I think life should be about touching the lives of people around us. Making a difference. Accepting people for who they are, going out of our way to help others, and loving with all that we’ve got. Sometimes all it takes is one simple gesture, and we can put a smile on someone’s face and make them feel less alone. That is what we should live for, because when we’re gone from this world, we can’t take anything with us. All that’s left are the people whose lives you touched, and the difference you’ve made while you were here. So make this life count, because you don’t get a second chance.

(via runawaytrain)

I just found this quote and I simply had to share it with you. :)

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
— Neil Gaiman

♥

allure for the eyes

*photos do not belong to me, and all rights reserved to the respective owners.

give me some privacy

 So here are some photos from photoshoot back then when I didn't yet have Ever and I took these with my first point and shoot camera. 

    I'd got one of these torches which you had to work it with your hand to make it light up because it did not require any batteries. I liked the colour its light made, so just before a shower one night, inspiration flashed and before I even realised it, I was unlocking the bathroom door and making my way out to get my camera and a tripod.

  But really, the thing about this is, what is privacy? In fact, do we really need privacy? If we do, why then? Is it bad for everyone to really know you? Really know you. As in every little thing, every tiny bit that makes you up.

But we'll never know that. We couldn't. 

  And for balance, sometimes, we need to close our doors. Spend time with ourself. 

Just ourself.

*photos all belong to me :)

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.