Thursday, September 24, 2009
Photography is an art. Just like an artpiece, each photo reflects the photographer's view of the subject, the photographer's state of mind, the photographer's point of view, the photographer's emotions at the time when the shot was framed and the shutter button pressed.
Recently I was taking some photos at a friend's wedding. Yeah, that was the task that I blogged about in the last two entries.
So, what inspires this third entry? I was having a casual chat with one of my friends. He commented that somehow the photos I took evoked a feeling of sadness. He was actually the first person who thinks that way. Other friends who have seen the same set of photos have commented otherwise. Hmmm, how interesting.
It makes me think and hence, the conclusion I get is per the first para. But it doesn't stop there. To every person who sees the photo, they will in turn form their own interpretation of what they see, think and feel or their perception of what story the photographer is trying to tell.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yes, that's the grade that I am giving myself. It was a hectic Sunday - left home by 9.30am, and by the time I reached home it was already 11pm. Overall I had fun, a very good learning experience.
At certain points, I felt intimidated by my lack of skills, experience and gear, hence the previous entry. My confidence had already been shoved down the drains due to somebody's comments earlier in the week. Yet time and again I remind myself - "Photography is more than just your skills, your gear or even your creativity. It's about your heart." Every click of the camera, every push of the shutter button - let it come from your heart. Maybe some would feel that I am just making excuses but excuse me, can you deny that each photo tells a story, each picture a thousand tales?
So, over the weekend, I felt I have learned so much more than I anticipated. It's not about acquiring new skills - it's about discovering what I am good at and what I suck at. And with that knowledge, looking forward to continuosly improve myself. One step at a time, at my own pace.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
just a friendly reminder to self - relax and do it well. no point stressing yourself out and end up all kelam kabut. u know yourself well enough, to know that when you are all nerves and panic, you lose focus and you will blank out. so, just go out there - relax, have fun and do it well.
Friday, September 11, 2009
That's my mum's BP for yesterday, this morning and a while ago!
Those numbers are sending my pressure upwards too.
Mum called me around 6pm, complaining of her high BP. She wanted me to take her to the doc. At first I didn't know that it was that high. When I saw those numbers, I nearly fainted. Yes, she had occasional high BP moments, but not as high as this consecutively.
I am worried, though - I just hope and pray she will be alright.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Needed to shop around for dresses, the months of wedding dinners are here. So there I was, happily flipping through racks of clothes at those boutiques along the streets of Telawi.
Unfortunately, or rather fortunately - no dress caught my fancy. So I decided to continue my hunt elsewhere.
Whilst I was waiting in line to pay my parking, I was rummaging my bag for my wallet. Coin purse, notebook, hand lotion, a story book, ... hmmm, where is my wallet? I stopped myself before I panic and start to pour all my bag contents on the floor, in the middle of Bangsar Village.
I reminded myself to keep cool, and started to walk to my car to try find some loose change and notes.
All the way I was thinking to myself, how careless and mindless I was. I was without any form of identification on me, no legal proof that I can drive on the road, no money save for a couple of Ringgits in my coin purse plus those loose change I keep in the car. I wasn't worried that I dropped my wallet, I was quite sure I had left it at home.
Good thing was I had more than enough to pay for parking. I dare not go elsewhere, except home... I mean, where else could I go with no IC, license and money?
I have been known as a blur person, even careless at times. I have had experiences of forgetting stuffs, but I guess this was the furthest I have gone away from home without my wallet. Hope it won't happen again.
1) The moment I realised I forgot my wallet, I was virtually 'scrolling' through my list of friends - thinking of who is the best person to call for help. Which of my friend will, despite whatever they are doing at the moment, come & rescue me? Would you?
2) As to why it happened, I guess my mind was abducted by some strange creature named 'man'. Not only these creatures capable of stealing your hearts, they can do likewise with your minds. My dear female friends, be wary; and don't say I didn't warn you.