12 photos from Hanoi

February 26, 2009

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This collection of pictures was suppose to accompany this post.

I spent a good part of my afternoon planning for a trip to SF in May. If things go my way, I will be away all month. Hooray!

Sydney Harbour at night

October 26, 2008

Could I have more photos of the Sydney Opera House?

Today, I walked around the Singapore Flyer. It was very cloudy (and somewhat drizzly).

Night at the museum

July 26, 2008

Check out these awesome photos from my night out at the National Museum!!

Mad props to the good people at The Electric Canvas!!

The Electric Canvas:  Sydney-based lighting effects company that specialises in large-scale light projections on historic buildings. Specially for the Night Festival, they will be transforming the façades of the National Museum and the Singapore Art Museum into elaborate works of art.”

Totally worth seeing.  Very pretty.  I liked the scribbly one the best.  🙂

Edit:  The Night Festival was an awesome idea.  I had a whole heap of fun.  Chinese puppets doing wushu, lying on the grass watching Hairspray, scribbles on the National Museum, attempting drinks at Timbre, sneaking out to the Peranakan Museum, flowers all over the Art Museum, deciding that getting ice cream at MacDonalds was a far better idea than pretending to be pretentious and starting at art I don’t understand, getting home tired and happy and 27. 

Life is good.  🙂

The Dancing Sky

July 19, 2008

A couple of pictures from last night to remind myself that things not going according to plan is not always a bad thing. 

Photos are from “The Dancing Sky”, an aerial performance outside the National Museum by Italian group, Studio Festi.  I was initially extremely annoyed that I had lugged by dSLR into work for no reason but Friday turned out to be a pretty good photo day.  *yay*

Plastic bag helmets

April 23, 2008

One day I would love to do a photography exhibition of some of my Cambodia photos. An amazing theme would be “Little Girls” – I have some great single portrait shots of little girls in Prek Tual (this one being one of them).

There is a certain bittersweetness about this picture. I still don’t know whether to feel happy or sad that she derives joy from a plastic bag helmet. There was something about the purity of her joy and the tragedy that the source of that joy being a plastic bag. But she was happy and who am I to judge that?

I spent a fair bit of time playing with her and friends. They didn’t join the rest of the kids because they lived just next to the dumpsite and were clearly dirtier and poorer than the others. Mind you, the other kids were pretty damn poor too. It was interesting to me that even at that low level of income, there is still discrimination. I remember reading somewhere that the 2 things that street kids want most of all is to be clean and to have nice clothes so they look like other kids. Wow. How sobering. But they seemed oblivious to the obvious income inequality and they giggled, danced and played happily with plastic bags.

I took this photo when I was in Cambodia at the end of last year. It was late afternoon on the first day of clinics. We had finished seeing our last patients and had some time to unwind so the boys took the volleyball and started an impromptu game with some of the Cambodian youth. I took my camera and headed to the playground.

I noticed this little girl because she looked on the outside how I felt on the inside that day – small, vulnerable, lonely, troubled and sad. She was sitting on top of the slide. She was silent and a stark contrast to the flurry of exuberant activity all around. I smiled at her. She just stared back. I pointed at my camera and took off the lens cap. She didn’t flinch so I took a photo.

A conversation today awoke the bleeding heart in me and I thought about poverty and prostitution, domestic violence, drugs and disease, inequality and injustice and felt rather indignant at the state of the world. I wondered what God’s intention was when he put me in Singapore in the middle of affluence and privilege and her in Cambodia living next to landfill when we really aren’t that different. There are definitely days when I feel like this little girl (and not in a good way). That said, I also remembered that whenever this “WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD” frustration builds up inside me, God usually has a reason for it. So until I figure out what that is, I pray that I remain a bleeding heart. Break my heart for what breaks Yours. Good luck to me.

“17Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment. 18Command them to do good, to be rich in good deeds, and to be generous and willing to share. 19In this way they will lay up treasure for themselves as a firm foundation for the coming age, so that they may take hold of the life that is truly life.”
1 Timothy 6:17-19