The last 30 hours have been filled with some very thought-provoking conversations.
Valerie said, "I like painting within the lines that I can't draw."
Immediately images of colour spreading beyond the boundaries of lines came to my mind. And after chatting a little with her just now, I realised that what she said really resonated with me because lines are a physical boundary, a two-dimensional form of artistic expression which often transcends dimension.
It brings to mind the Incarnation of God, in which God Almighty expressed Himself in the body of a man.
How do you change those who lead double lives? Brian McLaren said it right when he said some of us are 'amphibious' Christians.
But it's just as well you don't write that essay if you don't feel ready. The way will be shown and the sentences and ideas will come in due time.
You will make a good researcher!
Yen gave me a children's Ecology book. True enough, the content probably won't get me very far in my exams, but I'm sure there's lots to learn in there. The book reminds me of the stuff I used to read when I was much younger.
This morning's Scripture reading was taken from Luke 9:23,
If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.
It was the verse that welcomed me into PKV; until today whenever I read it, I am reminded of the high calling we all receive, and how often we fall short!
But this morning another thought suggested itself: what if I don't want this life?
Di mana kaki (bumi lah! - thanks Alicia) dipijak, di situ langit dijunjung.
On the way home, I realised it was never recorded that Zacchaeus stopped becoming a tax collector. Jesus rarely asks us to leave our present jobs; He only asks that revolutionise the way we do things wherever we are!
This song is kinda stuck in my head...
I've been beaten down, I've been kicked around,
But she takes it all for me.
And I lost my faith, in my darkest days,
But she makes me want to believe.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.
She's all I need.
Well I had my ways, they were all in vain,
And she waited patiently.
It was all the same, all my pride and shame,
And she put me on my feet.
They call her love, love, love, love, love.
She is love, and she is all I need.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Ervinna's Two Days
We called it Ervinna's Sunday. And then when we spent quite a bit of time the next day, it became Ervinna's Monday too. Kinda amazing what a trip across the South China Sea, just to return a convocation robe and collect transcripts and certificates, can do.
But more than just a random meet-up with some wildness thrown in along the way, I really think God had a hand in the time we spent together. Perhaps it was that we would be encouraged; perhaps it was that we would be strengthened for the challenges ahead by being reminded of the grace and mercy that have brought us here.
So Ervinna graduated this year.
Endless cups of tea with good company... and one of the craziest ways in which tea flavour can be chosen!
He made us in His image, and shapes us in His hand as a potter shapes the clay.
He who has begun a good work in you will complete it to the day of Jesus Christ.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
We saw it in the frames of the pondok under construction outside Rachael's primary school, S.K. Taman Cuepacs.
And so are we under construction, flowers yet to bloom and a crop yet to ripen for the harvest. So we press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God calls us heavenwards in Christ.
Triple providence: YS Photo, The Teapot Café and then Yippie Cup.
Indeed He will supply all our needs.
And so, dear Ervinna, as you continue your journey even into the unknown and the uncertain, know that God indeed goes with you and goes ahead of you, preparing even the paths you have yet to set foot on.
May you give your 'utmost for His highest'!
But more than just a random meet-up with some wildness thrown in along the way, I really think God had a hand in the time we spent together. Perhaps it was that we would be encouraged; perhaps it was that we would be strengthened for the challenges ahead by being reminded of the grace and mercy that have brought us here.
So Ervinna graduated this year.
Endless cups of tea with good company... and one of the craziest ways in which tea flavour can be chosen!
He made us in His image, and shapes us in His hand as a potter shapes the clay.
He who has begun a good work in you will complete it to the day of Jesus Christ.
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died
My richest gain I count but loss
And pour contempt on all my pride
We saw it in the frames of the pondok under construction outside Rachael's primary school, S.K. Taman Cuepacs.
And so are we under construction, flowers yet to bloom and a crop yet to ripen for the harvest. So we press on towards the goal to win the prize for which God calls us heavenwards in Christ.
Triple providence: YS Photo, The Teapot Café and then Yippie Cup.
Indeed He will supply all our needs.
And so, dear Ervinna, as you continue your journey even into the unknown and the uncertain, know that God indeed goes with you and goes ahead of you, preparing even the paths you have yet to set foot on.
May you give your 'utmost for His highest'!
August Highlights
It has been an eventful August, ending with a bigger bang that when it began. I won't say very much; the memories are vividly imprinted in my mind, and that is enough.
* * * * *
Dr Elisabet Sahtouris.
The surprise call from Dr Zeeda, incidentally on my birthday, really made my day (and the weekend).
Naufal, Zulfadli, Amir and Rydza. The truth about biologists.
David.
The red guitar.
Morning at BLC.
Lunch with Moh Foong and Ee Chia at Lucky Garden.
Kaki Blue at KLPac.
Dinner at Dome.
Preservation Hall Jazz Band at the DFP.
Days don't get much livelier than this.
Ai Wei.
Kaun.
The future Professor Ruzaini Fikri.
When the atomic bomb hit Hiroshima. Hands frozen forever.
(The exhibition on the atomic bomb is still on at the Museum of Asian Art, University of Malaya, till sometime in October I think.)
Yen.
(Kaun and I very much enjoyed the moment!)
Denise.
Nearly four hours over noodles and Chinese tea. ;-)
Interviewed by four TESL students from Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM).
Fun in the seaweed class.
Sunstar in Section 17.
Day market in SS2. I liked the lighting.
Phycological Phun; saw this in Prof Phang's lab.
Go ahead, click on the picture for a bigger view and follow the instructions!
The PKVians celebrated Eun Chong's birthday at Upekka.
Eun Chong and Poay Ling... with Kaun in the background.
(The giant pink gym ball was Shannon's idea.)
Umbrellas and a 'mushroom'.
This is what happens on a drizzly evening when the National Monument (Tugu Negara) is closed.
Chess.
But I daresay days 1-30 of August did not at all predict what would happen on 31 August 2009.
Coming soon!
* * * * *
All pictures by Benjamin Ong, except the PKV group photo by the Aunty at Upekka.
* * * * *
Dr Elisabet Sahtouris.
The surprise call from Dr Zeeda, incidentally on my birthday, really made my day (and the weekend).
Naufal, Zulfadli, Amir and Rydza. The truth about biologists.
David.
The red guitar.
Morning at BLC.
Lunch with Moh Foong and Ee Chia at Lucky Garden.
Kaki Blue at KLPac.
Dinner at Dome.
Preservation Hall Jazz Band at the DFP.
Days don't get much livelier than this.
Ai Wei.
Kaun.
The future Professor Ruzaini Fikri.
When the atomic bomb hit Hiroshima. Hands frozen forever.
(The exhibition on the atomic bomb is still on at the Museum of Asian Art, University of Malaya, till sometime in October I think.)
Yen.
(Kaun and I very much enjoyed the moment!)
Denise.
Nearly four hours over noodles and Chinese tea. ;-)
Interviewed by four TESL students from Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM).
Fun in the seaweed class.
Sunstar in Section 17.
Day market in SS2. I liked the lighting.
Phycological Phun; saw this in Prof Phang's lab.
Go ahead, click on the picture for a bigger view and follow the instructions!
The PKVians celebrated Eun Chong's birthday at Upekka.
Eun Chong and Poay Ling... with Kaun in the background.
(The giant pink gym ball was Shannon's idea.)
Umbrellas and a 'mushroom'.
This is what happens on a drizzly evening when the National Monument (Tugu Negara) is closed.
Chess.
But I daresay days 1-30 of August did not at all predict what would happen on 31 August 2009.
Coming soon!
* * * * *
All pictures by Benjamin Ong, except the PKV group photo by the Aunty at Upekka.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
PKV sings 'Who Am I?'
In 2003, a fledgling band called Casting Crowns released a song called 'Who Am I?'
In 2008, a few fledgling Christian undergraduates in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, performed that song at a Christian Fellowship meeting.
At that time I recorded it at a low-definition setting on my camera, just for fun. But now, some 17 months later, looking back at the video really makes me think a lot about how time changes us.
* * * * *
Who Am I?
Sung by members of Persaudaraan Kristian Varsiti UM
Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
* * * * *
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
Here's to the PKV seniors who have graduated over the years, those of you who were 'here today and gone tomorrow' in the short span of time we spend in a place called university.
Your effort and ministry were not in vain. Praise God.
In 2008, a few fledgling Christian undergraduates in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, performed that song at a Christian Fellowship meeting.
At that time I recorded it at a low-definition setting on my camera, just for fun. But now, some 17 months later, looking back at the video really makes me think a lot about how time changes us.
* * * * *
Who Am I?
Sung by members of Persaudaraan Kristian Varsiti UM
Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
* * * * *
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
Here's to the PKV seniors who have graduated over the years, those of you who were 'here today and gone tomorrow' in the short span of time we spend in a place called university.
Your effort and ministry were not in vain. Praise God.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Convo Dinner, Lifesaver
I cannot remember how long ago it was since I had this much fun with the PKVians, but this year's Convo Celebration reminded me that I was once a very enthusiastic and energetic junior. It was nice to step into those shoes once again.
Throughout Convo, I realise I ate very little, yet I found incredible strength for the week (or for the weak, heheheh). It was as if over those few days I drew my strength from a source outside of food; almost as if I was fuelled almost entirely by the spirit of fun and celebration.
And then came the PKV Convo Dinner. Last year Kaun and I brought LEGO Duplo blocks. This year, George went for those pelita lights.
What did I bring? I brought the kerosene.
And as I thought about it, I recalled the song 'Kerosene' by Fallen Leaves, James Tan's band:
Now once again it's time to decide
Who I need by my side
Kerosene
Take care of me
Kerosene
Don't leave me be
I think the song is about God's light illuminating our way.
But I wasn't prepared for what happened after Convo Dinner. What started out as an attempt to photograph the tent George set up, morphed into a full-fledged photo shoot involving a fire, 'monk' robes, reflections in glass, light painting (perhaps an interpretation of this year's PKV theme!), and wanna-be heroes.
And for the first time in a very long while, I caught a glimpse of the Benjamin who'd gone missing, the Ben who may never come back.
This post is for George, Shannon, Hyma, Ruth, Chian Ming and Divya.
In 1975, Elton John wrote a song called 'Someone Saved My Life Tonight' with Bernie Taupin. It was released on the album Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.
Listening to it the other night, it occurred to me that, in some ways I have yet to fully understand, my life was indeed saved that night. And so I have Captain Fantastic to thank for the song, and I have Captain Awesome and gang to thank for saving my life.
These are some of the most meaningful photos I have taken in a long while, at least to me, and I would like to share them with you. I will let them speak for themselves, narrated only by Bernie Taupin's lyrics.
* * * * *
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
with pictures by Benjamin Ong
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realised the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
Throughout Convo, I realise I ate very little, yet I found incredible strength for the week (or for the weak, heheheh). It was as if over those few days I drew my strength from a source outside of food; almost as if I was fuelled almost entirely by the spirit of fun and celebration.
And then came the PKV Convo Dinner. Last year Kaun and I brought LEGO Duplo blocks. This year, George went for those pelita lights.
What did I bring? I brought the kerosene.
And as I thought about it, I recalled the song 'Kerosene' by Fallen Leaves, James Tan's band:
Now once again it's time to decide
Who I need by my side
Kerosene
Take care of me
Kerosene
Don't leave me be
I think the song is about God's light illuminating our way.
But I wasn't prepared for what happened after Convo Dinner. What started out as an attempt to photograph the tent George set up, morphed into a full-fledged photo shoot involving a fire, 'monk' robes, reflections in glass, light painting (perhaps an interpretation of this year's PKV theme!), and wanna-be heroes.
And for the first time in a very long while, I caught a glimpse of the Benjamin who'd gone missing, the Ben who may never come back.
This post is for George, Shannon, Hyma, Ruth, Chian Ming and Divya.
In 1975, Elton John wrote a song called 'Someone Saved My Life Tonight' with Bernie Taupin. It was released on the album Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy.
Listening to it the other night, it occurred to me that, in some ways I have yet to fully understand, my life was indeed saved that night. And so I have Captain Fantastic to thank for the song, and I have Captain Awesome and gang to thank for saving my life.
These are some of the most meaningful photos I have taken in a long while, at least to me, and I would like to share them with you. I will let them speak for themselves, narrated only by Bernie Taupin's lyrics.
* * * * *
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
with pictures by Benjamin Ong
When I think of those East End lights, muggy nights
The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs
Prima Donna lord you really should have been there
Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you anymore
We've all gone crazy lately
My friends out there rolling round the basement floor
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye
I never realised the passing hours of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning
Damn it listen to me good
I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank God my music's still alive
And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river
Clinging to your stocks and bonds
Paying your H.P. demands forever
They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight
Someone saved my life tonight
So save your strength and run the field you play alone
Monday, August 17, 2009
Wind of Change
Chemical dyes or watercolours?
Water pots or formalin beakers?
Forceps or brush?
Blade or scalpel?
Data sheets or art block?
Easel or dissection tray?
Laboratory or studio?
Sex or science?
Science or art?
ART!
Fantastic and Awesome
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What do Captain Fantastic and Captain Awesome have in common?
UM Convocation 2009.
Find out soon.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
d'NA: Kuala Pilah and Sri Menanti
On 14 and 15 June a few d'NAers took to the sleepy town of Kuala Pilah for a bit of a retreat.
It was fun returning to Seremban (the interchange point between KL and Kuala Pilah) as it was where we all started out in December 2003. Terminal One is still there, and so are the bus station and KTM station. We had no idea the KTM station was so near the Terminal One bus station; there is now an underpass connecting the two.
In many ways the retreat was much more like our early d'NA reunions, rather than the d'NA trips of late. Less adventure and more quiet moments. And, and Alissa puts it, long walks to nowhere. Like along the paddy fields of Alor Star in late 2005, and by the coast of Malacca in early 2006.
Having checked into Desa Inn (great place to stay if you're in Kuala Pilah), we popped over to the Hai Nam restaurant for lunch. My chicken chop was unlike anything I'd ever tasted; the chop itself is wrapped in an egg batter, somewhere in between nasi pattaya and wat tan hor.
* * * * *
On the afternoon of day one, we paid a visit to the old royal state capital of Sri Menanti. More information here.
I shot black-and-white there, trying out Ilford's HP5 Plus film. It was a tremendous success, and I fell in love with the film the moment I saw the negative on the light table; the tonal range is quite impressive!
Here's an idea: when shooting in uninspiring light (especially in the afternoon), shoot in black-and-white. It does well for old stuff and that 'classic' look, and I thought it would capture the spirit of the Sri Menanti palace well.
We found a bat under the awning of the first floor.
Looking at the garden, out the balcony on the third floor.
Yen at the balcony door. We played around with tones on the computer.
(I think Ilford films generally have a bluish cast; the original is the rightmost picture.)
Royal bed. We went through some gymnastics to remove the 'do not sit' sign for this picture.
An ancient photocopy machine beneath the building adjoining the main palace.
Alissa and the jackfruit tree. I've never seen the fruit touch the ground.
A view of the Minangkabau-style palace from the garden.
David. Joan. Alissa. Yen. Teeming. My take on the Abbey Road concept.
The little island in the park outside the palace grounds. The 'Christmas' lights dangle from the tree as though they were the branches of a willow.
Even the bus stop is Minangkabau-inspired.
We saw sheep along the way.
Back in Kuala Pilah, we had dinner at the pasar malam before taking a walk around town. Apart from the pasar malam, the rest of the town was practically dead.
* * * * *
Kuala Pilah is a very colourful (and clean) town. So I decided to use Fuji's Velvia 50, widely considered the most saturated slide film. It was my first attempt at Velvia 50, though I'd shot Velvia 100F last year in Penang.
I was out just after sunrise and returned to Desa Inn just as the others were waking. Wanted the morning light and didn't want my photography to interrupt the group's morning activities.
It's still Parti Keadilan Nasional here, it seems; officially it is now Parti Keadilan Rakyat. And colour-wise there is a stunning resemblance to a certain other party.
White window on blue wall.
White wall. Seriously, when was the last time you saw a clean white wall in Kuala Lumpur?
Lots of swifts in town.
They actually heed such signboards in Kuala Pilah. Just look at the street!
Blue window on pink-ish wall.
1927. The year my late kung kung was born.
Bike with umbrella. One of the back alleys in Kuala Pilah.
Do not urinate.
Even the UMNO building in town is Minangkabau-inspired.
Three generations of British Petroleum logos, from the early BP (background), to the BP of the recent past (foreground), and the present-day BHP.
Stained glass windows... in the bathrooms at Desa Inn!
We had lunch on day two at a coffee shop on the outskirts of the main town area. Can't remember what it was called, but it had the word 'Garden' somewhere in its name. We found this 'suicide duck' there.
Group photo, taken opposite the main entrance of Desa Inn.
One of the many jump shots that kept us busy for 45 minutes after we checked out. After a photo-free morning, we went berserk in our final moments at Kuala Pilah.
I like how Yen captions the jumps here, from left: long jump, straight As jump, kung fu kick, diving jump, flying fox. Teeming couldn't jump due to her leg injury.
* * * * *
When Melody saw the photos from the trip, she said my pictures tend to evoke certain emotions, or that there is some emotion to my pictures; something to that effect.
I can't recall, but I think she said that while looking at that picture of the bicycle with the colourful umbrella.
All in all, it was a good trip. The sharing and prayer session we had at night really brought us back to those old d'NA reu days. It was a time of taking stock of what had been going on in our lives, and looking ahead at some of the things we saw lying before us.
And I don't suppose there was a better place to do all of that than in a small town where, for all the development going on in the regions surrounding it, time seems to have stood still.
It was fun returning to Seremban (the interchange point between KL and Kuala Pilah) as it was where we all started out in December 2003. Terminal One is still there, and so are the bus station and KTM station. We had no idea the KTM station was so near the Terminal One bus station; there is now an underpass connecting the two.
In many ways the retreat was much more like our early d'NA reunions, rather than the d'NA trips of late. Less adventure and more quiet moments. And, and Alissa puts it, long walks to nowhere. Like along the paddy fields of Alor Star in late 2005, and by the coast of Malacca in early 2006.
Having checked into Desa Inn (great place to stay if you're in Kuala Pilah), we popped over to the Hai Nam restaurant for lunch. My chicken chop was unlike anything I'd ever tasted; the chop itself is wrapped in an egg batter, somewhere in between nasi pattaya and wat tan hor.
* * * * *
On the afternoon of day one, we paid a visit to the old royal state capital of Sri Menanti. More information here.
I shot black-and-white there, trying out Ilford's HP5 Plus film. It was a tremendous success, and I fell in love with the film the moment I saw the negative on the light table; the tonal range is quite impressive!
Here's an idea: when shooting in uninspiring light (especially in the afternoon), shoot in black-and-white. It does well for old stuff and that 'classic' look, and I thought it would capture the spirit of the Sri Menanti palace well.
We found a bat under the awning of the first floor.
Looking at the garden, out the balcony on the third floor.
Yen at the balcony door. We played around with tones on the computer.
(I think Ilford films generally have a bluish cast; the original is the rightmost picture.)
Royal bed. We went through some gymnastics to remove the 'do not sit' sign for this picture.
An ancient photocopy machine beneath the building adjoining the main palace.
Alissa and the jackfruit tree. I've never seen the fruit touch the ground.
A view of the Minangkabau-style palace from the garden.
David. Joan. Alissa. Yen. Teeming. My take on the Abbey Road concept.
The little island in the park outside the palace grounds. The 'Christmas' lights dangle from the tree as though they were the branches of a willow.
Even the bus stop is Minangkabau-inspired.
We saw sheep along the way.
Back in Kuala Pilah, we had dinner at the pasar malam before taking a walk around town. Apart from the pasar malam, the rest of the town was practically dead.
* * * * *
Kuala Pilah is a very colourful (and clean) town. So I decided to use Fuji's Velvia 50, widely considered the most saturated slide film. It was my first attempt at Velvia 50, though I'd shot Velvia 100F last year in Penang.
I was out just after sunrise and returned to Desa Inn just as the others were waking. Wanted the morning light and didn't want my photography to interrupt the group's morning activities.
It's still Parti Keadilan Nasional here, it seems; officially it is now Parti Keadilan Rakyat. And colour-wise there is a stunning resemblance to a certain other party.
White window on blue wall.
White wall. Seriously, when was the last time you saw a clean white wall in Kuala Lumpur?
Lots of swifts in town.
They actually heed such signboards in Kuala Pilah. Just look at the street!
Blue window on pink-ish wall.
1927. The year my late kung kung was born.
Bike with umbrella. One of the back alleys in Kuala Pilah.
Do not urinate.
Even the UMNO building in town is Minangkabau-inspired.
Three generations of British Petroleum logos, from the early BP (background), to the BP of the recent past (foreground), and the present-day BHP.
Stained glass windows... in the bathrooms at Desa Inn!
We had lunch on day two at a coffee shop on the outskirts of the main town area. Can't remember what it was called, but it had the word 'Garden' somewhere in its name. We found this 'suicide duck' there.
Group photo, taken opposite the main entrance of Desa Inn.
One of the many jump shots that kept us busy for 45 minutes after we checked out. After a photo-free morning, we went berserk in our final moments at Kuala Pilah.
I like how Yen captions the jumps here, from left: long jump, straight As jump, kung fu kick, diving jump, flying fox. Teeming couldn't jump due to her leg injury.
* * * * *
When Melody saw the photos from the trip, she said my pictures tend to evoke certain emotions, or that there is some emotion to my pictures; something to that effect.
I can't recall, but I think she said that while looking at that picture of the bicycle with the colourful umbrella.
All in all, it was a good trip. The sharing and prayer session we had at night really brought us back to those old d'NA reu days. It was a time of taking stock of what had been going on in our lives, and looking ahead at some of the things we saw lying before us.
And I don't suppose there was a better place to do all of that than in a small town where, for all the development going on in the regions surrounding it, time seems to have stood still.
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