I’ve been back and fro to my hometown a few times this year, so here are some shots taken on the Huawei Honor 6 on my latest trip: Locations: Lebuh Melayu, Jalan Pintal Tali, Jalan Penang, Komtar, Macalister Road, Hai Boey Seafood Teluk Kumbar, Hin Bus Depot, Saw Emporium (Norm Cafe), Kimberley Street
Going back to Penang always makes me that tad bit humble. It reminds me of where I come from, and that my life is no more superior than others’. It is just as normal, messy and complex as any other life. Sometimes I have friends that I’m embarrassed to be seen with (Why? Because IContinue reading “Back to Penang”
This image probably explains my love and fascination for books, and why I’ve always wanted to own a bookstore. In 1962, my grandfather and his younger brother, together with the help of their mother and sisters, ran a shop called Zulin Book Company on Carnarvon Street in Penang. Besides selling notepads and stationeries, they alsoContinue reading “Zulin Book Company”
I recently went on a week long trip to Hong Kong, and during my time at The Peak, I thought about how similar my hometown in Penang was to Hong Kong – what with its furnicular trams, prestigious hillside residences and traces of colonial Britain. Here are some postcards I found at home of PenangContinue reading “Vintage postcards of Penang in the 1960s”
renovate n. restore (something old, esp. a building) to a good state of repair ORIGIN early 16th cent.: from Latin renovat- ‘made new again’, from the verb renovare, from re- back again + novus ‘new’ Renovatio means rebirth in Latin. It is also the name of the luxury yacht in the movie The Island (2005).Continue reading “Renovatio”
Here is a summary of my first experiment with the Holga camera, where I’ve managed to make my relatives (and myself) look like ghosts.
One Wednesday night, I ate dinner with two boys from my hometown. They told me all about the shenanigans of being boys in a certain mixed school, and they included: Borrowing text books from girls of other class and scribbling “I love you” before returning them Stealing text books from other students, erasing their nameContinue reading “Stories from boy schools”
I didn’t make time to mourn for JD, my 12-year-old daschund who died on 18 February 2013. My sister wrote a great eulogy on her instagram that goes: “JD was the best dachshund. She fought monitor lizards, bit mice, ate durians, understood Hokkien and battled cancer. She lived and gave the best 12 years anyContinue reading “RIP JD”