a morning at foh sang

7am, i woke up and had the idea to walk to foh sang, about ten minutes far, to buy breakfast and shoot. the last time i went was without a cam, and the sunlight was so nice, and also, alot of old people in that area, having breakfast, buying groceries, getting a newspaper, talking to friends happily. i love old people. and children. maybe its because they dont seem to care what other people think of them. in the old people's case, cos they have lived for so long, and seen so much, so whats there to be afraid of? and children, they're also fearless of the world. unlike me, still so fearful, still so self-concious, still so unatural, still so in-organic in so many ways.

shooting on the streets is not as easy as it seems. especially wandering alone with a big dslr and looking kinda lost in a place where everyone seems to have a purpose: either breakfast, groceries or newspaper. i kept thinking of the ricoh grd3 and when will i get it and so i can shoot like HCB. (verbalising dreams is a good excercise to materialise them) :)


i found this nicely lit spot, with a magazine stall and only the stall keeper was in that area. i decided to stand and wait for people to pass by. not a single person walked pass for quite sometime and i walked off. then when i came back three aunties were walking ahead of me. i kinda chased after them. when i was ahead of them, i just held up my cam, quite indelicately, and took a shot.the aunty on the furthest left frowned and asked "ah moi, what for you shoot?" (in hakka) and i couldnt think of any hakka sentence and just smiled. her friend answered "its for the newspaper". the model in the poster makes it 4 aunties in the photo. hehe...

then, in the afternoon, had lunch with my friends wansim, siew mei, cheong heng, di yang and terrence at damai. i saw the mood and felt for her. the waitress. blurred but in the spot light. ignored most of the time but ever ready to serve with a smile. i guess, that's what waiters are paid for, to wait.