Big Boss

It’s been a while since I’d held a camera. To be honest, it felt like I was a retired soldier holding a gun again. I remember co-founding a photography club for my university and through thick and thin its existence fades into oblivion. All the bad memories resurfaced, of power struggles and jealousy. Sadder was I couldn’t remember the happy memories. 

For a while, I felt like I could understand how Naked Snake felt in MGS3. Those feelings he had for the FOXHOUND and the final stroke, the cloning of him. Even though given a title like Big Boss and being made into an idol does not heal the wounds suffered.

I’d given up on photography just like that, my camera even got to the point of being dusty. The Boss would have been disappointed in me. I stopped learning to master the settings, aperture, focal point, flash guns, shutter speed, skills. All those are like a silencer on a stealth mission, needless to say, I have been going through stealth rounds with naked camo and rank 1 RPGs. Barely making it through.

Then yesterday I attended my friend’s cosplay photoshoot event and was taking photos with my dslr. Truth be told I was getting bored but one of the photographers in the event approached me and told me not to use my Nikon’s flash, cause Nikons are fine unlike Canon. We broke out into a short but fast paced discussion about photography, the events above and Gundams and since then, I’d felt like, picking up a gun isn’t so bad anymore. There’s people around, who still has passion and love for their guns, guns that are used to protect, guns that are not abused.

I suppose I’ll follow Big Boss’s path but I will not salvage the remains of my MSF, it is long gone and I am no longer of FOXHOUND, no longer of the Patriots and no longer of MSF. I together with a few others have created our own Outer Haven. Now, I’d once again gathered up enough courage and strength to pick up a camera and relearn everything again.

“From now on call me, Big Boss.”

Kyle's CF 2013 Experience

Comic Fiesta was fun, it wasn't the best thing ever, but I learned how a convention felt and looked like. Honestly there were a lot of room for improvements, but I don't really care about the vent itself anyways. I liked the exposure, I liked the fact that I learned to use the commuter and the monorail at the time of need, without getting lost somewhere.

On the first day I had to stalk cosplayers across stations and through KLCC to reach the convention hall, I never felt so much like a stalker in my life, especially with a dslr dangling on my neck as I try to keep up with the cosplayers walking around. I reached the convention hall without being noticed and then I saw the gigantic queue, oh god. What now? I missed half of my friend's performance. Somehow I made it in after though, it was a hellish day. I wa searching for friends and got lost almost every single time we reunited. I didn't felt like I was having fun at all. I didn't but anything while all my friends got stuff that they wanted. Out of frustration I bought WS cards, extra packs for Haruhi and EVA. Not sure was it worth it, definitely not worth it considering the amount of Haruhis I have in the Haruhi pack. WHY NAGOTO?! I wanted my Haruhi!!! QAQ

Although day two was a lot better. I started the day alone, looking for artworks, commisioned works and merchandises made by local artists. A poring badge and some kamen rider badges interested me, but nothing else interested me. I really wanted the keyblade I saw that day but it was..., not as accurate as I hoped for. Decided to skip it. Got more art pieces instead. Some of which were stunning. Seeing the artists draw and commission work on the spot definitely inspired me to improve myself.

Day 2 was also the day that I managed to snap more photos of cosplayers, the really good ones and the not so good ones.  Was disappointed with the amount of Fullmetal Alchemist cosplay though, in general there were not a lot of older animes cosplayers. We see rare things like some Final Fantasy Hero of Light cosplayers  and some other old school or new stuff I don't recognize, but there's not much oldschool stuff. Even the artwork sessions had mostly Shingeki no Kyoujin stuff.

I chat with some of the cosplayers I took photos of. Some I just asked for a photo and thanked them, or complimented them. In particular I spoke to an Edward Elric and a Wizard from Ragnarok Online(the first RO, not the abomination called RO2). They were quite friendly, Edward told us how he made his auto-mail and we told him that we managed to find another FMA cosplayer insie the hall, an Olivia Armstrong cosplayer, we told him he could still rush in and find her. The wizard told us that he saw another wizard today, one without a staff, and that there was a swordie last year. We exchanged opinions a bit on RO and the status of oldschool stuff in CF and then shook hands. Managed to ge him to pose for two shots but only one came out good.

I also didn't look for artwork on the first day, so all the good stuff were pretty much sold nect time I should make hunting for artwork first priority, on day one. But this time it couldn't be helped. I had an objective to fulfill on day one.

I can still remember everything like it was just yesterday, the hype hasn't died down. I remember how I ride the commuter and the monorail to KLCC and had to stalk people to reach the convention hall before I see more cosplayers.

I remember how I ran across the halls like it was just yesterday, actually, I remember everything like it was just yesterday, even though days has passed since day 2 of CF.

There's 3 important things I painfully learned in CF though.

First, it doesn't matter whether you're a cosplayer, attending CF for the first time, a photographer, a performer, an artist or just visiting it for the hell of it. You will only have fun if you are with companions with you. No exception to the rules even if you are cosplaying or performing.

Second, if you want to buy art pieces, go hunt on the first day, if you want commissions, get reference pictures for them. Know what you want and bring at least an A3 block or file with you so you can keep the art pieces without damaging them(Yup, painfully learned, my friends.).

Third, it's more fun to chat with the cosplayers than to take photos of them and then walk off after saying thanks.

My World!

One of the best things to come out of the Gundam AGE series. I think this is on the top 5 of my list for Gundam songs.

Leaning on a wall one night, seems like i've been thinking hard about myself
The destination i've chosen is here, is it alright?I no longer understand
But, I don't have the answer right now, Where things stood differently
Always facing down, I look up for a while and feel the warmth of the morning

I am me because I am here
What is the thing that I lost that I can't go on?
It is cruelly painful when I can't get the answer easily
Don't worry about that one miss shot
If I can move on, I will love it, right?
My World

Why did I let go of the things I cherished?
'it can't be all that there is', I'll get it again
Give a name, 'Dream' or 'Love' to this invisible thing
If I can call it like that, I'll feel proud a bit
Ah, but, the truth is, it's not like that

I am me because I am here
These words will get forgotten sometimes
It is cruelly painful not to get the answer easily
At most, let's face forward without slowing down
I'll find the thing I am searching for
In this World

Scattered about or thrown away
Even if all are destroyed, I thought it's alright
but, I was wrong
after experiencing sadness, I will live changed into someone kind
It is slow, but I'll learn to like the world
therefore..

I am me because I am here
Being myself, I'm searching for something
Eliminating all my vulnerabilities, the heat is painful
But, just for once, not blaming myself so hard
If I can move on, I'd come to love My World

If I walk further ahead, the light is there

My Story

27/8/2013

My darker side is always stronger than me.

No matter how kind this heart of mine used to be, it has now been tainted by darkness and I will never become pure once again. Indeed, I’d lost that chance a long time ago, when I’d sacrificed everything in order to be ‘matured’ and ‘as cruel as everything else in this world.’ A foolish choice, but a choice I’d made and have to live with anyways. I can’t change the past, no matter how unpleasant and no matter how much better are other people’s pasts are. What I have are these choices that I’d made over the years. I have lost many, I have gained enough, I have experienced, I have learned, I have helped others and I have sinned, I have cried and I have smiled. All of the things, both good and bad have made me who I am today. I may not be proud of some of my decisions, but I’m at least contempt that I’m who I am right now.

But there are times, when I lose control of my darker side. Times I wish I could change, times I cannot forget. It is true that there’s always a balance, and finding a balance between your dark self and yourself would be ultimately more beneficial than neglecting one side. But it still scares me sometimes, my darker side is always in wait, waiting to consume, destroy and leave only ruins in its path. I don’t want that to ever happen again. But it just feels exactly like it’s consuming me, slowly draining my strength and destroy me when I’m at my most vulnerable.

Even worse is that I know there is nothing that I can do beside to continuous fight back, relentlessly, keeping hope alive till the very last breathe, until if someone would reach in through this everlasting cold, cruel darkness.

Everyone has a story of their struggles, well, I guess this is part of mine. 

As If the darkness's slowly consuming my heart. 

A Man's Gotta Do What A Man Gotta Do

Honestly speaking, i loathe myself.

I am not anywhere near being an ideal friend, left alone a boyfriend or husband. Neither am I that good to my family members, oh but I'd learned, and the hard way had learned. Perhaps I really haven't moved on from my past, evident from my fear of my other self. How are others going to like me, if I am still here loathing myself to death?

I suppose in this situation where I'd fallen for someone, I have but one choice. To toughen up, push myself to become as capable as any other honorable soul. To no longer loathe myself for the past deeds I'd committed, be it good or bad.

Mr.Dark Side

I'd been playing League of Legends a lot lately, raging mostly because I'd been losing games on a streak since July. Trying to control myself and subdue the anger and frustration but I just keep playing the game anyways. I'd been considering uninstalling it to be honest. But meh, it keeps me entertained and satisfied when I win hard games. I'd always been a gamer at heart I suppose?

There's one thing I noticed though, the game brings out the worst in me, the darker side that I don't want people to get to know, not even for the people I love and hold dear in my life. I have a sharp mind, sense and a really sharp tongue when I play the game. I can figure out what the opponent team is doing(through sheer experience) and see their weak spot, as well as mine, ours and their strength as well. Other than that, I'm also critical and aggressive, if I know that can be done I will do it, and I will die trying. I don't give up easily, and if someone is blaming anyone else on the team, I fuck them over. Well, not literally, but I do fuck them over with words so hard that everyone are speechless.

Honestly speaking I'm not trying to brag, I just realized I'd been doing this consistently, it's part of my darker side that I'm not proud of, cause when I do become that side of me, I do hurt people, intentionally or not. Those harsh words definitely will hurt.

However, I was also efficient. Man, I wonder what can I do to tap into these strengths of mine without resorting to making myself a jerk.

Growing Up

In the process of growing up, we'd lost so much. We pretended to be adults when the time was not right, now we mourn the time we have lost. But oh it's even lonelier when you're alone in that boat, where everyone else in your life did not made the same mistake. Even more frustrating is that they are wasting their time away without caring about making it worth while. Time turns back for no one.

Now here we are, in suits and ties, a briefcase to complete the appeal. What now? We have we gained from rushing into adulthood so much? What are the returns for the things we had lost? Can they ever be regained?

Of course, one cannot abuse these feelings and stay a kid forever, you can't be 26 and be jobless, leeching on your parents for food and a place to live. You have to take responsibility, now this is growing up properly, without neglecting your inner child, without neglecting your responsibilities. That's what it means to grow up. To strike a balance.

It's sad how we have all neglected ourselves in the pursuit of adulthood, neglected our dreams and passions, especially when we pursuit it at the time where we should had embraced our childhood.