The crane came into my frame… and I continued snapping.
humour
A quick one from this morning. This is what you get when the ladies watch too much taiwanese variety programmes. It was quite tough gatecrashing, done in a very peaceful manner. Can I also add that I found the hidden key:D I earned my paycheck.
Milk… what milk?:D
Chill guys, it’s under adult supervision. I guess, we all celebrate the same way, young or old.
I was wondering if I should post this. This is after all, where my clients come to see my work:) Someone (and then followed by alot of other people…) once asked me, “so… what’s your style?”. Reminds me of the interviews where the interviewers go, “so… tell me more about yourself?”. Duh… “I’m five foot five, weighs one hundred and twenty five pounds, smart (read: gao keng), possess excellent communication skills, etc… and believe that you will hire me with double my expected salary”. When you ask a question, you more or less expect certain kind of answers. So I wonder, what kind of answers do other photographers give when you ask “what’s your style?” “Journalistic”, “avant garde” or “boomz”?
If a picture tells a thousand words, one should be able to see it from the portfolio. I guess it’s easier when someone ask, “so why did you shoot this (pair of hands, legs or some other parts of the body… sounds like my style:P)? I will tell you when you are here:)
Alright, so here’s the picture that kinda made me stop while I was editing to have a good laugh. I remember I wasn’t going after that waiter, but he showed up in my frame and I can’t help but focus on him instead. The result cracked me up a little at that time.
Here I wish all readers a Merry (Marry) Christmas!:D I’ll leave the New Year greetings on another post… don’t waste:P
I love clients who live to laugh:)
I love this clip so much I’m sharing it here. Happy Weekend!:D
When I was (MUCH) younger, I will wear my shirt and make sure it’s properly tucked in and straightened in front. Behind it’ll be a mess. This reminds me of those days. I still make those mistakes once in a while, usually with the collars (that’s why I love T-shirts).
The season is revving up and I’m beginning to fill up the gaps of free time with work and my never ending list of hobbies/vices. I’ll be heading for Bali this Wednesday for a “retreat”. First, I’ll head for diving on my own for 5 days before joining the rest of the guys to laze around the island. And being the frequent last minute traveler (at least for personal trips), I have also conveniently left the preparation to the last minute. I have not booked any hotels, dive trips, etc YET. While checking the prices online, I made some currency conversions because most prices are quoted either in Ruppiah, USD or EU.
It was then I realized, I’m now a multi-millionaire… no no, not in ruppiah… in USD:D
It’s G0-Karting Wednesday again! So we headed down to Plentong Go-kart circuit in JB (Malaysia). We have 5 people in the car, 2 singaporeans and 3 hongkongers. When we reached the Malaysian immigration, the officer said he needs to see the air tickets of our hongkong friends. Honestly, I won’t bring my air tickets if I travel by car. But, according to the officer, it’s compulsory, especially if your passport is from China, India and some other countries.
Now, the thing is, our friend came to JB twice over the last 2 weeks and no one ever mentioned it. The officer claimed that not every officer wants to check. Anyway, here’s an excerpt of our conversation,
officer: I want to see your air ticket.
me: (I was relaying message to the officer since I’m nearest to the window) he don’t have his air ticket with him.
officer: I need to see his air ticket.
me: he bought an E-ticket, so he don’t have it with him
officer: Where is the air ticket? I want the air ticket.
me: It’s an E-ticket, it’s in the laptop in the hotel, he didn’t print it out.
officer: I know it’s and E-ticket, where is the air ticket?
me: We don’t have it here. It’s an E-ticket, you know, Electronic ticket.
officer: Yes ok, where is the air ticket? (I kind of think… he thinks I pronounce E-ticket as Air ticket… )
me: We really don’t have it here. why not we go online and show you the ticket through the email now. we can do it via mobile phone now.
officer: that’s a phone…
my friend: it can connect to the internet… i can show you.
officer: no, i want to see the air ticket
(This conversation was REPEATED for the next 20 minutes. The cars behind us were honking impatiently. I started to think he behaved like Miss Swan)
officer: (finally found the conversation stale…) I am going to ask my officer.
(Once he got out of his little cubicle, a very unhappy looking driver from the car behind got down and confronted him. Asking (loud enough for us to hear) him why is he waiting so long. Without even talking to his so-called “officer”, he came back in and stamped the passports)
And we’re off in the next minute. Had a good laugh. It’s truly the highlight of the day. Kinda remind me of this clip from “Dude, where’s my car?”
Remember your EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ticket next time. Why the hell do they even bother doing an E-ticket if you have to print it out. Isn’t it why it’s called the Electronic ticket?