This is my ah ma and here are some photos I took of her when I accompanied her for a short walk around our neighbourhood.
In the official records ah ma is 83 this year, but actually she’s 79. In those days, it was purposely recorded that she was 4 years older so that she can legally work as an adult despite not being one yet.
Ah ma will sit at her favourite spot at the void deck for hours. Sometimes I will sit with with her for a while and we will chat. She will share with me stories about her younger days during the Japanese Occupation, how she was a great nanny who helped looked after an angmoh doctor’s family and his four sons, and how different my two cousins are.
She can be really pai si sometimes and she will make my mother really angry. When I asked her, “Ah ma, why sometimes you purposely want to make mummy angry?” She will reply cheekily in Hokkien, “I just want to ‘poke’ her.” Silly ah ma, I think she probably just needs more entertainment in her life.
Without my social media
I deactivated my Facebook account yesterday and deleted the app, Instagram and Twitter. I didn’t delete my accounts, just the apps. (Tumblr doesn’t really count cause hardly anyone knows I write here.)
I just got a little sick of the idea of being on Facebook all the time. What I read online being controlled by what others share. Thought Catalogue was also starting to bore me with their “list of xx things” and I needed a break from all these information and connectivity.
So for most of yesterday, my thumbs instinctively scrolled through my phone towards the familiar apps that were replaced by other apps, my mouse arrow instantaneously reached out for the location where the Facebook shortcut button used to be and I had to keep resisting the urge to reinstall my social media apps. Addicted? Yes. Very addicted.
So I decided to do other things instead. I brought my grandmother out for a walk and I started taking photos of her with my still-pretty-brand-new DSLR which I got for my birthday. I watched TV with my mum and I did a few minutes’ worth of transcribing. A pity I didn’t bring my books back, if not I think I would be reading them in bed.
Life seems fine. I feel I have more time for myself. Maybe it’s also because examinations finally ended. Oh ya I’m finally a graduate! (:
Okay that’s all. Let’s see if I can even last a week.
reblogged from awkwardsituationist
baby japanese macaques, aslo known as snow monkeys, in the joshinetsu kogen national park. located in the valley of the yokoyu river in the northern part of nagano prefecture, the areas remains relatively free of humans thanks to heavy snowfalls, an elevation of 850 meters, and being accessible only via a narrow two kilometer footpath through the forest. photos by (1) ben torode (2) oscar tarneberg (3,4) koichi kamoshida (5) masashi mochida
Aiyo so cute.
I used to think I write all these for others. But no. I write for myself.
Transient. Life is about to change.
reblogged from crystalpanyf
"I am tired of the cult of youth. The cultural rejection of old age, the stigmatization of wrinkles, grey hair, of bodies furrowed by the years. I am fascinated by Diana Vreeland, Georgia O’Keeffe and Louise Bourgeois, women who have let time embrace them without ever cheating. Society today condems this, me, I celebrate it. For this session of fine jewellery, I imagined a man and a woman who had been together for a long time, faithful to each other and always incandescent with desire."
Because it does piss me off, when you say something like, ‘Oh you know, that guy is gay because he is weaker. A pussy or something.’ Excuse me? You came from a pussy! Pussies are way stronger than penises. Do you know how big a pussy has to get to push your head out? All I have to do is whack you in the balls one time and you are dead. You whack me in the fucking pussy it doesn’t make a difference.
One of my HT interviewees, August 17, 2013
Maybe we shouldn’t meet again. Tengo stared up at the ceiling. Wasn’t it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core - a tiny flame to cup one’s hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Sometimes you have to tell yourself,
"Enough, is enough.
Get out of my life.
That feels so good.