Awh, you people. If you don't like me, then go away. >_>

P.S. How'd you get to my blog?

---

I've been asking for a camera recently. A good one, I said. One that I can take respectable pictures with. It was all teh same general response, though. Why do you need it? What are you going to do with it? Well it should be obvious that I was planning to take pictures with it.

I wonder how that simplistic fact can be so elusive to others.

When I was a bairn I used to have a fascination with birds. I'd look at the cranes stopping over right at the field outside my home on their trip south. I'd watch in wonderment whenever one of them spread their majestic wings and took to the skies.

I would always wonder how those creatures could achieve something like that as if it was a trivial matter, then ponder on why we would need huge tanks of petroleum to do the same. They amazed me, really.

Then the interest spread to botany. What were these things we called plants? How could something so rigid, so silent, experience the ages and provide essentials like oxygen and food for life? Why are these things near immortal?

I was, and still am, surprised that I asked myself these questions in Primary Three. Did they have souls? Where they once people (there is still a tree in the field outside my house that looks like a man beckoning the stars)?

All this lead me to look at life itself as well - the very basis of it. I even came up with some nonsensical theories, none of which I can remember now because this fascination pointed me to a completely different area of influence.

Instead of medicine (which my parents thought I'd jump to next), I went on to a harsher reality - conflict and war. Of course, I hid that crap from others - who would want others to know that they've been looking at two burning towers and wondering how the hell those idiots did it.

As I progressed from the ironic devastation in New York into the past to delve into the Cold War and Hitler's good 'ol drinking buddies, it became inevitable that I know more about those destructive, fearful times.

From the trench battles between the Allied and Central Powers between 1914 and 1918 to the merciless suicide bombers in Pearl Harbour and the nuclear bomb, followed by the tense moments between the USSR and the United States. We've all heard of the Vietnam War, the Soviet-Afghan struggles, the failed catalyst for the Third World War called the Cuban Missile Crisis.

Now there are but only words and pictures to describe the fear and pain the people went through back then.

Which brings me to my original problem that I made apparent in the first sentence: I've been asking for a camera. I want to take pictures of the world as I see it, to describe it in just a click of a button and a flash. I want to make sure I take these pictures with me; memories of a long-life. No one knows what's going to happen the next morning, and that's why I want to remember the other mornings I've had.

The last few days of my life?

Maybe, Jenny. Maybe.