Photo Update

There's a new mentor in my life now, let's welcome the ever-legendary, Alice Cooper.

Believe me, he didn't use to look like this. I've seen a decent picture of him on wikipedia before, now if you'd go you'll see another decent picture of him without his makeup.

The song on my blog will change as accordingly.

Sorry Def Leppard.

A photo update. I need to delete a lot of photos from my phone.

The story on this lady... Yes, she's a lady playing the harmonica at the food centre at the interchange quite near my house. That day I went to the mall to have my picture taken, and the counter girl assured me, 10 minutes is how long I needed to wait.

Well, 10 minutes is easy to define and hard to follow. I went to the food centre and saw her playing the harmonica.

We ain't got music people like her anymor'. An' she was playin' the oldies, cha'nees style, g'd lady never worr'd over the notes that always fall 'nto the rit' purses.

I went back after listening entranced, looked at my instant photos, told the girl off for shoddy work, asked for a reprint, and went back to listen to the concert again.

Here's another music person buskin' on the streets. I intend to photograph all the music people I come across in Singapore. There's a certain blues element to these people no? Like having no thing to lose and pickin' a time in nig't play to the flockin' cars and hurryin' peoples, in the middle of the street, with yer' car battery as power for yer' amp.

This guy is a strong person; he's blind, and he's soldiering on with life, one chord at a time.

Mother and son... We born fragile, we hold our mother hand and practise our socialized roles with our mother. All before a time when we find friends to cliqu'e with, before we find a lover to get down with only to find that we're too young to know what love is, before we find a religion that teaches you that God is all we need and suddenly Sundays become days occupied with service and class and studying of the sacred book.

All throughout... Mother stands as a tree, observing quietly, not moving too much, always there as a throne of support should you ever need a branch to sit and rest on.

The road for everyone is long and uncertain. We walk, run, crawl, and when we stop and rest on the pavement we actually realise how much wider our visions become.

And then we realise that the road we are each on belongs to us exclusively. Our trauma, our worries, our struggles for self-identity, all carved out on the tarmac that makes our road harder to walk on, but makes us stronger.



I love my camera phone.



I have started conceptualising my next song... aCtually, I've gotten the basics laid down a looong time ago... even before I entered university.

Now's the time to realise it! Just 2 weeks ago I got to witness the singing of a friend and I think some things might just have become possible.


Rocks.