Sunday, October 19, 2008  1:07 AM
Every memory of looking out the back door
"Consider it pure joy," the words jumped out at me that night as I was reading in bed, a nightly ritual under my canopy. That night, I let go again. This process of letting go repeats itself time and time again, like an old cassette only tuned to that one song, but the difference is, I'm getting stronger each time.
Days are happier, not because of anything material or earthly, that I know for sure. It's a constant reminder of placing my heart in the right place and to cease doubting, and choosing to participate in activities that make more meaningful days. I danced while supermarket shopping at midnight, mentally calculating price discounts in my head vs quantity - which taught me that all you really need in life is simple math - I take long walks with my iPod, I visit Bench 1b and I've made it my goal by year end to learn and memorise Pachelbel's Canon in D on the piano. Good luck to my neighbours in the meantime.
And photographic imprints of what I've captured over the last few months while travelling, just some of my favourites.
 Venice Beach, Los Angeles: Colour, vibrancy, quirkiness, no one's weird here because acceptance takes on a whole new meaning.
 Venice Beach, Los Angeles: I think I wanted to capture the sky. The sky is Los Angeles is like nowhere else in the world.
 Venice Beach, Los Angeles: The girl reflected me. She was snapping away, at everything and everyone.
 Manhattan Beach, Los Angeles: Where we ran around in circles and dipped our toes in the sand and sea.
 Somewhere on a cliff in Los Angeles: The most beautiful sunset, ever. The photo doesn't even come close to doing justice.
 Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco: He took one minute to capture the essence of me - and drew my shopping bags with high priority.
 Sausalito, San Francisco: My dream, far-fetched but a dream nonetheless, to own one of these floating houses in quaint Sausalito.
 Sai Kung, Hong Kong: Third time to Sai Kung, but the first time I notice the lone old man with his livelihood.  Choi Hung, Hong Kong: Funny, even their flats are rainbow-coloured. Made me wonder whether the flats in Redhill are red.  Monash University campus, Melbourne: If I were God, I would not have to spend hours figuring myself out on faceyourmanga.com  Clayton, Melbourne: I miss those mission trip days, those long train rides back from the city only to return home to cook and do laundry. The simple life.  Glebe Flea Market, Sydney: Nostalgia struck when I saw all my childhood at once on these old storybooks being torn apart and re-created into fashionable notebooks.
 Darling Harbour, Sydney: One of my absolute favourite places in Sydney. Every city has one, think Esplanade and Tsim Sha Tsui Avenue of Stars, but Darling Harbour still wins. I could imagine myself there all day just staring, with a book in hand.  Surry Hills, Sydney: Vintage shops and colourful shophouses. This is where I started Christmas shopping because I couldn't resist.  This one speaks for itself. :)
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