Finally, he got his new toy during the CNY (thanks Xiao Man, thanks Ah Jia). Two weeks later, with a roll of Fujicolor Pro 160S, he went for a walk with her (she brought her 3Lens Robot) around Bugis last Saturday. In less than 3 hours, he popped the cherry on his Holga 120 CFN with 12 shots.
Could have done better. But then they say, don’t think just shoot.
Well, some of the better ones:
He thinks about Christmas, Hari Raya Puasa, Deepavali and… Chinese New Year.
He wonders, if the Chinese is the only race these days who celebrate its most important annual event with most of the food, clothing, music, decorations, rituals, gifts and greetings centralized on the single theme of getting rich?
Huat ah!
He feels awkward, almost embarrassed.
When he kept seeing The Kite Runner being displayed prominently on the bookshelf in Kinokuniya for the last 10 visits or so, he knew he had to read the book. Before he could do it, however, they chanced upon the film at The Cathay last Saturday. As she vetoed his suggestion to watch Rambo, and he was obviously not interested in 27 Dresses, the final decision was reached easily.
He had high expectations, and he wasn’t disappointed. He left the cinema with a thousand thoughts. Of love, of parents, of friends, of war. Of redemption, of traditions, of nation, of ambitions.
The similar feeling when he woke up from nightmare occasionally, only more intense.
There is a way to be good again.
For you a thousand times over.
Silently, he whispers these words to his homeland.
