雨林

cheer chen

“乾脆踏踏實實地淋了一場雨,在雨中也不會跑步,就慢慢地走。感受…這叫什麼…豁出去的感覺。一次就可以讓我很深刻。我在想面對自己最害怕的事情,最恐懼的東西,有時候也許可以用一種…狠狠地去淋一場雨,把你的保護傘…然後把所有你認為可以依賴的東西…放棄,也許就這麼一次會有這樣的體會。” ﹣陳綺貞

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Penang

 

Has it been a year? Some photos I casually snapped using Olympus (then), on a 2-day-1-night adventure with the white car we hired from Penang Airport, which faithfully brought us to the many amazing places.

I’m sure there are more photos, lying somewhere in my old Samsung phone. That night in the neighbourhood pub, more lights of this beautiful island, and all that food adventures…

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Memories

Fujicolor Superia 200. Packed this film for my travels in 2012. Did not process it until today. Three years later.

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I nervously clicked to open the folder of #noedits, a series of surprises, and mostly, beautiful memories. Half framed, with my old and faithful Diana Mini. Film days, miss you dearly.

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coffee dreams

design mug

I received this gift sometime ago.

A very unique espresso cup from the Nu Design Gallery in Hong Kong. I dream of a day having my very own espresso machine at home and I’ll be able to use this. Meanwhile, lots of training to boost my caffeine tolerance.

Hongkong Design Mug

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Invictus

The city, sparkles.

Nelson Mandela recited Invictus (Latin for “unconquered”), the iconic poem written in 1875 by English poet William Ernest Henley, to his fellow prisoners, empowering all with its message of self-mastery.

This poem has empowered me today…to be the master of my fate and the captain of my soul.

“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my Unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.”

William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)

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