white space, white noise

Over a Game or Two
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These were from two weeks ago, which was also the last time I was actually outside home for any kind of social activity. Like the previous two gatherings, we were still talking about the same things - army, army, army. But you get a feeling different from talking to your colleagues, or the people you get to see every single day. Somehow the simple fact that they were the only people with you through the toughest part of NS - breathing the same dust, eating the same rations, sharing the same bashas, under the same pressure, mocking the same commanders behind their backs - and more importantly the fact that they actually cared and empathised, draws the line defining the difference, which is ultimately, contrary to the allusions to greater duty some would have us believe, what makes the BMT experience memorable. Perhaps our friendships exist for reminisence's sake, but they exist in sincerity nonetheless, free of suspicion and inhibition. If I were to think of what good has come from my 15-months-and-counting term of service, this has to be a little part of it.

From The Backseat, Part 2
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Apart from the mundane unpleasant things I am repeatedly forced to accomplish daily and complaining about it, finally getting off my ass to process and post month-old photos, anticipating Command & Conquer 3's release, and being hooked onto Sufjan Stevens' music, I've been thinking about a technical overhaul for this site - upgrading to MovableType 3.3 and Gallery 2 - as well as moving the general content of the blog away from that of the first-person emotional nature because there's a feeling that such stuff belongs better at say, LiveJournal. But I'll see about that, I really don't know myself as well as I ought to.

I realise that I'm less of a photographer than a photo-editor, not that I've ever claimed to be the former but what I mean is that although I do plan my shots, it's at best primitive and basic. It seems most of my effort is spent in post-processing and editing, sometimes I find that I'm almost trying to salvage bad shots in hopes and ways that they'll end up looking good. I don't even care about pretty colours or grand perspectives, I feel at its heart a photograph represents a captured experience, and life doesn't always present us with great experiences but we just make the best of what we have, in this way it also represents an artist's motives.