silence of the rant

Yup, the customary reunion dinner at home, a rather sumptuous spread I might add, although my mother has been preparing smaller portions lately ever since our metabolic rate couldn’t keep up with our age, and tummies!

Going clockwise starting fromthe famliar carrot salad (it rhymes!), which is actually just yu sheng with a plateful of salmon, we also got giant prawns (use the jar of cashew nuts as a gauge as to how friggin big they are), steamed cod fish, abalone on kai lan, and rounding up with shark’s fin soup right in the middle.

But I think I’ve been taking my mother’s cooking for granted. As I just found out a couple of weeks ago, my mother actually spent six months in her youth learning how to cook, and from the then-owner of Red Star no less! No wonder home cooked food always taste the best lar. Then again, that adage only applies to proven recipes, considering the numerous bad experiences with experimental recipes my palette has had. But shhh don’t tell my mother that.

On a side note, interesting to note how much more it would mean for one to wish for prosperity in times like these. But then again, I really do hope that at least for this weekend, people are spending more time worrying about chilling out with the family, or taking care of their health, instead of worrying too much about their cash flow at this moment.

That being said, wishing one and all a happy, meaningful and prosperous year of the Ox!

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Dec 2008, 1/80 @ f/5 @ ISO100

I have decided that I will also be writing and posting about my photography experience.

On one hand, it will be my visual diary, an ocular record of my life. But not only a record of life, but also a record of progress, in the way that I can look back at the photographs that I was taking one year ago, and see how my technique and experience has improved (hopefully for the better).

On the other hand, it will be an informal portfolio, where you will be able to view and critique (should you wish) my work.

Those who are proficient with maths will now realise that I have now run out of hands, and thus words for this introduction.

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Esplanade, Jan 2009, 1/500 @ f/2.8 @ ISO100

The pilot, is that which guides the future, in all ways that it could.

The dark abeyance has come and past, an entity that no longer exists but in memory.

Time is often referred to as a measure of the quantity of quantum moments that has transpired, a summation of all your experienced moments collapsed into one number, 24 years.

But such a number never did hold any significance.

All that is left then, are the individual moments. Kept and cherished till the future requires it, to be restored and savoured like a well-aged bottle of vintage.

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