blue and white dream
Have been wanting to blog about this bitchy post for quite a while. Well, two weeks back in a shopping centre, I saw this damn disgusting girl. I have got nothing against people's dressing and all, but seriously when you want to follow fashion, please do so with a little modesty (or maybe decency) in mind. What happened was that this girl was wearing one of those super short skirts and usually girls will wear opaque leggings to go with it. But this girl decided to wear a pair of translucent pantyhose and how do I know? Because if you are standing behind her, you can see her white underwear along with her butt through the pantyhose! To make things worse, she walks around thinking she is mega good looking (which she is not) and behaves like a diva. She was with her friend who was way way better looking and I really pity her friend as this disgusting girl was commanding her friend her and there. Sheesh.
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On a new topic, there is goodness and kindness out there as this little sweetheart has finally found a new home; she is really one of the sweetest dogs I have seen. Yes, she is a little shy and unsure (leading to frightful), but really all she wants is a little cuddle and is contented to be able to rest on your lap for as long as possible. I sure hope that she has finally come out of her fearful self and has finally become the active and fun loving dog that she really should be.
Lately, I have decided to read up a little on the Israel and Palestine conflict and I must say that it has been an interesting read. Also, I have the fortune of being able to have a discussion with this American who is an active pro-Israel lobbyists and the discussion has been really enjoyable, though we really do not see eye to eye on a lot of issues on the conflict. But I am hoping to be able to find the time to talk to this person who has lived in Palestine before (though she is neither an Israeli or Palestinian) and find out what is it really like there. The way most of the coverage comes out from the region is a little (maybe a little is the understatement of the year) skewed and I guess the best way to find out more is really from people who have lived there. The conflict is really fascinating and really puts everything into perspective.
I mean you often read about how people suffer in Africa and so on, but there is this other region that is often in the news but little of it is on how the people suffer. Political talk is really political talk and really, what they say does not reflect what is really happening or what the people on the ground want. I guess the details that are not reported and hidden are at times the most intriguing details. Little comprehension ability is really needed to guess also on why they want to hide them too and how wonderful is must be to have such great backing.
Been also reading on war correspondents and how they cope with their lives and the truth as they have seen it. These people also really give a side of battles that you hardly read or see. It is amazing (as well as tragic and sad) that the even the photos that we have seen and thought to believe in that manner is really different from what the photojournalist really meant. Through all that, two photojournalists really struck me and they are Eddie Adams and Kevin Carter (13 September 1960 to 27 July 1994). Both of them will be forever remembered for their Pulitzer Prize winning photos, but those two photos would forever change their lives. For Eddie Adams, it was the guilt that he had to live with for the rest of his life and for Kevin Carter, it was also the guilt, but he paid that with his life. In his suicide not, Kevin Carter wrote that he "he was 'depressed . . . without phone . . . money for rent . . . money for child support . . . money for debts . . . money!!! . . . I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings & corpses & anger & pain . . . of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners . . . ' And then this: 'I have gone to join Ken if I am that lucky'" (Time).
"I won a Pulitzer Prize in 1969 for a photograph of one man shooting another. Two people died in that photograph: the recipient of the bullet and GENERAL NGUYEN NGOC LOAN. The general killed the Viet Cong; I killed the general with my camera. Still photographs are the most powerful weapon in the world. People believe them, but photographs do lie, even without manipulation. They are only half-truths. What the photograph didn't say was, 'What would you do if you were the general at that time and place on that hot day, and you caught the so-called bad guy after he blew away one, two or three American soldiers?' General Loan was what you would call a real warrior, admired by his troops. I'm not saying what he did was right, but you have to put yourself in his position. The photograph also doesn't say that the general devoted much of his time trying to get hospitals built in Vietnam for war casualties. This picture really messed up his life. He never blamed me. He told me if I hadn't taken the picture, someone else would have, but I've felt bad for him and his family for a long time. I had kept in contact with him; the last time we spoke was about six months ago, when he was very ill. I sent flowers when I heard that he had died and wrote, 'I'm sorry. There are tears in my eyes'" (Time).
I believe that the words above by Eddie Adams will really stick with me for probably the rest of my life and I really think it sums up the power of photography or at least how we just allow our minds to fill in the many blanks without really questioning why we fill them that way.
Eddie Adams (12 June 1933 to 19 September 2004)
Picture taken from The Digital Journalist
he spoke at 5:05 pm