Hello blog!
i will write and write i will.
soon.

fermented t-rex

the whole world has stopped blogging. i am officially a dinosaur. a 13 year old dinosaur.

dude

reading through the biographies and browsing through the photos of a few local photographers, i feel as if i've just started out in primany 1.

each annual attempt to validate my own work leaves me searching, and wondering.. what work?

i am not yet a photographer. i am just a dude with a camera.

i get around

in thoughts
feelings are all too familiar
could this be an endless cycle?

the years gone by

Birthdays over the years
2008 - HK, had dinner alone in a little eatery near Fa Yuen St
2009 - nothing
2010 - Taitung to Hualien, Taiwan, with stupid

Christmas over the years
2008 - alone in sihanoukville, cambodia, in a quiet night
2009 - chiangmai with stupid
2010 - That elephant safari place, Sri Lanka, in an isolated resort with the scb folks

New Year over the years
2008/09 - nothing
2009/10 - Khao San Road, Bangkok, with ass and stupid and surrounded by 2000 ang mohs
2010/11 - on the plane from Colombo to Singapore with Jas and CJ

how $900 became $2972.80

money making is a vicious, vicious cycle

i'm going diving. Anilao, in Philippines. $900
And i thought, what a good place to venture into underwater photography!
so i sussed out a good deal. a little too good to be true. still it set me back by $1770.

however, with big things come big responsibility. i had to figure out some way to secure my entire rig to myself, in the event of inclement conditions in the sea. $75 + $5.50 + $3.50 + $1.80 = $95.80

and because i have more and more gear which requires more and more batteries, i had to go out and get some. $44

and battery chargers, of course. $140

and a long line of power sockets for the many chargers. $23

that's how a $900 trip turn into a $2972.80 hole.

refurnished whims

dive in a flag

travel

do it. shamelessly

talk to people

take photos

write about it

plans

inspired by fei's pics.

i want to climb everest base camp and mt kilimanjaro

need to get in shape.

how about i start writing?

i'm doing no justice to all my travels. memories are quickly fading away in absence of the permanence of words. photos are no good without captions, much less if they remain hidden and forgotten in the labyrinth of hard disks.

and write about my army life. time to do some scanning.

away

run and running ran away,
to where sorrow wept and lay,

and away

run.
away now, run away.
now run, away.
run away now.
run.

so long jimmy

james blunt is coming
and i'm going

noodles for thought

here i am, boiling a kettle of water at 3am to cook noodles.

here i am, a creature of the night, soaking up the silence that feeds a part of me.

and my noodles, soaking up the water that too feeds me;

i have no doubt as to which is the nourishment, or drug, which i seemingly live on.

.

how many 3ams have you seen?

Time

Time is a grasp of cold air in your hand, passing us by without moving.

Pete Souza

Chanced upon a documentary about the white house photographer Pete Souza while bumming at home today.. and it inspired me. he captured some great moments.

http://www.petesouza.com/index.html

hold it

i desperately hold my shit in as i think of the perfect album to play (or blast) as i savour the moment to come.

billy joel it is.

a red geordie

we're swapping torres for carroll and left with 10m for bak kwa.
this is historic.

m for million, in pounds. all 35 million of it.

i'm feeling really really sick.

good read

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/

blinding light

the more you show, the lesser you are.

my deficiencies are glaringly highlighted each time i find works that i admire for hours on end. still not good enough. no where near in fact.

there will come a time when you find yourself opening up and awakening to another level. but not long after will you realise that you have in reality, and in the harshness of truth, barely progressed from where you originally stood.

recent dreams

i dreamt that i have a box filled with rolls of unused black and white film. i was excited.

i dreamt that there were a couple of fleas around me, and a tiny, toe size, rabbit next to me. in irritation from the fleas, i stamped on the rabbit and felt it's tiny skull under my shoe, before flicking it under the sofa with a sheepish smile.

some time ago, i dreamt that alex's brother, alvin, died in an accident and i was sad.

i dreamt of angel. a little surreal.

my life is dark and morbid.