Monday, February 21, 2011

CNY in the UK

  Fifteen days, Chinese New Year has came and past. It was far too short, not that I could really notice it this time.

  I suspect that I had never really thought about it. Sure, people had asked me how I would celebrate my Chinese New Year, but it just never went in. I've got a story for this, however, proving that change does not necessarily mean worse. I had a fantastic Chinese New Year's eve, but this post isn't about that, and I will move on.

  However, I miss the decorations. I miss the atmosphere. I miss seeing my relatives. I also miss having a weeks holidays -not that we had even a single day's holiday here. 
  So this is where I went. It wasn't the best, or even much exciting, but I got some photos. That should count. 

They stamped a 'foo' character on our hands after we showed our tickets before we went in. The weird thing is, my mum observed from some of the photos I had uploaded, that it was black in colour. Not the most auspicious colour to the chinese.

There was a huge crowd, and performances on the stage in front. We saw many children sitting on their father's backs, which I had never done before when I was small enough to do so and it made me wish that I had had a chance to feel the feeling of half balancing in the air, almost afraid, but also knowing that your dad wouldn't let you fall. 

Overpriced merchandise.

One of the performances. 

The mask changing man. He could change the mask he had on in a blink of an eye. 

Right after this performance, one friend of mine told us, 'See, I can make Amy change faces too!' and he swiped his hand in front of my other friend, Amy's, face. Which startled her. And made her expression change from one of indifference to disconcert.
We laughed.

The little superhero.

spotting children

I'm starting to think that I have a thing for photographing children. I see these little kids while I'm outside and just have the strange urge to call Ever and snap. I think it's probably because of how natural young children are. Anyone older have usually more awkwardness, they are more conscious of how the photograph will turn out and maybe sometimes, nervous about having someone point a black metal box at them. 

These children hardly even know that they are being photographed. And that's what I like.

(I do, however, see if their parents seem to mind their kids being photographed. I wouldn't do it if their parents were strongly against it, as this is just something I enjoy doing and it is never in my intention to harm anyone else.)


out in the city


Saturday, February 12, 2011

Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)                                                                                              
 by Sylvia Plath

*photo does not belong to me