tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42660081934433132362011-07-29T09:52:10.409+04:00The world through one's eyesmkyghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14146342203057161866noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266008193443313236.post-46572432067109952192010-05-10T08:57:00.022+04:002010-06-27T01:49:52.316+04:00

It was a little earlier than the usual, Jonny woke up with a fresh motivation. He became thirty-nine years old today, and he knew what to do for his last year of the thirty's.Jonny is a staid and stodgy man who lives with his wife and their two daughters. They live in a modest and frugal lifestyle in a seaport town of a southern island. He had been working hard every day for a better future of

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What would you do if you didn't have fear? *The fears often come from own negative imagination.The fact that facing or the reality coming later may not be as bad as imagined.If an unconscious imagination cannot stop picturing the worst case, perhaps, that's because you are careful person.Set yourself a third person for now... then ask,"What would you do if you didn't have fear?"photo taken by (C)

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Life is experiment.If you don't know what to do, just do whatever.And then see the outcome to determine whether if you would do again or never.Don't be afraid of failing because nobody can teach you except yourself.First, listen, read, and touch. Next, speak up, write, and do.Getting used to it is the only way to make an impossible to a possible."Custom reconciles us to everything."Cheers.photo

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photo taken by (C)mkygAtlantis is not somewhere else but could be in our close future.The increase of CO2, carbon dioxide, in our atmosphere is causing a global warming that leads climate changes all over the world. Many scientists and climate experts are claiming 350ppm concentration of CO2 in the greenhouse gases of our atmosphere is the safe limit for humanity but currently is already up to

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This is one of my memorable photos taken at my previous workplace, in Dubai. It was March, 2008, if I remember correctly, we were celebrating the completion of installing the first 10 km of the Dubai metro Red Line. Most of the workers were from Pakistan, India, Philippines, and Thailand. Their camp was next to the site office where I worked, and we had chatted about their culture, religion,

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Satomi is twenty five years old. She has been having difficulty communicating with people. It always comes all of the sudden after she encountered a big shock. She lose her word and become unable to open her mouse until her fears go away. Sometimes for a week, sometimes for months. She has one friend called Hikaru and is the only person she can communicate while she is mute. Hikaru has lots of

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I just wanted to make her happy. Like always, I let her down. How long have we been felt this way? When she wants to have a Chinese dish, I want to have a Indian dish. When I send her a dozen of roses, she said she has allergy to rose. She told me to call her, but she doesn't pick up the phone when I call her. Where on earth can handle this difficult woman. I am wondering if I really should marry

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Why is this city always crowded? Is there any other road? She was panic about being late because she felt that her perfect first date is vanishing. Shoot, I shouldn't have gotten change. Just one of those things, the taxi driver. I know I know I know I know... oh pls Bob Marley help me I know but we ain't even started.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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Till the silence returns, he sits still andcalmly waiting for the progress.Get himself under control withoutglamorizing what his senses capture.His ability to endear himself iswhat he has bred in the bone.I asked "Why are you so kind?"He said "Take a turn."photo taken by (C)mkyg

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"CK Escape", unforgetable scent. My wife's favorite perfume since 1991. I never imagined that I can find this comfort after its boom faded away. But it was not only the cent. The beautiful stranger walk past had almost same hight and curves. Am I dreaming? The crowds gave her a chance to escape from my eyes.photo taken by (C)mkygCalvin Klein Escape For HerThis feminine scent contains a blend of

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Put on a Band-Aid for a tiny scar.Applied a bandage to hide the Band-Aid.Wore a cast to hold the bandage.A tiny scar became a big matter.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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Run.. run away.Throw it away.You don't need it anymore.Run.. run.Don't miss the chance.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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Call me when you feel down.I'll listen to you as much as you want.Believe me if you have anxiety.I'll hold you tight as long as you want.You are not alone.You cannot be alone.photo taken by (C)mkyg* This prose was originally posted on Wednesday, August 29, 2007 2:54 AM .I'm sorry for the repost, I deleted it last night by mistake. Thank you for your visit. :)

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"Love is Love. I didn't mean to hurt you.""Please don't cry anymore, you are something different.""Are kids doing fine? Can I talk to them?""Oh, come on. You know me. You should have known me.""Baby, forgive me." photo taken by (C)mkyg

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The door did not open by itselfbut it was there to be opened.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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He woke up at the same time as he always wake up. It's been a couple of weeks now I met this beautiful woman. Everything was set and was so natural. No one can hardly persuade me that we never met in the previous life. The woman rolled over and her shiny long hair blow up its sweet scent. And her glance comes straight to my heart.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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She doesn't remember how many times she's walked this road. Circle, round, the same old tune continue like a broken mp3. After a daydream in the midafternoon creek.photo taken by (C)mkygAbra is one of the major transportations in Dubai

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So, how far should I get back to start my story? Maybe, the day I taken off?I had a great photo session a day before my departure, and was looking forward to do my last photo shoot at Kanda-myojin "Matsuri". Unfortunately, couldn't make it but had enjoyed taking on-the-way-photos to DBX(Dubai International Airport).At Narita, a city close to my home town, has an international airport but no EK(

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Starting new life.photo taken by (C)mkygI was seeking something that doesn't exist any more.It was in my history book, nothing is in the reality now.

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Hello everyone! On May 14, 5:15am, 30C degree... I arrived Dubai, UAE. As usual, not much special feelings. Just an another ordinary day had started. ;) A driver from our company came to pick me up and checked in the Hotel around 6:30am. Take a walk for a couple of hours and have done some first photo shootings ;) I'm at an internet cafe. Here's our current environment.MSN Messenger: OKYahoo!

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What in the world could I imagine this would happen to me!?(dear first visitor: I'm living in Tokyo but moving to Dubai in 13days...)Ok, I need to confess here I was not a good Japanese citizen.I didn't like Japan.It was very boring and restricting country for me up till very recently.I born in a small village in Chiba, Japan.My family and I left this small community when I was 12 years old.We

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Everyone seems to have own size of receptor.For example,one heart is like a ceramic mug.It need to be poured alot to be full-filled, and need to pour alot to refresh the liquid inside.A ceramic mug appears robust, but actually very fragile. It could easily fracture into fragments when it fell down.The freshness of the liquid inside is unrecognizable from the outside.Another heart is like a flute

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In Spring, there's a lot of days that particularly fine, warm and windy.I was walking Shinjuku street to do some preparation shopping for moving to Dubai, UAE.My last long stay in the foreign country was Canada 2004-2005, I was preparing tough boots and thick long socks, now I'm preparing breathable athletic shoe and thin short sockes ;-)When I walked pass the south entrance of

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I am leaving Japan in 3 weeks.These are the drips of my lovin' Tokyo.Some photos are from Greater Tokyo area that I've been visiting often while living in Toky.To see the descriptions about the photos, pls click the thumbnail ;-)see all photosSugamo @ Kogan-ji Temple Yoyogi @ Meiji-jingu Shrine, Yoyogi Streets Harajuku @ Omotesando St.Nakano @ Nakano Station, Yakitori House, Nakano Sun

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If all happen evenly,the sun comes out as much as the sun goes down.the death comes as much as the birth comes.the sadness comes as much as the happiness comes.It's unnecessary to get depressedif you know someone is in the happnesswhen you are in the sadness.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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Black Bottom Brass Band ;-)I encountered a Jam Session at near the JR Takadano-baba station(2nd station from Shinjuku by Yamanote-Line, towards Ikebukuro) yesterday.Some from Waseda University near by, some from weekend musician, and from the BBBB!Tamotsu who plays sousaphone in the Black Bottom Brass Band, caught my eyes by the size of his instrument(yup, the "B", "B ", "B", "B", logo on the

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Try to live mundane life.That give you the best days.Mother told her child.I don't wanna get old, mom.I wanna stay in child.The child said.The child have gotten old nowBut he hadn't found what his mother said.photo taken by (C)mkyg

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"Do you have time tonigt?" "Yeah.""I want to inform you in person that we are married." "Ok.. then I'll see ya."My brother called me at the 4th of March, 2007. His fiancee and him were married on previous day. I had little hang over but went out to see them. We met up at the station close to their house, and move to Japanese restaurant. As soon as we sat on the seat, my brother opened his mouse."

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She was talking to herself.Do you think you are being loved?If yes, you are giving love.We are just the reflectors.Helping our family, friends, and all other companions receiving what once theirs were.If you think you are not being loved,you are not giving love.Anything is neither only given nor only giving.It's just the reflections.Have alot of reflectors around you.That gives you more

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It was last Sunday I met Hi-Lights on the street in Akihabara. They were about to start photographing. As I always do when I encounter the strong energies, I pointed my camera at them. It was really interesting to see how they being taken, how the assistant use the reflector while the photographer was back on the ground. The photographer asked them for several expressions like "smile", "angry", "

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This is just my opinion.I met a guy this afternoon. His name is Cima. At first glance, to be honest, I thought he is homeless man. His hair was heavy and greasy, the skin was dark and wrinkled. The chipped front tooth and stubbly chin. But once he started to play his guitar and sang, surprisingly he was skilled musician. Yet, more surprisingly, people didn't stop and listen to him at all.. why?

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The Heaven Artist is an "official recognition system" of street performer founded by governor of Tokyo, Shintaro Ishihara, in 2002. It is part of his Tokyo art town plan, and the "license holder" is also called Heaven Artist. The purpose of the system is to promote and foster the high-quality street performer who provides the amusement to the citizen. The model of this is from France. The

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This is not a violence gossip ;-)Tapping, Slapping and Body Hittings are rather new guitar techniques. Otofuke, the acoustic guitar unit by Kenta and Ishii, was organized in April, 2003. They started as a street musician, sold 2000 CDs in 6 months(about 80 CDs per weekend :-). After the performance in the CMJ Music Marathon, NY, USA, in October 2004, Otofuke went into a brief while

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