This late morning, I was on a comfortably-packed train, wondering if I should drop by the poke bowl shop to pick up lunch before heading for the office. I had a small craving for it, but not enough to rule out a simple sandwich, or a bowl of noodles, completely.
Lost in thought over my first-world problem, my idle fingers found the folder of film-taken pictures on my phone. I should post something on the blog, I thought above my lunch thoughts.
I flipped through pictures of my Italy holiday, my multiple Taiwan escapades, and weekend walks, pleased to see them again. Then my finger hit a folder of experimental double-exposed (and somewhat failed) photos. I had connected with a stranger on the other side of the world for this little project, and for my part, I wandered into the streets off East Coast Road to complete it.
But as I looked at these photos, it wasn’t the stranger I thought of. Or the streets I could no longer name. Or the reason why I couldn’t take a proper double-exposed photo. My thoughts strayed onto the companion who’s absent, yet undeniably present in all the photos.
Strange how life could change the course of a friendship, how archives and archives of fond memories were not enough to keep it together. Not nearly enough.
Then the overhead sound system announced my stop. I barely heard it, but my body has learnt the routine, and I stepped out to join the rest of the working crowd.
It’s the time of the year when it ought to be cooler, but it has been either very hot or very rainy. That’s half the reason for spending my week mostly indoors; the other half being laziness. In fact, I’ve been sleeping and waking up much later these days. I’m not a morning person, but I’ve been trying to cultivate good sleeping habits this past year and it has succeeded for the most part, until this past week.
To inject some energy into the last of the week, the approaching weekend looks like this in my plans:
- Finish One Last Thing Before I Go by Jonathan Trooper. That guy is so funny, risking slapstick but – here’s the crucial bit – never tipping the scale by overdoing it.
- Do some Christmas shopping.
- Visit a Christmas flea market.
- Picnic with friends. Pray the weather be lovely.
How’s the weekend looking for you?
Some months back, I was involved in my first double exposure project (Swappa) when I took part in a film photo contest by Fluster Magazine in the name of fun. I was randomly assigned a Swap buddy (from Italy!) and we took pictures of our cities on the same roll. Our first roll failed terribly, and these are pictures from our second attempt. A couple more will be shared in tomorrow’s post.
Lately the weather has been mostly pleasant so we headed outdoors a lot more. Over the weekend, we went up Mount Faber and gladly immersed ourselves in the lush greenery; this is nothing like the hiking people do, but still my calves hurt like mad after that.We wound up at neighbourhoods with quiet, to-be-demolished compounds that have seen better days, and paused outside old houses to admire them. We celebrated over meals and drinks, and made holiday plans. I may have gotten two shades darker, but all in all, this counted as a very good weekend.