December 2, 2009
Kizzle ma shizzle dawg
no fo sho i’m in london, it wet its dark its dank and depressing surely this is the paradise of colonial past. Of course it is it be SOAS the green green school of oriental and african studies. I should write something intelligent creative or witty or uh fuck that. Going abroad and spending this much time on my own is as I was warned very very trying…. the past comes in ways I never thought it could. Dreams urges cravings- a freudian fieldday. I hope the full moons get better. This will tide (I pray)
Its a good thing this. I know it is.
November 24, 2009
Presents past.
I have had many gifts these years gone by, less as the years come. As grateful as I am to receive, Its not the ones in boxes I will truly cherish. The quiet ones, the smiling ones, the winked ones the spoken ones. The sacrifices. Its almost Christmas, celebrations- occasions I squirm at. Boxing day sale anyone?
There’s a gift I passed over a long time ago, an embrace I never returned. It keeps me awake tonight.
November 23, 2009
Standing.
Standing alone on a packed street in the rain after dusk. Its surprisingly cleansing in the cold wind.
November 1, 2009
Standing in the street drinking.
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.
October 25, 2009
1 month in london
(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.
October 19, 2009
strangely late thought
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
