“Ladies and gents I’ve trained for the last 30 years for what you’ll see in the next 30 seconds.”
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A portrait of a friend of mine (more like a lunch friend of mine), taken in a cafe in Kemang during a coffee break.
She is a splendid photographer, check out her work here and get blown away.
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The time in the late afternoon, when the sun is almost set, is the most beautiful and saddest time of the day. As I have always said, it reeks of goodbye and the feeling that something is nearly over.
Here’s the mosaic window in my house filters the sunset light into some fading things on the wall.
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Going out the whole day today!
Dad’s a Catholic (my whole family is), therefore he wasn’t buried under a chinese-like roof that we often see in a chinese grave. My dad was buried as any normal Christian burial, his grave has a cross on it and gravel on top of its soil.
But whenever we visited him, we honour him in such a mishmash way. As usually I went to the grave not only with my family but also some other relatives from my mother’s side, who mostly still believe in conventional chinese tradition and beliefs, therefore we did pray for him in not only in a Catholic way, but also in the chinese way—such as incense burning, spread joss money and burning hell bank notes.
Anyway, the point is, we love him.
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