guilt-relief

Diarrhea over night. Saw the doctor this morning and got an MC which absolves me of one long day of staff meeting. I don't know why but I feel somewhat guilty. The diarrhea is a genuine complaint. I guess it's because if this was a normal non-long forgettable staff meeting day, I would just bite the bullet, take some charcoal pills and go anyway to teach.

In case you think they are random coastline shots.

I am always projecting. 

First movie at Vivocity in a long while. The memories keep flooding back. I tried to hide it but I wonder if it showed. Oh that sudden heart pain after recollection. Lacuna, that seems like the only option for me now.

Heartening. But I wish they had discovered this earlier.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/10/health/a-breakthrough-against-leukemia-using-altered-t-cells.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0

Torrid times.

These are torrid times indeed. Psi levels above 300. Unprecedented. I can only do my best to protect those I care about and to help the people I can help.

反正錯了 反正輸了 反正自己 陪自己快樂

It looks like there is a Mayday tune to accompany all the seasons in my life.



Their latest.

不要再問
誰是對的 誰是錯的
誰是誰非 誰又虧欠誰了 
反正錯了 反正輸了
反正自己 陪自己快樂

此刻的感动可惜无能与你分享。

Early morning stroll to see the humpback whale in Taman KLCC. 此刻的感动可惜无能与你分享。

痛 是以後無法再給你幸福; 愛 是為彼此祝福

Song of the season.

想要跟你一起走到最後
但我遺失了地圖
誰給誰束縛 誰比誰辛苦
愛到深處才會領悟

好的事情 最後雖然結束
感動十分 就有十分滿足
謝謝你 是你陪我走過那些路
痛 是以後無法再給你幸福

好的事情 也許能夠重複
感動時分 就算紛紛模糊
不要哭 至少你和我記得很清楚
愛 是為彼此祝福

Sea salt breeze

Hop off the plane and on to my bike, it's close to midnight, cruising along ECP through that beautiful corridor of rain trees, unmistakably home, wondering if you are in one of the cars parked so close to the sea to smell the salt breeze and realizing East Coast Park is so strange and serene and strikes a chord in my heart knowing that I have to photograph the whole stretch at night, no big reasons just because my heart says do.

Wet eyes.

It's almost 2 years.  

Peter Parker , Spider Man, Mary Jane.

Peter Parker and Spiderman

Sometimes I think I lead a double life. As a teacher I am like Peter Parker, and as a photographer, Spiderman. From 9pm to 2am last night, I photographed an MOM raid, came home, slept for 3 hours, changed hats, and rushed down to Sungei Buloh to conduct a learning journey for a bunch of lovely students, from 9am to 12 noon. Big change at the end of the year. I wonder if I will miss being Peter Parker.

To become Spiderman, I let go of my Mary Jane. The regret doesn't go away.