Today's photography trip brought me to Little India. It just showed me how friendly Indians were (especially when we ask them to pose for shots!) and reconfirmed my desire to backpack in India one day. Unfortunately the exchange trip to India at the end of this year is a luxury trip which will cost us a bomb and has a zero excitement level.
I am now trying to convince my father to backpack with me in Hanoi. Muhahaha. Hope it works out!
I was exceptionally touched and the very essence of my humanity shaken today by a scene I witnessed on the way home. A small boy had passed by one of those tissue selling peddlers and dropped in a dollar coin into the grimy plastic bowl that delicately balanced on his crutches.
The boy then proceeded to walk away as if afraid but the peddler stopped him to pass him the tissue papers he had paid for but not taken. The boy shook his hands vigorously declining. The peddler just smiled and pushed the papers unto his hand. The boy then burst into a wider smile and accepted the papers after which skipping of ecstatically celebrating the aftermath of his charity.
I mean you guys all know what I mean- when we drop a dollar or two into a blind busker's biscuit tin, or when we buy 3 packets of tissues for a dollar from the singing tissue aunty. The variety of these actions are endless, yet they align themselves to a common goal: Helping others with a genuine heart. And when we do that, our heart skips a beat and we can't help but feel cheery inside.
It is human nature to help others.
I am now trying to convince my father to backpack with me in Hanoi. Muhahaha. Hope it works out!
I was exceptionally touched and the very essence of my humanity shaken today by a scene I witnessed on the way home. A small boy had passed by one of those tissue selling peddlers and dropped in a dollar coin into the grimy plastic bowl that delicately balanced on his crutches.
The boy then proceeded to walk away as if afraid but the peddler stopped him to pass him the tissue papers he had paid for but not taken. The boy shook his hands vigorously declining. The peddler just smiled and pushed the papers unto his hand. The boy then burst into a wider smile and accepted the papers after which skipping of ecstatically celebrating the aftermath of his charity.
I mean you guys all know what I mean- when we drop a dollar or two into a blind busker's biscuit tin, or when we buy 3 packets of tissues for a dollar from the singing tissue aunty. The variety of these actions are endless, yet they align themselves to a common goal: Helping others with a genuine heart. And when we do that, our heart skips a beat and we can't help but feel cheery inside.
It is human nature to help others.
Labels: Human Nature, Photography
Yesterday forced me into it's per-mutating temperaments. The day started of extremely well- managed to wake up without any of those lousy drowsy states after the 6th Snooze I fired on my phone. Without much procrastination, I proceeded to the Chinatown station about 15 stations from where I live.
It was the first self-organized photography shootout and the first 400D group photography shootout and the first 400D and self organized photography shootout. -.-"" Haha. And to mark that momentous occasion I spilled Milo in my delightful Crumpler because of reasons of which I shall not divulge. Hence my beautiful red shirt and awesome green sweater converted to MacBook case (and on that day, Carly's home) was kenna-ed by the Milo. This is excluding my half read Newsweek , Nikon Photo Magazine and NTUC Bus Guide.
What a loss.
Carly didn't suffer too much though. It would be quite a sin if I put her through torture since she's only one week old. Okay, shan't comment too much on the photographic side since you can all just log onto Flickr to see my day's shots. General comments include an Underexposed for generic shots in that set. Perhaps I am still not that quick enough to toggle between the settings at the right time yet.
Oh well, practice makes perfect =)
Camp's tomorrow and since threejay is a rather bonded class I'd reckon we would survive it rather happily.
P/s BFS is two!
It was the first self-organized photography shootout and the first 400D group photography shootout and the first 400D and self organized photography shootout. -.-"" Haha. And to mark that momentous occasion I spilled Milo in my delightful Crumpler because of reasons of which I shall not divulge. Hence my beautiful red shirt and awesome green sweater converted to MacBook case (and on that day, Carly's home) was kenna-ed by the Milo. This is excluding my half read Newsweek , Nikon Photo Magazine and NTUC Bus Guide.
What a loss.
Carly didn't suffer too much though. It would be quite a sin if I put her through torture since she's only one week old. Okay, shan't comment too much on the photographic side since you can all just log onto Flickr to see my day's shots. General comments include an Underexposed for generic shots in that set. Perhaps I am still not that quick enough to toggle between the settings at the right time yet.
Oh well, practice makes perfect =)
Camp's tomorrow and since threejay is a rather bonded class I'd reckon we would survive it rather happily.
P/s BFS is two!
Labels: Camp, Photography, threejay
I made my first online non-credit buy today from clubsnap- a Canon 18-55mm kit lens from ClubSnap user reneson. The very epitome of this purchase definitely isn't the lens, since I have used this lens (a symbol of my mediocrity) many times but the actual fact of reading a person online, hearing his voice on the phone and finally, meeting him.
The excitement, before meeting him. The tension, building up. The impatience, as he arrives. The swirl of thoughts, as you look at him, wondering if he's the person, and eventually, the amusement, upon meeting him.
Well of course I don't care how he looks like (decent) and what kind of person he is (can't tell from less than 5 min of conversation), I just want my bloody lens! And it better be in good condition. Thank God it is! So thanks reneson! Although I kinda doubt you're reading this.
The purchase of a new lens led me on an impromptu shutter happy spree (not really la, a net of 38 shots) around the Admiraltirian suburbs of Singapore. I flirted with the surroundings, clutching the camera to my pelvis area, careful not to induce the attention of the camera shy onlookers. It was rather successful, I have posted today's shots in a new set on my Flickr account, entitled "Decade Home".
Check it out.
P/s OH! You haven't noticed? I am now a proud father of an adopted girl from Cathay Photo. Her name is Carly =)
PP/s 3 Cheers for the Mirren Victory!
The excitement, before meeting him. The tension, building up. The impatience, as he arrives. The swirl of thoughts, as you look at him, wondering if he's the person, and eventually, the amusement, upon meeting him.
Well of course I don't care how he looks like (decent) and what kind of person he is (can't tell from less than 5 min of conversation), I just want my bloody lens! And it better be in good condition. Thank God it is! So thanks reneson! Although I kinda doubt you're reading this.
The purchase of a new lens led me on an impromptu shutter happy spree (not really la, a net of 38 shots) around the Admiraltirian suburbs of Singapore. I flirted with the surroundings, clutching the camera to my pelvis area, careful not to induce the attention of the camera shy onlookers. It was rather successful, I have posted today's shots in a new set on my Flickr account, entitled "Decade Home".
Check it out.
P/s OH! You haven't noticed? I am now a proud father of an adopted girl from Cathay Photo. Her name is Carly =)
PP/s 3 Cheers for the Mirren Victory!
Labels: Carly, Photography
