Night lights and my Dad in Japan
I love my dad I love my dad I love my dad. He is truly the greatest and also the biggest kid.
I see a little of the West here, where you wouldn’t expect to.
one step two steps into the welcoming yet terrifying body of watery possibility. I’m glad I’ve got hands to hold.
a dual language of sound and speech graces my listening, and in a wave I stroll and drink the unscripted settings of my home country.
Shot an engagement party a week ago, uniting South Indian and North Indian families. The joy in the room was amazing! Truly a celebration, and it was felt all around. Friends, families, different kinds of people coming together to rejoice something whole and beautiful.
I was technically a stranger doing a job, but treated like a guest welcomed into their home. It was wonderful. I loved it.
Melbourne was nice.
Daddy and Daughter, so photogenic the both of them.
I never like the photos I attempt from the usual tourist spots in Singapore.
I miss being chosen as a model by maoz, she’s so talented and it made me feel special. She made me look and feel pretty and thats a big deal. Having someone (and pretty much the only one besides boyfriend) wanting to frame me in photos felt nice.
so talented: www.maoooz.tumblr.com
The desire to leave for someplace bigger is becoming an obsession.