Blind Pilot; Mosaic

when they ended with '3 rounds and a sound', i was on the verge of tears

they made a statue of us

Finally developed the roll of film from my holga. Out of sixteen shots, these four photos were the most passable looking :(  

the only shot that i was really happy with

CS206 MTV- Behind the Scenes

Though this project has been eating up so much of my time and energy,  I can't help but love every aspect of it- my amazing group mates, the storyboarding, logistics, actual filming process, post-production.... Let's hope that our music video will be great!

Heart-shaped cloud <3  Photo: Zhen Yi

Stalker's photographs

Hungry monsters!

+65 Indie Festival

The Obedient Wives' Club

In Each Hand a Cutlass

All it takes is the first few guitar riffs, and I'm instantly mesmerized. Usually I'd be pretty much immune to instrumental music but In Each Hand a Cutlass has turned me into an instant fan, just like that. How do I put this... they were mind-blowing. 


Time seems to have taken a sort of unreal, hazy quality, adrenaline rush mixed with a giddy pleasure, drunk with the feeling of heady ecstasy, heart pounding, rising, falling in sync with the music, I can barely think straight, all my senses are fully attuned and there's no room for distracting thoughts, all I can do is feel, let the intricate tapestry of music wash over me, go right through me, and think, " Oh my god" over and over again

their music is beyond amazing

4 Fridays ago : I've just taken my holga out from a dusty corner of my room and and loaded a brand new roll of film in it, something I haven't done in nearly a year. G and I spend the afternoon wandering around the art store at bras brasah looking at unfamiliar things like easels and wooden alligators and tubes of paint, picking out items for a birthday present. The music store too, holds just as much fascination for me, as I run my hands down the acoustic guitars, fingers idly plucking at a string here and there. We watch as the shop assistant, a man in his 40s, give a live demonstration, he's showing off just a little, and we smile and nod appreciatively. Afterwards, I find myself walking on the sidewalk with a cup of ice cream in my hand, everyone's moving at an unhurried pace as they cross the road, I look up at the gradually darkening skies, it's cool and nearly evening-time, and I think to myself, ' every Friday should be spent like this'

Afterwards, I receive some news from my mother, and the thought of june holidays spent traipsing around endless vineyards and vast lavender fields fills me with so much happiness I can barely speak. Later on at night, an hour-long phone conversation with gwen makes me laugh and laugh, what a perfect way to end the day

Fatigue seeps into my bones
a noxious, deadening substance.
I would like to
empty my mind
of all thought
free my flesh
from all sensation.
A hollow shell.
(something inside me falls away)
I would like to sink
backwards
into the comforting embrace
of my bed.
And pull the covers over myself
lie motionless and still
while the voice of bon iver whispers into my ear
leave this place far behind
let myself drift.
It would grant some modicum of blessed respite
however fleeting, however temporal.

CS206 Photostory: Flight Dreams

A girl who wants to escape from herself,  and the stifling confines of conformist societal expectations.

She seeks for liberation through dreams.

Back then I believed I was determined to lead a life my parents would be proud of;

 I would attain a degree, a job, remain a Christian, marry a nice boy

 Then I discovered a part of me that rose up in a hundred bedrooms that eventually looked like each other.
I began to understand myself for the first time

I remember I was catapulted from that claustrophobic room of my parents' dream of my future

I don't know why the pain comes back

Which was why I knew then to pull up the blanket of dreams over my head

 I would fly off balconies, jump off the tops of flats and swim through air for hours in my sleep

Note: This was inspired by the poem Flight Dreams by Cyril Wong