My Home Away from Home

This is my birth place. 

My family and I left Hong Kong when I was seven. However memories were ever so vivid; the cruel voice of the vice principle  still rings as he fire markers like darts at us; the soggy sausage buns my mom bought for my recess snack which I sometimes guiltyly thrown into the garbage can; the white peeling paint in my bedroom, which I would scrap during my nap , and made my nails bleed. Then there was Deng Po Po, a gentle and  kind old lady, who was our landlord. She would buy papayas for me and we would eat it together while watching television. My best friend, Anthonia, and I always looked forward to the Saturday swims at the military base, visiting dad, and picking our favourite flower, frangipani.  

 Today I am a foreigner, a speculator. Using this to my advantage, I am immune to this fast paced island I once called home. Still I yearned to look at this place with fresh, unbiased eyes,  trying to unrival the beauty it withholds. 

       And there it lies.... 

 In the kind words of strangers, 

loving acts of  friends, 

and in the warm embraces of family.

Once again I am home. 

Backyard Brunch

Ma Cherie Two Years Later

" I love the sun for days, the moon for nights and you forever." 
~ Anonymous 

There are not many people whom I adore so much, but she definitely holds that special place in my heart. Her pretty face, sweet nature, and pure heart always makes me feel so blessed to be called her big sister. At this young age she has already developed a keen eye for beauty, and discovers them in the most unexpected places. I can't wait to watch her grow up into a fine young lady.....

This album is the little sister I see. We shot this outside our parent's house, in blazing hot temperature.  Without a word of complaint, she joyfully posed and dances in the garden ~ 

Hope you will all enjoy seeing my little sister through my eyes ~ 

Last Drop of Cherry Blossom

The End~

Holiday at Home