 1 Public Speaking class, 2 Mathematics class, 2 Political Science class and 1 History class. 2 subjects I excel in and felt the materials were redundant. Public speaking was more of memorizing the aspects of a speech than actually speaking. The only class I thoroughly enjoyed was a Political Science class taught by Professor Joseph Ignani and it was on the framework of the American government. When I received a letter I got into the dean's list with a 3.75GPA in the first semester, I crumpled the letter and threw it in the bin. Don't take this wrong, at that time I felt my GPA reflected a perverted view of the effort I put in for it. I barely put in any! I did forged priceless friendships that are worth a lifetime and tried a variety of activities (beach volleyball, house parties, drugs psychochemistry) and performed routines a person living on his own would (grocery, laundry, housekeeping).

Still my frustration from unrealistic expectations built up and what unfolded in the second semester are not to be spoken off. An atrocity that only a degenerate, lowly human being would do. I dropped out. The way it manifested was that I quit attending classes and hung out with friends more often than I should. On finals week I only went to two out of four of my papers.

I was living in excess. An excess of confusion.

Today. TODAY, I am a student at Inti International College Penang pursuing a Diploma in Business. Today a student dialogue was to be held and a panel of high ranking officials from IT technicians up to the principal was present and students are encouraged to voice out any concerns that they may face. Naively I attended said dialogue to present a well thought out case on how to improve the education and/or the system (you see the recurring pattern?).

Inti's institutional vision was to "make innovative changes to education" but what I saw was only an institution like many other that wishes to squander student's valuable youth make economically sound decisions that will positively affect the corporate's bottom line.

And where do I come into play? A dispensable unit. A readily changeable part in this money making machine.

It's not that I never knew .. it's just that today I accepted the fact and yield in the h of fate.

And I finally understood am happy.

Be nice.

Be nice. Be kind. Be gentle.

At first you will stand out like a 7-foot-tall Hobbit. But sooner or later, once this behavior has fully been integrated into each nerve and every fiber of your body, it becomes you. All personality, character begins by an action. An action repeated then becomes a behavior. That behavior later on turns into a habit. And if you have to choose between being nothing and being nice, be nice every time.

Have standards and if those standards are not met, be angry. Be very angry that you begin to appear fuming. Stand up for something, something that you believe in on the soul level.

For a long time I have been a pessimistic person. Cowardly, having been raised with the teaching that it's not okay to react, that it's better to remain silent.

Be proactive.

A moment in Miami.

It was 4PM, outside Grand City Mall in Surabaya, Indonesia. In this city where the disparity wealth between citizens were as clear as day and night; cross a river and it separates rags from riches. But the mall was somewhere on the rag side of the river, which is uncharacteristic and it stands out like a sore tooth. Motor cycles are common in this part of the city. They zoom past in the distance and a neat row of palm trees ran along the road side. The sun was about to set and the evening breeze....

At that moment I was glued on my heels and toes as my memory of a not so distant past takes me back to Miami, Spring Break 2013. Spring Break baby!

South Beach. Wooden walkways lead to white sandy beaches that stretches beyond the horizon much like how golden walkways lead to heaven. Every direction you turn, the colors are so vivid and alive it makes your soul want to scream! Aerial advertisements circling the breathless blue skies trying to pull your gaze but it is unmatched by all the beautiful women that deck the beach! The sun's heavenly warmth envelopes the body like how a mother would to her child; and the sea breeze strokes in ever so comfortably. In the distance out in the waters, jet-skis roars, zoom....

And I am back. In Surabaya. Fantasies are once realities. (whatever that mean)

So hot you gotta say it twice.

If you think I am a egoistic, arrogant and self-loving creature you are entirely right and you can leave this blog spot immediately.

No but, I am actually a cowardly person and have self-destructing tendencies.

This blog spot is an elaborate guise to fool the reader (i.e. you) into thinking I have an amazing life by blowing every thing out of proportion, and in doing so impress the living mind out of you and leave you in awe while at the same time fan my ego for I am a self admitted insecure little person.

Now every entry will be written with a 5'5'' 20 year old Asian girl with flowing hair down to chest level and have porcelain complexion, BON-ki-BON figure, high nose, small lips and big eyes.... in mind. Because I am at my best when I try to impress. In other words, when I am desperate for attention and validation.

Moving along, the matter on which I will touch will not be specific, but encompassing a wide array of topics I find interesting/worth discussing. I will ensure to the best of my abilities that all entries be written truest to how I experience/think/feel about it.

I don't have an intended audience in mind except for that flawless person I mentioned earlier. Imaginary person. Or maybe not? Hm.

Poke at my brain if you wish by leaving a comment.

By gods, I my goal for this blog is to leave a digital representation of myself online (Facebook/Twitter has limited space to freely express and document) before I should suffer some debilitating ailment, God forbid. (whatever that means)

Highest regard,

Louie.