..:. Cracking My Vainpot .:..

"What's wrong with this one?" I asked.

Nothing apparently. I picked it up, found no crack and showed her.

"It's perfectly fine. Want it back? Come on, it's a good egg."

After investigating for a few seconds, mother goose stood up, rolled the egg back into her nest and sat on it happily.

Silly bird.

Never had I questioned, whether that was actually a goose egg or not. Africa now amuses himself with an image of a rather confused young peachick...

After 11 years of waiting, we finally get to see STEPS in concert together and relive our glory days :)

Hahaha. Can you imagine standing in the top level upper circle? Dancing? All night long?

Very extraordinary.

Deeper shade of blue

Tonight nothing matter, come and feel the groove

One for Sorrow

The good old G-A-Y crew

Better the devil you know

Too late, but...

Note to self : Never work for a psychopathic egomaniac

You scratch their back, and they'll scratch your eyes out.

I don't remember their names.

I can't recall what they look like.

Sometimes, I don't even care if it's hurting them.

Well why do I bother then?

Blame it on my biology, perhaps.

It's not that I don't want anything more meaningful. There's just no market for it...

How can I demand something that has no supply?

Wish there're hearts on tap.

Someone said that after the age of 30, we are responsible for how we look.

Like, your mum can give you a perfectly good nose, only for you to fuck it up snorting coke.

I get that. It's about things we eat, how we treat our body, or cultivate sense of self.

Before that, we're more or less puppets of our genes.

But what about...

What about how we look on the internet?

Needless to say, we're ALL responsible regardless of age, esp when you're in a certain profession.

So when I stumbled across this model photoshoot of a friend posing nude, I was pretty stunted.

Tasteful? Kind of, more yes than no.

Artistic? Perhaps on the digital scale.

Does he look great? As always!

But there were also macros of his bits, pointing in all directions.

Those pictures are on one of the most exclusive members-only modeling websites, and they're changed the name & personal details.

But still, I hate to say this, a national scandal is brewing and I don't know how to bring it up to him.

Afterall, I'm not supposed to know... like that's possible in this internet age!

[Cerne Abbas Giant @ Dorset, England]

Whenever people learn how much more involved shooting film is compared to using camera-phone, they'd say how it's not worth the effort.

The slow pace, the long wait, the trial-and-error hit-and-miss, the cost, etc.

These are all real.

But so are the occasions when you do get it right.

The suspense. The surprises.

It'd just hit you like no other.

[We will rise again]

Diana F+ on Kodak 400TX 120

My brain is fried.

Just watched a Kansas City production of John Adams' 1987 opera "Nixon in China" at the Kauffman Center.

Bizarre.

Don't quite know what to make of it... politely.

I could never imagine:

1) a singing Chinaman Mao

2) his cold-blooded serial-killer wife caressing him on stage (that's just wrong!)

3) the soprano screaming Motherfuckers (?!)

4) lyrics like "Premier, please where is the toilet?" (hilarious!!)

One thing they got right though... the 痰罐!

Something was wrong.

In fact, everyone around us seemed to have noticed.

As our elevator door opened to the upper circle, that creepy little creature of an operator turned to us and said "Are you gonna make it?"

Looking like the evil queen from Snow White, our prophet of the night was 10 steps ahead of us.

Sure enough, just when I got our burgers and beer, La Mer collapsed onto the food stand. Her eyes started to roll back, her eyelids began to flutter and in no time, she was in a seizure.

[[ Can't believe this is happening "to me" again! Perhaps it's payback for NOT becoming a medic. ]]

I didn't know what to do! Vaguely remembering that the paramedics on TV always ALWAYS stop their patient's from loosing consciousness, I tried my best. Talking, screaming, shaking, tapping, whilst proping up her limp body.

By the time the EMT people arrived, she was ok again, if not dehydrated.

Even a bad break up is not an excuse to drink all day and eat nothing. She said she's clean, but who knows?

Either way, I'm done with taking care of people who don't take care of themselves.

Sorry Radiohead.

Before the concert I wanted a poster. Now I just want to FML.

Was it not a bogus pseudoscience, my horoscope would go like this:

"Don't plan anything Today. It will be a day of free concert tickets. In the morning, some fancy-hair prodigy violinist you've never heard of will make you forget to breathe. Half of all the lesbians you know will then ask you to go to see Radiohead with them because their girlfriends' gonna bail last minute. The concert would be awesome, but you'll want to FML afterwards."

Ray Chen's performance at the Kauffman Center was brilliant!

Thank you Lomography! It's been an unforgettable analog year. I didn't know shooting film is such a GREAT RIDE! Looking forward to many more Lo-Fi crazy pictures :)

Who would have thought, Vienna Boys Choir in Kansas!!

A bit bizarre to see them performing at a high school in a small town of less than 12,000 residence.

Apparently, their concert contract is very strict about how the kids get into the arena. Their snack requirement includes:

1 Gallon of orange juice

1 Gallon of chocolate milk

1 Gallon of milk

Fruit platter

Oreos (from a package, no homemade cookies allowed)

For $25USD, my ears went to heaven that day :)

Hiw long does it take to swim 500yards of freestyle? 36 years!