The Lamb with two hearts.

It was innocuous. Miu Miu hopped into the little space between my legs and I suddenly thought of the lamb with two hearts. Why didn't I remember it last year? It made me all teary eyed. Wondering which junkyard it went to gives me a sharp pain in my heart.

Down with a very bad cough, so for the 2nd day running, I knocked myself out with cough mixture. 10 hours straight. I guess it's the only way to stop me from thinking.

Stuck

Dionne commented yesterday, " I think you are stuck." I am.

Bring me to life.

You can function normally, even laugh, but a little part of you is dead, and you wonder if it will one day return to life.

Lovey Dovey.

The funniest moment last weekend.

This is not normally my kind of music

Waiting for the storm to expend itself, I sit at the steps of the mrt station, put my phone to my ear and listen to this.



This is not normally the kind of music I listen to, but I haven't been normal for awhile now.

Places

Someday...

#1 Chye Seng Huat Hardware Store 

Note to Self

Buck up sissy pants!

Something to look forward to

One of my favorite books ever. Opens on my birthday.

Something beautiful.

I have always thought there was something beautiful about the lone rain tree standing there in the middle of the field. I wonder who he misses.

This reminds me of last year when I used to wake up in the middle of the night worrying for her dad, except this time I am waking up because I am getting used to losing her forever.

Mama

Was at the IPA photo books day event at the Pigeon Hood Cafe at Duxton yesterday after the trek in the morning. It was quite inspiring to look at all the photo books. In particular Melisa Teo's pictures stood out for me with their blur of colors.

330am

Had a vivid dream where Miu Miu could talk and he whispered in my ears that he missed you. I woke up teary eyed. I don't think it's because of the LASIK.

他笑著說　 相愛就要幸福呀　

 懂　但是我們　 都把幸福　揮霍完了嗎

eyes

I could smell my cornea burning. It was a really frightening experience. Keep keep my eyes on the green light. Thankfully the doctor said it went well. Right eye done. Left eye tomorrow. This morning I woke up, thought about how I wouldn't need the Oakley glasses you bought me anymore and I almost wanted to cancel the whole procedure. But that would just be silly.

Hello, is this the whale-watching hotline?

 Some days, it's just so hard. Especially when Brandon Flowers comes up with a song like "The Way It Was"

Photography is inherently about 'not letting go" - not letting people, incidents, emotions, and eventually, time, fade away or go. We are nostalgic by nature. As we age, we find ourselves turning more often to look back, to relish. Memories are crucial in the formation of our consciousness and being as we strive continuously to lead a 'lived life;. However, we are also forgetful by nature. Living through an experience might not be enough; we need an imprint of it too. We photograph to hold on, lest we forget. We capture to preserve, we capture to also share. with others, the intensity and beauty that we feel at certain moments.

我从来不会想说那種如果時光可以倒流的那種話
因為 時光如果真的可以倒流
這一切 就不會那麼的珍貴

Timely reminder.

這城市每個角落　回憶都霸佔街頭
我知道　你會想起雨停的時候　我知道你會回頭.

Self-righteous anger

An old man with a walking stick is crossing the road. The light turns green while he is halfway across. The driver in the BMW next to me starts honking. The old man wobbles a bit. I feel my blood boil.I wind down my window and scream abuse at the driver before moving off. Not proud of self-righteous anger. I don't know why I sometimes lose control like that.

Lost Memories

This is why I make prints.

Rony Zakaria

Photo Essay: Men, Mountains and The Sea, by Rony Zakaria

I met Rony earlier this year at a professional workshop organised by IPA. He was humble and unassuming. He is definitely a very talented South-East Asian Photographer and his quality of work is something I aspire towards. This is a photo essay he did on the community living at the foothills of Mt Bromo in Indonesia. Through his photographs, I am transported away from our concrete jungle into another world and perhaps you will see it the same way as I do.

Memento Mori

One day you will stop reading this blog, one day we will become strangers, and one day you will forget everything we shared. Before that happens, while you are still reading, I would like to introduce you to some photographers and you can perhaps understand why photography holds so much fascination for me.

Lars Tunbjork - focuses on the melancholia typical of Sweden's winter months.

"I really think climate is a major reason: the hard winters and the bittersweet feeling in summer, which is wonderful, but you know it has to end."

Annie & Simian's Big Day from Tyrene Teo on Vimeo.


I wish this had happened earlier. Looking at this and being a part of everything on Sunday, I think I can do this, but it's too late now.

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN in the '60s '70s & '80s

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while

they carried us.

They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a tin, and

...

didn't get tested for diabetes.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and

when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we

took hitchhiking .

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a van - loose - was always great fun.

We drank water from the garden hosepipe and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE

actually died from this.

We ate cakes, white bread and real butter and drank pop with sugar in

it,but we weren't overweight because......WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

In the summer we would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride

down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into

the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at

all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound,

no cell phones, no text messaging, no personal computers, no Internet

or Internet chat rooms..........WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We played with worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

Made up games with sticks and tennis balls and although we were told

it would happen, we did not poke out any eyes.

We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or

rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Local teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who

didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard

of. They actually sided with the law!

This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem

solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned

HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!