white space, white noise

When I woke up this morning, a thought occured to me that everyday could and should be Christmas, because I believe in a living God, and that meant that the greatest miracle wasn't to be remembered just one day in a year. Yet ironic isn't it, that I haven't been to church once in this year, but do have a happy blessed Christmas anyhow, and let's just treat these 15 pictures as my little present to all.

A Pictorial Travelogue, Part 1
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Why do I deliberately "mess up" the colours in my photos with that overabundance of what may seem to some a disgusting green? Well I guess it's to explicitly remind the viewer that whatever the camera had captured, it was done under the photographer's discretion, disposition, decision, and direction; it makes things that little bit more personal, saying this isn't just some image, that I was there and this is how I want to remember my experience; also, I think it just looks better.

It's interesting how we as humans have this affixed wonderment towards time and its passage, like how I had the immediate tendency to describe time as having flown in starting off this entry. Disregarding my general lack of creativity in sentence structure and yearning towards the end of another year in service, perhaps it's because time is the only thing that seems to pass constant, providing a benchmark and thus perspective for the everchanging around us - or perhaps it's just the fear of death; that time, in certain schools of thought, has to end for one. They say that "change is constant", but I find it more true to say that the state of change is constant because change can be measured in magnitudes with time as the constant. Describing life and the happenings therein, quickly enough two weeks have already passed since I've returned from the very short trip to Hong Kong, and things are once again back to normal. Well not quite normal since we've just experienced about three straight days of torrential downpour, and I've just been introduced (though not quite mutually, and that's my fault) to the existence of a very interesting Christian artist group and its collective psyche. Indeed, with change, normality is another thing we like to measure and that I like to talk about, but it has come to me that in reality there is no "normal", wouldn't you think being just average is an incredibly boring way to live life? It seems we just want to pass time with as little change as possible, with this mean being normality. Like most other times I can no longer follow or complete my own train of thought, or maybe am just running out of time before the journey back to my soul's torture that is camp passes a point called late, so I would just have to leave it right here.

Foreign
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Sameness
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Just a backlog of stuff from my sketchbook documenting life: familiar things turning foreign and each day exuding a painful sameness, vice versa.
Few words left to say these days, well there are actually more than just a few, as some may have spotted above, but I think I'll leave them for myself to ponder upon.

Flying off to Hong Kong later this evening for a short vacation, feels good to be going someplace faraway, different yet similar at the same time; to return to the place where I spent a good few years of my childhood. Yet there's an apprehension that exists as it dawns upon me that I'm actually visiting the bastion of capitalism, a mess of concrete and steel, a giant unidentifiable clash of contrasts. Not sure what I can do there, stay-in life doesn't accomodate for much research, but I guess these revelations make for a good starting point.