Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Something red, something golden

What’s being in San Francisco without visiting the Golden Gate Bridge? What I liked about being in the Bay area was meeting the various people from different backgrounds and diverse cultures and it couldn’t have been a more rewarding experience to interact with every one whom I’ve met. We were blessed with a great weather in San Francisco and a fog-less bridge. It was best to arrive hours near dusk, so we walked the bridge, shot photos, walked back to another vantage point and caught another sunset. 

Looking back, we have been truly blessed with great weather (almost every day) and catching sunrises and sunsets speak for my whole summer experience in the West. From Canyon rainbows, by the lake in South Lake Tahoe, in Vegas, on the drive to LA and back to Berkeley; my memory is filled with them. 

Those were the magic moments that I couldn’t help not having Ju with me; it would almost had been perfect. My roommates and I stood watch another most amazing sunset at a random spot while finding Grizzly Peak and getting lost, walking past houses and steep slopes without a car. We sat there until it all turned dark, and sat a while longer before we hiked back down and grabbed a warm meal of Pho (That we frequent almost 4 times during our stay) along Shattuck Ave. 

But for now, it’s Week 3 in school and I think I’m pretty much on track. Just need a little more discipline before Ju gets back from Bangkok. I miss having a spotter, an encourager and a lover in the gym. 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Making another road trip to Vegas

That was us; our faces after a night without sleep spent at a bar in Vegas with Leo and his friends. Trin and I knocked out immediately after dimsum breakfast in Chinatown, and woke up to The amazing Hoover Dam. The whole damn view took my breath away. I was fighting my instincts as to what picture I’d take on which gadget first. My Canon, s95 or my iPhone? Video or not? I couldn’t decide. 

While the girls went crazy looking for penny pressers, Shao and I took a walk along the bridge and stood between Nevada and Arizona. So we continued our journey to The Grand Canyon (Almost another 4 hours drive) and got our ears popped along the way. Trin and I went back to snoozing before we stopped by Route 66 for gas and lunch before I took over the wheel. 



There was a sudden downpour during my drive to Grand Canyon. Visibility was low and I had to slow down. Unprepared for weather cooler than Vegas and the rain which dampened our mood for Grand Canyon, I was pretty much frowning while driving (especially with the lack of sleep the night before). Almost an hour with low visibility and heavy rain, it stopped. I was joyous! We kept our sun-roof opened, took turns to scream into the mountains and stood along the backseat with the wind in our face. Even the drizzle felt awesome. 

No, Grand Canyon didn’t disappoint. In fact it was even better. The rays peeped through the clear clouds after the shower and casted such a nice warm glow on the Canyon. It wouldn’t have been possible to capture such a sight if it was still clear and sunny, it would have been different. The colors were amazing, and I couldn’t explain how I felt (despite 12 degrees in the cold and wind) My fingers were almost freezing without a jacket, trying to capture the most photographically beautiful place I’ve ever seen, set right before my eyes. 

I thank my wonderful roommates for all these memories. We were strangers, and if not for Summer Exchange we wouldn’t have known one another. I’m glad we decided to stay out of campus (which aided in our bonding), met new friends, forged new friendships and created new memories. These flashbacks are real. 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

A little fly.

In 4 days I would have left San Francisco, or Berkeley for that matter. I remembered how my presence here had hit me, and my heart skips each time I think about it before I leave. And here it is again, my heart palpitates every hour as I think about it; I know what I want, and I know what I don’t want. What if one day I fall short, get disappointed, and I don’t know what I want anymore? I’m actually reacting to my thoughts in a hot-mess right now. I need some candy. I can’t spend my whole day crying. 

I went to bed having a shit load on my mind; about school, about work, about friends and relationships in general. My to-do list is getting smaller, but I think life is reacting. I am reacting to new-life, and being free. I talked to Aunt Agnes and Aunt Wee yesterday, and we talked about getting a foot into adulthood, and I’m not exactly prepared for many (greater or not) things that are ahead. Truth to be told, I’m not positive most of the time. The thought of everything messy makes me nauseous - This is a weird transition and despite everything, I’m still human. 

I stand at what’s left of my equilibrium. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Home Sick Alien

Sick alien’s coming home to another school semester in Singapore. I’m not complaining, and I figured I’m not a person that would leave my home in Singapore for anywhere else in future unless necessary; I kind of have the perfect people that I want to live and co-exist with - My amazing Family and Friends. 


These are some of the prints that I will be submitting for my final project. There’s quite a number that I’ve picked out from the rest of the “hazard”, and I never thought I would actually one day be serious about photography. I’ve always seen it as recreational and leisure. The thing about having a camera with me all the time is that; it acts as my pair of eyes that I can’t exactly seem to relate with, or consume my surroundings at that point in time. Talk about oblivion. 

I think it speaks and relates better to me as a person and what I may be able to express out of it. Both Projects (1 and 2) have came out very differently and wild, the first of “Solace” and the second of “Golden Home”. They’re 2 very different stories that I tried to depict out of a 10-photo series. 

Happy feasting! And a Happy National Day Singapore! 

Monday, August 5, 2013

Project Family.

It was one of our projects to photograph and piece an image that we could have taken/ would take in the future. I thought what I had in mind was pretty abstract and at that point in time I really didn’t understand what my brain was led into believing. So last night I sat in front of our toilet in between both our wardrobes and looked in 4 different ways which I would have for my family. I wasn’t exactly trying to piece out a smile, I didn’t. It felt like I was morphed, solemn, then the last I kind of smiled. 

I miss my mom. I called her after school today and she showed me my room. She said, “Look, here’s your room. It’s so neat." That moment tears welled in my eyes, and I thought how home sick I was - Home sick alien, a song off my roommate’s playlist. My sister has officially moved into hall and I’m returning home with an empty room, and an empty bed. I miss Juju, and I miss being hugged and comforted. 

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’ most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to earth, the more real and truthful they become.  Milan Kundera.


Thursday, August 1, 2013

Lake Tahoe

I have so much thought-flow going on in my head in class right now and I have this adrenaline and inspiration series that I can’t wait to execute. I think that’s the beauty of art and literature. This is almost the first time I’m experiencing this unique feeling all the time and as far as I can remember, it is an awesome feeling, to me at least. 


Lake Tahoe was amazing. It was a lot of sun, rays, people and nature. We made new friends here in Berkeley, and drove up (not together) but stayed at the same inn at Lake Tahoe. We spent the first day by the lake doing water sports, but I called out and sat by the pier with chips and a few cans of beer. We had a frisbee party before the night fell and temperature dipped almost 20 degrees lower. 

We held our post celebration of our first road trip at Macduffs Public House tucked at South Lake Tahoe. There was a game of SF Giants that night so we dined and cheered. I sat with half my body at the table and towards the tele, with my Mother Earth wood-fired pizza and a Racer-5 IPA. There’s something I love about IPA that I’m missing Brewerkz IPA back in Singapore right now. x