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Monday, May 01, 2006

my husband is taking his afternoon naps. I'm afraid afternoon naps just don't work for me. I'm much too tense with the many things on my mind that i have to do. I'm not particularly stressful person. I just want to spend the afternoon doing things that i normally don't have time to do. Like updating my blog, doing my laundry, reading a book, praying and singing... the little things that make me happy.

i resolve to take much better photos when i go to hongkong with my hubby to celebrate our one year wedding anniversary. Just was commenting to my friend about the trip and when she told me she always thought my wedding was in the second half of the year, i wanted to say that i understood that very well.. one year just goes by so quickly.

Anyway, back to photos. i want to take better photos in the sense that i want to be able to slow down in the midst of rushing from one place to another, to just take a step back and take a picture. Oftentimes when i have the camera, i often feel hurried and rushed to take that one shot. That one moment passes by so fleetingly that the time the camera takes to charge up and the time needed to get the right angle for the shot.. before you know it. You have already lost half of what you felt at that moment and the moment is already past; a desire to relive it lingers but frustration is often the end result; It feels like you are left to deal with a parcel that has landed on your doorstep, addressed to the wrong person but with no means to return it.

So i often leave my camera alone and enjoy the moments: light glazing the surfaces of the building painting an empty canvas with a sheen of gold. tree tops that rustle as the wind blows, in an almost stark contrast to the static slabs of steel and glass rising out of the earth. passing by a lake that almost seems to flow from beneath your feet as you precariously balance yourself among squashed and anonymous bodies in a train; it engulfs the land, quenching the dulled senses of surburbia.

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