Springbonjo

Bridge, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Reach, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

I love the colours of this photo.

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City landscape, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Spotlight, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Chinatown alley, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Shophouse, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Had a great day. I’m so happy the photoshoot was just me and Jas. Had a heart to heart talk with her, and cleared some stuff up. Yeah, nothing better then a little bump in the road of friendship to strengthen it eh?

Chinatown is great- it’s my first official visit, in 8 years or so- the last was my photoshoot during the hols, but we wandered there at night and all shops were closed, so I didn’t have the chance to get a feel of the place- from wondering around alone while waiting for Jas when we met, felt alot of stares when I was smoking while waiting for her. Ah well. Bought batteries; was directed to that shop by a watch shop nice uncle-

“How much is it?”

“$8.”

“Got cheaper ones?” I am dirt broke. I didn’t mean to get discount, but to my pleasant surprise-

“I give you (sell) $5.”

As it turned out, he gave me $6 in change, and because I didn’t have $1, he shrugged it off. Nice indian man. Some camera shop along pagoda street.
I loitered around because there were so many nice shiny cameras on display, and I asked about some Canon models. While on my way out, one of the staff told me, “You’re like a model you know?”

Eh, made my day can!
“No la,” I replied with a slight spring in my steps.

Go chinatown can be model. HAHA.

The weather was right, Jasmine and me shooting, doing the things I love. Actually we spent more time eating than shooting. Bumped into my sister, my god, go chinatown also can run into my sister. Shows we have quite a fate huh. Poor Jas was whining about her not being able to eat all the yummy food. Man, you now know my pain of being a veg lei, mine is permanent while yours is temp. So if you feel bad about your tooth, think of me ok!

Interesting place, cheap stuff. I am so going back. Was at a damn old school street. Tambun biscuits baked from the oven!

Had dinner at Tak Po dim sum place. The wait staff is very courteous, especially our waiter. Had homemade beancurd with my diet coke from 7-11, meiji strawberry choc while Jas had fish congee. Nice wor. Hahaha.

Towned, with neeky and cam honey, home. And as I view my pictures, you know what?

Shooting pictures, viewing my work keeps me going, so do my friends.

Shop houses, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Homemade beancurd, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Jasmine, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Caged, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

I can’t let you go,” said the Princess to the priceless bird belonging to the man she was betrothed to by force. “They would find out, I’m sorry. I’m caged too, just like you.”

This is my first attempt at drawing things, portaying the item in detail. What do you think?

Hot stuff, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Sparkly sandals I wanted to sparkle with repeated tedious attempts with a silver pen but to no avail

IPOD NANO- ’nuff said

Striped hoodies

Uncoloured:
Half of jeans

Unseen:

The other half of Levis jeans

A pair of gorgeous white okaley shades

Items referred from teen vogue 2005 april issue

Black fairytale, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Inspired by Vogue April 2005 with Drew Barrymore’s Beauty and the Beast Cover shoot by Annie Leibovitz, this is my take on fairytales- black and white, unfinished.

Date created/completed: 170406, 3 hours.

zoomed size here

Hoorays, my flickr is up and running, go visit and leave comments please!

Here are some selected shots from 7 april’s super fun rocking happy friday with my darl and Zr, and all.

Laughter, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Outside Nafa, where I completed my registration. I don’t know what were we laughing about, but I love the candidness of this shot. Yes, the photogs my darl.

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Smiling cuz I had a great Monday with Jun. 10042006

Path ahead, originally uploaded by springbonjo.

Love this shot, taken from the car, with the city skyline up ahead, somewhat where I am now in life, almost maturing to the heart of the landscape. Rubbishy.

Here are some sketchings of dogs I did from my calender. I love my calender- appropriately entitled For the Love of Chocolate Labrador Retrievers! The website for the calender is Browntrout.com

This is Mr January, I like to think it’s a mister. Somehow my drawing of Mr Jan is very asian-chinese looking, doesn’t it?

And May, a little innocent puppy!

The chimes, if there is one fine grandfather clock, would strike the ominous sound. Sleepless souls would freeze for a moment, their irrational self would overtake logical thinking; they would wonder and hearts stop at a mystery shadow in the dark from their beds they hadn’t seen before. A girl is alive- she lives for the night. Of insomnia which made her grow to enjoy the long nights. It is awfully quiet, sounds are magnified. The ticking of the clock; alarm clocks, the cheap plastic clock on walls, even sometimes the beating of her heart, loud as they can be while drowned out in the daytime. Sometimes she reads- the old flame of books masking a wonderful alternate world or simply fascinating facts, sometimes she watches television- oh the wonders of cable television repeating prime time shows and loved sitcoms or live soccer matches which first introduced her to this unexplored part of the day and familiarised her with it-, sometimes she goes online to marvel at the superficial yet much voyeured lives of celebrities and bloggers who create colourful online personalities. No music, preferably, the tiniest of noises are to be savoured at this time for a reason.

She is hungry- she wakes from mid noon and there is still tea and dinner to go, if that is appropriately named. Sometimes her peace is disrupted by others; sometimes she resents the loneliness of it when she needs a holding hand, a comforting touch; just a shoulder to lean on. But getting used to the solitary ways, it’s okay, she has gotten through worst nights when she badly needed someone and survived by herself.

There is something about the dead still of the night that makes one severely depressed- 4.30am is a common time people kill themselves, 3am is the most supernatural hour, in inverse of the most holy hour of 3pm, laughing at comedies to find no one to share the laugh with. And yet the sudden rush of glee and freedom of isolation, dreams and passions come alive, impulses fill your head and urges to travel and run away surge through every single nerve in the body.

Oh bother, tomorrow she has to wake up in the morning. Mornings are dull, there is no magic. It doesn’t play, like the midnight melody. It stops at the break of dawn, and she knows the tune well, she is a member of the melody every night after all.