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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Studium & Punctum   Now, please tell me which is which. Friday, November 26, 2010
Time's A Resource  It has been awhile since I've felt this feeling of wanting to shoot. Two doors, two paths, two alternatives. But only one choice. Saturday, November 20, 2010
In Silence.  Sunday, November 14, 2010
160km/h was all it took.  One of the many bends in Cameron Highlands. A great prelude to driving in European mountain ranges. An amazing drive from Singapore to Penang to Cameron Highlands and back to Singapore. Oh, not forgetting that Jas and I got lost in KL - without a map, GPS unit or any clue as to where we were or how we were going to get back home. But we did it, all thanks to her great note taking skills (we asked a nice Chinese golfer for directions at the KL Golf Country Club) and observant eyes. I'm ready to conquer Thailand. Anyone with me? Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Railway.  As trains come and go, the only thing that resists time are the tracks they speed on. A million different experiences kept together with never-ending parallel steel bars. Thursday, October 28, 2010
On Photographs. A photo captures what the eyes see, while a memory seals what the heart then feels. In many photos does one reside, just as how in many memories other ones are etched. Thursday, June 17, 2010
To All Who Work Alone. In a day of work and sorrow, My mortal coil meets no tomorrow. For work starts and ends, With no finite stop, It never truly ends. So the hours and days go by, On and on, just repeat. But in every single day, A sliver of hope remains. A taste of sweet nectar on my lips, I long for it to stay. It doesn't come when it's breakfast, Nor does it come at lunch. It doesn't come for tea, Nor does it come at a smoke break. It doesn't come when it's time to knock off, Nor does it come when I get my pay. It comes only when I see my love, At the end of every single day. |
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