The look of fulfilment on a sold out day. “So I saw that there is nothing better for people than to be happy in their work. That is why we are here! No one will bring us back from death to enjoy life after we die.” Ecclesiastes 3:22
Month: July 2015
It’s really rare spotting a man using brolly on the street when it isn’t raining. Why? I guess it’s about that feminine connotation. Or is it a hassle due to something extra to carry around? I queried myself: given the choice, I’d choose a good tan. I can hear my wife’s sneer now – “men will be men”…
I wish to declare that I’m cheering for the youths of our generation. I believe in them. I feel that there are too many unfair labels pressed against them – strawberries, spoilt and uncaring to name some. On the contrary, I applaud their spirits taking on the demands of our time. They may not enjoy the same things I grew up with, but they are unique and they are constantly adjusting. Let’s continue to encourage and invest in them. Be that light that puts a glow on their faces.
There was much happiness that went round during this season of the king. I was drawn towards its majestic aroma from a mile away. It still amazes me this day that such soft and amazingly flavoured contents could be derived from a fruit that is so hard and thorny on the outside that it’s almost a weapon. To most in the west, if the husk doesn’t kill you, the smell most certainly will. It’s too bad really, cause over here, what doesn’t kill you will only make you hungry for more. That vendor’s smile says it all.
I’ve taken a week break from shooting and from posting my daily pic. Much needed but got that feel of withdrawal syndrome. It was good hitting the streets again. The familiar smells and sounds seemed to welcome me back. But of course it’s mainly about visually engaging people with my cam. I spotted these two boys looking amazing in their traditional baju kurung across the road from where I was at Tiong Bahru Plaza. I was glad they remained after I crossed over and a bonus further awaited me – they were each playing a kendama, a childhood toy which brought back fond memories. The big brother’s eye contact with me was what I really like about this photo. He appeared to be resonating the emotion of the moment – “You’re back…”.
Alleys often have bad press. They are places which don’t see much direct light and common notions for crimes. I feel that they are very misunderstood. They hold the trash and keep traffic-hogging delivery vehicles out of the main streets so that the shop fronts may be presented in their best. It’s a dirty job but somebody’s gotta do it.