!Sunday, June 04, 2006
Cambodia Mission Trip 2006
I missed the killing field outing, and the whole first four days because the airline doesn't fly to Phnom Penh on weekends. But helping out in the makeshift clinic, no matter how tiring that was, was fun.
Jong's extended family.
Pigs, in the village we went to. Beatrice went crazy over them, screaming and scaring them all away, and then aggressively clicking the trigger of her Canon Powershot. The pink ones look like the scraggly version of Babe, don't you think? And they snort a lot too.
The guesthouse, I was standing too near to take a reasonably informative picture. The guesthouse was way way way above my expectations, they even had cable tv! And the food was really good, they had this KFC tastealike which was apparently the Cambodian specialty, and I was like 'huh I didn't know KFC came from Cambodia".
Russian market. It's under this tent-like cover and is so unbearably stuffy and hot. The things there are not quite cheap at all, unless you know how to bargain. And they call you 'sister'.
"Sister! I give you $3 can?"
"No! i want $2!"
And then my mom can go on and on and on like this, and then walk away in irritance.
On the boat, which I unceremoniously fell asleep on, I had to close my eyes because all that dust from the Cambodian winds just blow straight into them. And then the humming and rocking of the boat made me drowsy. And I realised that I could actually sleep sitting down with my head propped on my hand. That's one step away from sleeping standing up and leaning on something. Soon, I will be able to sleep almost anywhere.
Montage Photography Seminar 2006
We listened to three talks, rock photography, extreme photography and fashion photography. The rock photography pictures were tres brilliante (what crapshit I can't speak French), really really nice glossy black-and-whites that really are timeless classics. The fashion photography one was are-ee-tee-aye-are-dee-ee-dee funny, and the way how they mix like five totally normal pictures together on photoshop and get this stunning ad is amazing. And, as sze says, 'kinky!'
It was at the Suntec Convention Hall, and the emcee was this girl with a frigging irritating make-believe posh English accent. I mean, we are in Singapore lah, cut the act.
My notes! I am studious and hardworking, hah.
Outside Marche, near the water wheel thing. o_O
How true.
Me, Tricia, and one very irritated Marche cow.
I think I shall never eat Marche again for the rest of my life, I felt so sick after eating there. And after that we went to Topshop for a lookie, there was an intermission in the talk anyway.
Sze's 'appetizing' pictures of Carls Jr.'s beef fries.
Sze: I heard avocado tastes like butter.
Me: Uh huh
Sze: What does butter taste like, by the way?
You smile, I smile, we all smile.
After the talk I felt inspired to take a good good photo, and I was imagining myself as this professional freeLANCE photographer with a huge bulky camera strapped around my neck and a load of camera stuff on my shoulders. And then going around scenic areas and spending the rest of my life in solitude, only hearing the clicking sounds of the camera.
Well, I tried my best.
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Cambodia Mission Trip 2006
I missed the killing field outing, and the whole first four days because the airline doesn't fly to Phnom Penh on weekends. But helping out in the makeshift clinic, no matter how tiring that was, was fun.
Jong's extended family.
Pigs, in the village we went to. Beatrice went crazy over them, screaming and scaring them all away, and then aggressively clicking the trigger of her Canon Powershot. The pink ones look like the scraggly version of Babe, don't you think? And they snort a lot too.
The guesthouse, I was standing too near to take a reasonably informative picture. The guesthouse was way way way above my expectations, they even had cable tv! And the food was really good, they had this KFC tastealike which was apparently the Cambodian specialty, and I was like 'huh I didn't know KFC came from Cambodia".
Russian market. It's under this tent-like cover and is so unbearably stuffy and hot. The things there are not quite cheap at all, unless you know how to bargain. And they call you 'sister'.
"Sister! I give you $3 can?"
"No! i want $2!"
And then my mom can go on and on and on like this, and then walk away in irritance.
On the boat, which I unceremoniously fell asleep on, I had to close my eyes because all that dust from the Cambodian winds just blow straight into them. And then the humming and rocking of the boat made me drowsy. And I realised that I could actually sleep sitting down with my head propped on my hand. That's one step away from sleeping standing up and leaning on something. Soon, I will be able to sleep almost anywhere.
Montage Photography Seminar 2006
We listened to three talks, rock photography, extreme photography and fashion photography. The rock photography pictures were tres brilliante (what crapshit I can't speak French), really really nice glossy black-and-whites that really are timeless classics. The fashion photography one was are-ee-tee-aye-are-dee-ee-dee funny, and the way how they mix like five totally normal pictures together on photoshop and get this stunning ad is amazing. And, as sze says, 'kinky!'
It was at the Suntec Convention Hall, and the emcee was this girl with a frigging irritating make-believe posh English accent. I mean, we are in Singapore lah, cut the act.
My notes! I am studious and hardworking, hah.
Outside Marche, near the water wheel thing. o_O
How true.
Me, Tricia, and one very irritated Marche cow.
I think I shall never eat Marche again for the rest of my life, I felt so sick after eating there. And after that we went to Topshop for a lookie, there was an intermission in the talk anyway.
Sze's 'appetizing' pictures of Carls Jr.'s beef fries.
Sze: I heard avocado tastes like butter.
Me: Uh huh
Sze: What does butter taste like, by the way?
You smile, I smile, we all smile.
After the talk I felt inspired to take a good good photo, and I was imagining myself as this professional freeLANCE photographer with a huge bulky camera strapped around my neck and a load of camera stuff on my shoulders. And then going around scenic areas and spending the rest of my life in solitude, only hearing the clicking sounds of the camera.
Well, I tried my best.