Casual photography, hobbyist, combined.

Stream, 2018

Leave what does not belong to you behind

Amongst those stones, beside that stream

Place it down and bid goodbyes

바람, 2017

Swept off my feet,

there was silence in the howling.

I recall the days it would whisper to me;

that gentle voice that beckons me to raise my head.

As my hair resisted against the wind,

I watched the sun bury into the mountains.

The wind was right, 

Roots, 2017

I went on a short trip with my parents to Melaka hoping to find out more about the Peranakan culture.  I felt embarrassed that as a Peranakan myself, I knew nothing much about our origins, culture nor traditions. Although it wasn’t exactly my fault that my family has more or less abandoned our roots. 

Hidden, 2016

There’s this beauty hidden somewhere.

It may be close within, it may be far away. 

Don’t stop searching for it,

because being hidden means it exist.

M, 2016

I tried but I just can't seem to find a story for this. 

 I am sorry.

The pretty flowers lasted for the season and wilted before good byes.

As the petals fell, they were stepped on nonchalantly. 

It wasn’t my fault. They were too fragile, they should have grown to be sturdier. 

All aboard, 2014

There’s always this feeling of satisfaction when I see a train coming in from a distance. Sweeping past me, messing my hair, and gradually stopping at the station with the doors aligned to the markers on the platform. 

As I process it all in my head, I step in with a poker face and heads off to my destination. No one would know that I had enjoyed the moment, no one would ask about it too. 

In the moment, 2016

I love going for long walks.

In my own pace, I take in the solitude and watch the people around me. 

At Okinawa, I had the sea, the greens and smiles all around. It was great and I felt so happy.

Peace, 2016

Seeking solace in this unpredictable life  I feel the freedom in the breeze The impulse of the ocean waves

In business, 2016

Meow, 2016

Women Only, 2015

I doubt this would ever happen in Singapore but stepping into an all-female cabin was a pretty calming experience after all the hustle bustle at Namba.

Teachable moments, 2015

Lights, 2015

Ayam buah keluak, 2015

It’s regrettable that the Peranakan culture and tradition in my family has pretty much disappeared down the generations. Although not a Peranakan, my mom tried her best to learn as many recipes from my grandma (her mother-in-law) as she could.

Pikapika, 2015

Tsukemen, 2015

Purple sky, 2015