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Dear readers, 

Good day!

My blog is currently under construction, 'cos i had sent my camera for repair. I will be back soon, and promise to capture more beautiful photos; to inspire, to love, and to live a beautiful life. 

Contact me if there's anything i can help, ongjohnson@hotmail.com.

You have a beautiful soul, and i pray that this day will be a beautiful day for you.

Love, 
Johnson

Tribute to MH17 Victims.

Tribute to MH17 Plane Crash Victims.

We rush our life, afraid to end the race last. But if we know the race would be this short, we might not run, but walk, walk leisurely.

The heart breaking tragic incident reminds me of how fragile our life is. 

Yet, we so often are so obstinate, we so often are so selfish, we so often hate another, we so often hide our feelings, we so often talk too much, we so often listen too little, we so often take another for granted, we so often neglect our loved ones, we so often follow blindly, we so often wear a mask, and we so often fight the meaningless war. 

We so seldom give hugs, we so seldom say sincere goodbyes, we so seldom speak the truth, we so seldom be honest with ourself, we so seldom look at the stars, we so seldom appreciate silence, we so seldom make sacrifices, we so seldom care, we so seldom make peace, we so seldom keep promises and we so seldom love. 

Ruin of St. Paul.

Historical buildings are like fairy tale books, just that the stories are not printed, but crafted instead. 

The House of Dancing Water

The great choreography that speaks in silence, and leaves everyone astonished. 

The fantabulous production that integrates love, arts and dances. 

Robust and zealous dance moves that speak the finest love story, touch every souls, and melt many hearts.

The Law Under Our Feet.

I am in love with street photography; it captures the moment, the emotion, the people, the laughter, the spirit, and sometimes, our ignorance. I see it as an art of observation, seeing the world differently, and reflecting the life we all lived. 
Many times, it brings me joy. 
Sometimes, it saddens me, very much.

Moth Invasion

“The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. 
He might get burned, but he's in the game. 
And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll 
Beat his wings 'til he burns them black... 
No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 
'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. 
And nothing fuels a good flirtation, 
Like Need and Anger and Desperation... 
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . . ” 
― Aimee Mann