About a Boy

There was once a boy named Eric. 

He was the second of four children to a merchant and a teacher.

In the afternoons, he would wait for the old lady, that sells noodle soup from a push cart, to make her rounds in his neighbourhood.

As she takes off her straw hat to work frantically from the mounting orders, he wondered if he should put the hat maker’s weaving to the test - the ability to fully contain liquid without leakage. 

Without a second thought, he peed into the hat. 

What happens next is not uncommon all through to his adolescent years - belting. 

A student at St.Xavier’s Institution, Penang circa 1970s

I love how we never grow tired of listening to all his mischiefs and adventures. I love you, Dad.

somewhere over the rainbow

pictures from the sweet november trip - see previously related post here. 

across the universe

The perfect getaway gift to the Prom Country with one of my best friends, Valerie. (thank you!!) Sharing the same perspectives and desires in travel, I couldn’t have enjoyed the trip more. I love how we marvel at each other’s idiosyncrasies; our itch to get to know the locals, and the spontaneity of it all. 

                                  A Fresian wedding and Dutch cake,

                                             Joyce Meyer on God.TV,

                                               Moonlight Jacuzzi,

                                         Flying Cow & Fish Tales, 

                                                Squeaky Beach,

                                  Mushroom risotto & Chilled lasagna,

                                              Foster Curry Puffs,

                                          Korrumburra General Store, 

                                                Hard Loch Cafe.

 Inverloch - Fish Creek - Wilson’s Prom - Foster - Korrumburra - Loch. 

I decided to go analogue, pushing boundaries by experimenting with a fisheye and Holga, while Val sticks with the digital (backup plan, really). So relieved and ecstatic that the film turned out absolutely divine! (Fisheye posts to follow when I develop them)

More adventures to follow, my dear button.

that old feeling

 

grand·fa·ther 

[gran-fah-ther, grand-] 
- noun

1. the father of one’s father or mother
2. a fore father
3. the founder or originator of a family; the first of its kind, or the one being longest in existence

Men of honour, grace and stature. Men who have lived through the darkest hours and still live a life that inspires me. Each of them are pioneers in my eyes.

The first as of above - gentle as a dove; my great grandfather, the 1st generation Methodist in China, whose countenance I only knew through pixels.

The second - pillar of strength; my grandfather, one whose wisdom and depth of thinking never cease to amaze me.

The third and last - heart of gold; my other grandfather, one whose love runs deep, the epitome of a generous & giving heart.

the prince of wales’ island

a land rich in heritage, taste and character - of which I’m proud to call home.

not bad for my first attempt on an analogue SLR :)