"Somewhere over the rainbow...."

Dreams to me are just dreams. Full stop. I am probably the type of person who will die with regrets at the end of time. (nah, this statement is not meant to be as gloomy as it sounds)

I never like to talk abt my dreams. For what....when I don't have the intention and am not pursuing them actively. It is unless I am working twds it, then I would love talking and sharing abt them. Dreams to me are just fantacies, impractical stuff. In another words, u can say its just ba ri meng. Less crudely, dreams to me are just what one hopes to achieve IDEALLY.

Are dreams beautiful just so bcos they have not ungergone the test of reality? I suspect it's true.

One of my dreams:

My dream job is the work of a photojournalist. That is to say, if I am given a choice to be CAPABLE of what I want to be, I would opt for photojournalism especially related fields in nature documentaries, travel and environmental features, and culture phenomenons. From secondary school, I was brainwashed by my parents that photographers are the professions of the males' species who are only capable of carrying heavy equipments and running about. Plus the fact that photography is quite an expensive hobby, my once-thought-to-be ambition for life written in my autograph book back then was found to be slowly detached from my soul until now when it has becum a totally unreachable dream. I blame no one except the lack of enough courage, interest, passion and enthusiasm in me back then. Such were so crucial elements that are so needed to turn dreams into reality.

The reason why I took an intial interest in photojournalism when I was younger is perhaps that it matches my personality. I prefer expressing thru non-verbal means more than verbal speech, facial expressions more than spoken intents. And plus perhaps the additional dose of liking for nature itself. In addition, I am also someone who is able to work alone and know how to enjoy the serenity of my own personal realm.

Magazines such as National and Asian Geographic often features stories, articles and journals with captivated photographs that touch my heart in one way or another. With the usual sense of envy, I always feel that those photojournalists in their process of work must have enriched their visual senses much more than any normal person. It must be such a fulfilling and breath-taking experience to to capture what u deemed as spectacular and subsequently having the chance to share with viewers/readers the pictures U have taken through your writings. Photojournalism is certainly a profession which allows one to see the different facets of life from various fascinating angles.

At the same time, it also forces U to see the dark and harsh reality of the world.
Some of you might have seen this before..This is the link for ur ref anyway: http://www.huaren.com/UnitedNations/photo-1.htm
Just a warning, it is rather disturbing.

If U were to be in his shoes, what would you do? You would probably feel as helpless as him and die of guilt and remorse thereafter...

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A picture speaks a thousand words, which holds no candle to a speech of elaborated and descriptive words. Capturing shots of what succumb to your visual sense is a very personal affair of your own. You don't need recognition of others to comment on how remarkable the photograph is. All it matters is what you think and what u feel at the instance of capturing 'The Moment'.