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Nothing new, just a little stranger. It isn’t much, just a little want. This thing crawled out of my comfort hole, that stretch out of my league. Mixed feelings, churning priorities coupled with a short tongue. Well I asked for it didn’t I, these my just deserts. My hands are no longer warm.





(last 3 pictures: London police protect an unidentified man from angry anti-war demonstrators on 24 Oct 2009. The man had heckled an anti war speech in Trafagar square, inciting demonstrators who followed him after he left the square, calling him a BNP fascist. A scuffle broke out between the police and demonstrators, unidentified man was hit by bottles, cans and a flowerpot in the process.)
1 month in london as of friday. Its good but all this western individual liberties thing is abit of a culture shock. This Singaporean is still trying to make sense of it.

Its late and i’m up reading an anthropology textbook and somehow my mind wandered to her, Yasmin Ahmad, yasmin the storyteller/great/wonderful/beautiful (or taught us those things). I met her once when i photographed this, she’s gone now though. Why? i don’t know but one day we will. Maybe

Standing in the dark, I don’t know if how light falls upon me. I can’t care, doesn’t matter, its tiring guessing what you see.

Lying in bed. i’m mumbling. Its a bad taste in the back of my throat. Trust me.

Stand firm and peer with one eye expectantly around the obstruction. Your heart leaps! Clear! its Clear! Cautious gut delays the wriggling feet but the snaking shoulders start to edge. Full head, one shoulder? Oh the audacity! Inch one sneaker… there you have it- half a body! Nice. Ok your set, now move quickly, rest of you. Sccppwhoopp! yes its a step, one more, another, still another, stride stride, big ones. You’ve done it! you’ve cleared it. Your red cape billows with a heroic super-fart! You hero you.
oh wait… yes you saw this coming. Its another corner.
Repeat.