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There is no story here. Just some random pictures. I did shoot mostly in colour though which is unusal for me but i felt the colours of the buildings did have a positive impact.

Such a friendly place.

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Whatever.

Caitlin and i were drawing earlier today and as can be seen i am lacking in drawing skills but i thought i'd share 2 with you.

You might remember el duckce from an earlier post. but i doubt it.

who knows.

I was thinking about it and decided to tweak the card a little bit. The above is the ammended version.

leftovers.

Had some left over pictures so i decided to whack them with photoshop.

random

Sunset

Some simple Sunsets.

Camel Challenge

Hit the trail with Raju and Sherwin. No thats not any of us, its one of Sherwins kit models. He built it and did a pretty nice paint job so we decided to take it out and shoot the heck out of it.

Lord Knows i need practice. All pics have been resized.

The last picture is my fav. I shook the camera abit to try and get some motion blur which i thought was rather nice.

A book a day.....

Picked up another bunch of books, a book on lyndon johnson, one on the clinton /dole election, another on kerry packers channel 9, and finally one on castro..those were for me the other 3 i got for Caitlin who loves reading as much as her mother and i :).
This brings my july haul to 10 books. This excites me. I reckon if this keeps up we are going to need more shelves.

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
By Dylan Thomas

Sunday

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She really is a happy kid.

Spent a lovey Sunday with Caitlin and the Moo n Doo. Went to Tengah, Pierce Res and finally Bedok South. A lovey Sunday.

Kampung Glam

Kandahar, Baghdad, Muscat and Arab Street no i have not gone to the middle east only as far as Kampung Glam (Gelam which is a type of tree) where these are just some of the colourful street names. This semi restored area fascinates me and i have gone there several times to take pictures as well as to hit the coffee shops, there is a flavour in the area that i just cant seem to catch with my trusty camera if you ask me to describe the taste of the place it would be simply Masala Tea.

Flanked on two ends by the Gold Domed (where the Golden for the golden landmark hotel gets its name) Sultan Mosque and the beautiful blue tiled Malabar Mosque its the bits between that make this area a cultural landmark

Some of the old shophouse's have yet to be "restored". Above you can see the typically long buildings

Its still a very much lived in area, not just for tourist and locals to chill.

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I snuck into an abandoned building to take a look.

Below, the exterior of the building

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Above one of my fav shots of the day. I think it would make for a good caption contest.

:) figure it out.

Below some tiling work on one of the buildings.

And last of all my shot of the day.

ok so i lied there was one more

When we tried to rip ourselves apart.

I have often thought that a good interviewsubject either for TV or the print media would be the people who took part in the Hock Lee Bus riots, the Maria Hertogh riots, the race riots of 1964, the 1954 National Service Riots and the Chinese Middle School riots. I wonder if they think Singapore is a better place now, i wonder if they think that what they did means something today. My parents used to tell me about the fear that spread, about rumours that the chinese were coming to kill everyone or that the malays were down the road killing everyone. They used to tell me about curfew and not being able to get to the shops and even when you did most of them had nothing on their shelves for fear of looters. My mum and my brother actually went to stay with my grandmother in Johor where it was deemed safer for them while my father roamed singapore trying to get a better look at what was happening (i often wondered if he didnt set a car or two ablaze but he really wasnt that kind of man). Death, distruction and mayhem things so unimaginable here in Singapore today. Most of us learn a little bit in school and maybe read abit in the papers when there is an Anniversary or something but the people who were there doing the rioting because of rumors or because they felt they were fighting for something worth fighting for, these are the people i think we should interview. These are the people that i would like to hear.

Maria Hertogh died recently at the age of 72, she had a hard life, left by her biological family, ripped apart from her adoptive family and husband, sent to live in a place where she knew not the language or customs and none of it her choice. Sometimes its hard to remember that for her and her families both adoptive and biological it was not about race or religion it was about a little girl.