Arsonists and Used Matchsticks
light fuse,
run away.
3:21 AM, 14 Jalan Ketumbit.
Thursday, January 15, 2009

I was depressed. WritCom was over. SpecCom was over. Radio was over.

Shouldn't feel happy? Blissful? Free? Nope.

So I thought of going to town to fire of my T-Max 400 Monochrome Film and maybe catch Slumdog Millionaire. Get inspired. Or rather, distracted.

But I was just too lazy, so I never left my house. Pulled out my piece of shit Canon and took some photos to pass the time. And, well I am really happy with what I got today.

And that's all it took to turn my day around!


Gate.


The Vacuum Cleaner's ancestors.


Floor (Dirty Edit)


Yes, I finally gave in and washed my Raw Denim after a mere week of use. I spilled ice-cream on iy ):


An ode to the little, brittle clothes pegs to whom we owe so much. Okay lah, not that much...


Putting my best foot forward! Okay, that was a lame caption...


For lack of a better model, Brewski was pretty cooperative. Oh come on smile you...


There we go! Nice big smile!


Okay now he's getting distracted...


Shaking hands with my good friend Brewski, because he was so patient.


This is going in his model portfolio.

And with that, I present you with the first few pictures on my blog. All words and no pics make Dinny a dull boy.
The Who?
I'm Dinesh, Din or Dinny depending on who you are and when in my life you met me. I wanted to be a Fighter Pilot when I grow up, but that was when I was growing up. I'm studying, rather, attempting to study to become a Journalist. Preferably a photojournalist. Oh I love photography. In fact, now that I think of it maybe being a photographer for National Geographic is preferable. See, you learn something about yourself when you write an about me section. I like music. I've listened to it all my life. From Bryan Adams when I was a kid to Arctic Monkeys and Interpol now. Hell, I'm trying to learn to play music on Guitar. Yes, the ever so cliche "I wanna be a rockstar" dream that we're better off forgetting. I had no social life till I was 16. Now I have one and Mass Communication is slowly strangling it. Damn. Such a waste, doing a communication course while running out of people to communicate with. This is, to the best of my knowledge, who I am. But hey, what do I know?

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