tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74238452024-03-08T06:33:41.533+11:00Click ChickSporadic anecdotes and musings of a part-time student, part-time photographer, full-time dreamer. She dreams of apple pie and sunsets. She also hopes to be a princess someday..Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.comBlogger493125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-49821721839282849272009-07-19T11:49:00.002+10:002009-07-19T11:50:38.629+10:00Born to be Wild<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/3728620041/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/3728620041_cf902ef3a4.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/3728620041/">Born to be Wild - Liven</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/grace-t/">Click.Chick</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> I am a dancer<br />No shoes, no dress, no spotlight or stage<br />No colour, no creed, nor restriction on age<br /><br />No jury, no training, no cheers, no leeers<br />I dance as i feel - no limits, no fears<br /><br />I dance in the grass with the wind in my hair<br />I dance on the pavement - gray, cold and bare<br /><br />I dance in the rain and the heat of the sun<br />I dance when i feel i can no longer run<br /><br />It's my release, my light and escape<br />So i dance and i dance till my bare feet break<br /><br />Then i smile, get up, and dance a while more<br />For with dance my tomorrows, will be better, i'm sure<br /><br />A dancer I am and a dancer I'll be<br />Even if my dancing is only for me...<br /><br />:)</p>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-32661835418701839902009-03-25T23:39:00.007+11:002009-03-26T00:42:15.106+11:00Another Mellow Night<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/3385126350/" title="On the Edge by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3621/3385126350_e63b1f545f.jpg" alt="On the Edge" width="450" height="275" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Me on a rooftop - high up and on the edge, it made me feel alive. Some really old shots taken at the Pekeliling flats.</span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=3385126350&size=large"> View Large On Black</a></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I smell a storm coming</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">and i'm not sure what it means..</span></span><br /><br />I once read somewhere that our bodies naturally crave the thing that we need the most at any given time. Some crave for food, some crave attention, some crave for the presence of others. I crave for certain songs.<br /><br />It's an itch i can't describe but sometimes during the day i'll just really <span style="font-style: italic;">really </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">really </span>need to listen to a certain song. The moment i hear it though, something seems to melt inside. It's my drug and i am satisfied - for that moment, everything feels right.<br /><br />Today i craved for <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imeem.com/younamedherluvr/music/hWAaPbij/louis-armstrong-and-ella-fitzgerald-dream-a-little-dream-of/">Dream A Little Dream of Me</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">(Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald)</span> which i had on replay several times. Then i craved for <a href="http://www.imeem.com/clanad/video/juiZgeup/eva-cassidy-somewhere-over-the-rainbow-music-video/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Somewhere Over the Rainbow<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></a><span style="font-style: italic;">(Eva Cassidy)</span>. Then it was downhill from there..<br /><br />Another mellow night wondering why i'm having another mellow night.<br />Another mellow night just wondering.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-71996552455031478092009-03-19T00:41:00.004+11:002009-03-19T01:15:09.460+11:00Seeing is believing & other non-conclusive truths<a title="Rufus - Now i see by Click.Chick, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/3244298549/"><img height="500" alt="Rufus - Now i see" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3390/3244298549_c7bfc336a3.jpg" width="333" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Rufus</strong> (Fallen Leaves cast 2009) whom i thank for being one of the most quietly open and honest people i've ever met and photographed.</em><a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=3244298549&size=large">View this Large On Black</a></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">It's amazing how the simplest statements</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">can reveal the greatest truth.</span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br />And just like that, it becomes clear. You notice things that were staring you in the face. You look back in retrospect and trace the way things all came together. You see the present and understand it as a culmination of the past and future colliding in the moment, at this time.<br /><br />...then nothingness. Just a clear quiet nothingness. You hold your breath and suddenly you don't need to breathe. Everything seems suspended, numb, but strangely not entirely unpleasant. You can see things now from a distance and in its entirety. It makes sense.<br /><br />I like those moments. Too bad they don't last very long.<br /><br />You blink and it's over. By the next breath you could have sworn it was never there to begin with. Then you return to wondering what it would be like if you really could see the big picture. You're back at the begining but it's different somehow. There's a knowing now yet there's still this element of uncertainty - an unpredictability that intrigues us.<br /><br />That's why we do it. We want to know. We never really do in the end yet sometimes, if we're lucky, we get glimpses of truth triggered by accidently moments of honesty... and to some extent, that's enough.<br /><br />And that's why we do it - <em><strong>to know it's there</strong></em>.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-35742353843292786422009-03-18T14:48:00.010+11:002009-03-18T15:31:57.530+11:00A Life less ordinary<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/3364799376/" title="Road trippin by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3364799376_2cb5c931a5.jpg" alt="Road trippin" width="450" height="190" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Adelaide Road trip 2009</span></span> <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=3364799376&size=large">View Large On Black</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >Normality is overrated..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >then again so is the extraordinary.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Extraordinary </span>- I've always found that word to be somewhat of a joke. How can something extra ordinary be more than ordinary? It's like saying something extra boring is interesting. What is it really to live an extraordinary life? By definition, to be normal is to conform - to conform to accepted ideas, ideals, standards, expectations. So what if you choose not to conform? What if you don't agree with common thought, common sense or common knowledge. What if you want something different? What if you don't want something extra-ordinary rather, something less than ordinary - something a little uncertain, a little unpredictable, a little strange, a little more alive?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">What if..</span><br /><br />What if <span style="font-style: italic;">'what if'</span> never existed? If we were deprived of the ability to attempt predicting our future, what would we do different? Would we do anything differently or would we still question. Asking questions is a rather humbling exercise. To ask is to admit that you do not know. Although i suppose, in a way, admitting your inadequacies is the first step to overcoming denial. Yet, what comes after confession? So many questions, so little motivation to want to think about them.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">"And so it goes, and so it goes</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">And You're the only one who knows..."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >- 'And So It Goes' by Billy Joel</span>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-43765617174331272362009-01-14T05:52:00.003+11:002009-01-14T07:10:17.588+11:00Charmed, charmed life.<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">The experience of movement is a profound thing that</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">is only surpassed by the experience of being moved..</span></span><br /><br />When you get down to it, all each of us really wants is to find that one thing that moves us - that one thing that makes sense of it all and makes it all matter. The need to feel, to connect, to experience and to know is a steady undercurrent that subtly drives all that we do.<br /><br />These past few days i've been feeling rather charmed by the idea of spending endless hours immersed in alternate realities through dreams at night and daydreams during stolen moments in the day. Strangely i've started noticing that while the validity and reality of these alternate experiences may be questionable, they are becoming increasingly important as a part of my daily life. It's almost as if by taking concious notice of my subconcious, i've opened up the possibility of being a part of this whole other parrallel life.<br /><br />In time, i'm certain that life will pick up pace again and leave me little time to indulge in such reverie but in the mean time, i shall make the most of it. Good night and do have thoroughly memorable dreams.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-60210253751412892842008-09-29T01:44:00.007+10:002008-09-29T03:10:12.627+10:00Just believe.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2892629602/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Three by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3198/2892629602_008858e38b.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Three" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(L-R: Melissa, Anna & Leigh) The <a href="http://www.entitydance.com.au/index.html">Entity Dance Collective</a> dancers @ the Studio, Newtown.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The best things in life..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">are the ones that help you procrastinate doing the worst things in life :)</span></span><br /><br />I had to toss up between washing the toilet or flickr-ing so i went for flickr-ing. Finished up the short set i did for the Entity Dance Collective practice session. It was a really rushed shoot and i went home feeling like i coulda shoulda woulda have done better at it and worrying that once on the larger comp screen, nothing would turn out right but i have to say that all that praying for it to work out must've helped. Ended up quite happy with some of the shots, got to meet some lovely people and learned the value of instinct over intellect in the process.<br /><br />It's wonderful when you realise that wonderful things can come out of less than perfect circumstances. It makes possibilities seem possible once more... if only we could <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">just </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">believe</span>.<br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />One a different note. Time for some geekery! These are some really cool links i've come across recently for online flickr related stuff. If you're not on flickr - get with the program! hehe...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Geekery #1</span>:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">wallpap</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">r</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">what:</span> </span>Beta version of cool search tool that lets you enter keywords and search for a random selection of large sized/high resolution images on flickr that are (averagely) computer wallpaper sized. As far as i checked, all the images that the engine shows up are under creative commons licenses so as far as i can tell it doesn't help people rip off copyrighted or protected works - which is great :)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">link: </span><a href="http://marcogomes.com/wallpapr/en/">wallpapr</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Geekery #2</span>:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">group</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">r</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">what:</span> </span>With the tagline "A bird's eye view of your flickr groups" this tool gives you a new way of browsing flickr through flickr group pools. Just type in your (or someone else's) flickr nickname, hit search, and a page comes up with a random selection of photos from a number of groups that that flickr person belongs to. Simple customisable functions let you choose the number of groups to be included in the search.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">link: </span><a href="http://groupr.200ok.net/">groupr</a><br /><br />Now go ye thereforth and waste time on <a href="http://flickr.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">flick</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">r</span></span></a>! :D<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*p/s: no, this isn't a paid post and yes, i wish it was.</span></span><br /><br />---------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />More from the Entity Dance Collective rehearsal series:<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(hit the thumbnails to get to the larger version and to got to the photostream )</span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2895096602/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Reaching out to you by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2895096602_3478d72b50_m.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Reaching out to you " width="240" height="160" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2894231999/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Lift by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2894231999_999e9f956f_m.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Lift" width="240" height="160" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2894232641/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Soldiers by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2894232641_44ffaf5660_m.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Soldiers" width="240" height="160" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2895073974/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Slide by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2895073974_9ac709e8ca_m.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Slide" width="240" height="160" /></a>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-79180171949503341372008-09-24T02:50:00.008+10:002008-09-24T03:06:12.421+10:00what ever will be will be.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2874651033/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Leigh by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2874651033_7b409dd491.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Leigh" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The lovely Leigh from Entity Dance Collective - Click on the pic, full-view is a must!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The slowest minutes and the fastest days</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">collide and meet in the strangest ways</span></span>..<br /><br />At times, it makes sense for the situation to not make sense. Sometimes, i think the best thing one can do is to just sit back and let life just happen. After all, it seems our lives are too coincidental to be coincidences, too random to really be random. Times like these i'm grateful that i believe in God, in divine intervention, in destiny, in hope and that ultimately, regardless of what i decide or do, whatever will be will surely still be.<br /><br />Que sera sera<br />Reasoning won't get you very far<br />Best look life in the eye<br />and watch it go by<br />while reveling in a soliloquy<br />knowing that whatever will be will be..Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-71349690416363412302008-09-21T01:01:00.003+10:002008-09-21T01:06:32.977+10:00really.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2851334928/" title="Entity Dance Collective - Freedom by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2851334928_ec1f0cd52b.jpg" alt="Entity Dance Collective - Freedom" width="333" height="500" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Entity Dance Collective @ The Studio, Newtown.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've been thinking that...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I should really stop thinking.</span></span><br /><br />really.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-65097050439451828252008-09-11T11:32:00.003+10:002008-09-11T11:44:43.768+10:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/2817970571/" title="Circusoc - Trippy by Click.Chick, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3197/2817970571_b50bb09d77.jpg" alt="Circusoc - Trippy" width="354" height="500" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The CircuSoc (Circus Society) performers</span> from my uni during their practice @ the Physics Lawn. Had a blast shooting em.. (strobist info: 2 strobes at equal power...1/8 i think... one on left, one on right & equal distance from performers). Click <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/grace-t/sets/76597/">here </a>for more from that series.</span></span><br /><br /><br />Been obsessing over photography for the better part of the week since the Circusoc shoot last last monday. Lights are addictive... O_o" On a good note though.. my gel filters swatchbook just arrived today!! FREE... and delivered right to my doorstep *<span style="font-style: italic;">bless those boys at at the local lighting store*</span>. Got a shoot with some contemporary dancers this afternoon at a little church studio in Newtown. Praying for amazing natural light and a great time with them - can't wait!<br /><br />Looking to be a good day today. The sun's out, i have an orange cake in the oven *mmsss* and at the last minute managed to borrow a set of wireless flash triggers.... *happiness*....i'm such a geek ;p<br /><br />Oh well, updates later. For now - tra la :DGrace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-25394128025376697782008-08-27T00:08:00.003+10:002008-08-27T01:31:10.689+10:00Scott Kelby's Worldwide Photowalk 2008 [Sydney]<style type="text/css"><br />.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; </style><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29432752@N07/2794411596/" title="photo sharing"><img style="width: 438px; height: 295px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2794411596_380eb091f3.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><div class="flickr-frame"><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/29432752@N07/2794411596/">Group Photo</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/29432752@N07/">Kris Dick</a>. (Can you spot me?? :D)<br /></span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">'Twas a grey and soggy Saturday morning in Sydney but... </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >we all still turned up for the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >'Scott Kelby Worldwide Photowalk 2008</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >'!</span><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">On many levels it wasn't what i expected but i'm still really glad i went for it. Got to meet new people, walk overdone routes looking for under-appreciated angles, and overall just spend a quiet morning walking the streets of Sydney before the hustle and bustle of the day began.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">Don't know why but all my more recent shots seem to be darker, moodier and more dreamy... experimenting a bit with post-processing techniques. This mood sort of suited the day too i suppose. It was quite surprising how deserted and silent the city was that morning... albeit it was drizzling and pretty early in the day but i still expected the area to be more alive. It was quite surreal to see no one around save for this crazy group of photogs (actually there were 2 groups of photogs out that morning in the same area - our group and another travel photography group O_o") armed with their gear running (or crawling) through the city. You can imagine what that must've looked like *hehehe*.. all these street photogs.. with hardly anyone else to shoot but themselves... very amusing to watch :D</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">Was browsing through the shots from some of the other groups around the world who participated in this photowalk too... it's amazing to see all these images as it gives you a lovely cross-section of what the 23rd of August, 2008 was like all around the world. Some cities had sunshine, some had rain, some showed laughter, some showed pain... fascinating really to think of all the other stories and lives out there.. each connected to the other yet each also existing in utter oblivion to the next. For a moment there, i wondered what God saw when he looked down on earth on the 23rd of August, 2008... He must've thought we were all crazy, smiled then laughed a little as He watched us scurry about our day in our own different ways.<br /></p>Anyways, here are some of my shots from that day. You can check out the <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/scott-kelbys-worldwide-photowalk-sydney/">Sydney group's flickr photo pool</a> here. Also, check out the photos from the various <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://flickr.com/search/groups/?w=all&q=scott+kelby%27s+worldwide+photowalk&m=names">participating cities</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>around the world involved in this event.<br /><br />Anyone else participated too?? Let me know how your day went!<br /><br /><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsMrOVVuTXEf_-zdtg3uo6rJo8dB59nFDrLYrfuI9eG9ibKCDSoOPpN7fcAnrWOXNst1IBefStQYA_gCOMto1UXZD65tYXgDk64xn2BwxTqhDvGYE3XPbbqABF5nwzdrjM7krlA/s1600-h/balustrades+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqsMrOVVuTXEf_-zdtg3uo6rJo8dB59nFDrLYrfuI9eG9ibKCDSoOPpN7fcAnrWOXNst1IBefStQYA_gCOMto1UXZD65tYXgDk64xn2BwxTqhDvGYE3XPbbqABF5nwzdrjM7krlA/s400/balustrades+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836527532032034" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Beam Me Up" <span style="font-style: italic;">- i *heart* the rocks for all the lovely old architecture there...</span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxbRZYLH05wyL0Tr4-jyRM02x1N9r8_FiBlMLCCPdCdPH4c2r8qlQ-Mq-qF-XnoqhM-A1i4sJ1c0iEdjgZE4KIWcS7j2CtYLY0B84eioDTtTYtE5HgzvPg507nHZxQqR7wpwkSg/s1600-h/yellow+steps+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxbRZYLH05wyL0Tr4-jyRM02x1N9r8_FiBlMLCCPdCdPH4c2r8qlQ-Mq-qF-XnoqhM-A1i4sJ1c0iEdjgZE4KIWcS7j2CtYLY0B84eioDTtTYtE5HgzvPg507nHZxQqR7wpwkSg/s400/yellow+steps+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238848462074175058" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"One Step at a Time" <span style="font-style: italic;">- A fellow photog getting his shot on the Commisioner's Steps @ Circular Quay.<br /> </span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ijTTomvOXzYq7EzVJrb1KGdGctNPHFx0VwyUCrHuw7EkaIRP5yOrhUl4DLLXVu5YmAXACuYWBe8XiYdF1yzHlxVqKDHSi2GSGAKSYxbPZcXZoLdrqZRw09Si1OyiGDsLxyrkPQ/s1600-h/arches+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ijTTomvOXzYq7EzVJrb1KGdGctNPHFx0VwyUCrHuw7EkaIRP5yOrhUl4DLLXVu5YmAXACuYWBe8XiYdF1yzHlxVqKDHSi2GSGAKSYxbPZcXZoLdrqZRw09Si1OyiGDsLxyrkPQ/s400/arches+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836520523933618" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Arches" <span style="font-style: italic;">- the good thing about crappy weather is the soft filtered natural light that seems to just float mid-air in a state of glorious suspension.</span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelei_D8CeSbCDyp8ZrMNVwIGaJ4-AI-yUqOSIg6jOAYijUXJqfQcIdMWZLk17jS5oqVboa3QnxN6-bFJ9yCrAcC-cfhnMyZ-96DT4a97LlpigMAs2fjl0bZ3hxKeNxi9gN80UVw/s1600-h/bridge+over+troubled+waters+%281%29+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelei_D8CeSbCDyp8ZrMNVwIGaJ4-AI-yUqOSIg6jOAYijUXJqfQcIdMWZLk17jS5oqVboa3QnxN6-bFJ9yCrAcC-cfhnMyZ-96DT4a97LlpigMAs2fjl0bZ3hxKeNxi9gN80UVw/s400/bridge+over+troubled+waters+%281%29+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836531775560594" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Bridge over troubled water" <span style="font-style: italic;">- my fave from that day...<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrm83xQW0MxidlQcfqfS098EWvaQz671ODZzqk2NSQ-CANq64LtQmQkcPOn1evNgyZ4AV4YqfPfWLaP20uPu7aJT7WY4a91Lhb38ROmCmXX3XKjbiHWF1p3CiLAr1qg8aAy0L_Q/s1600-h/church+light+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrm83xQW0MxidlQcfqfS098EWvaQz671ODZzqk2NSQ-CANq64LtQmQkcPOn1evNgyZ4AV4YqfPfWLaP20uPu7aJT7WY4a91Lhb38ROmCmXX3XKjbiHWF1p3CiLAr1qg8aAy0L_Q/s400/church+light+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836538770041138" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Church Lights" <span style="font-style: italic;">- tra la.. </span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4YVb5GXKzzDXc43yn86MhoMqhW0xQ9xPtBT1LKfPHKdqfcuRJj1Wui92W031OcfQFATEnjXVBl_Lclz4W5VhGNG2TlfMnikbw8UorJp7T2erXcS_P86LXgb0Vk-DyhvYRIZ3tw/s1600-h/burning+bush+%282%29+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4YVb5GXKzzDXc43yn86MhoMqhW0xQ9xPtBT1LKfPHKdqfcuRJj1Wui92W031OcfQFATEnjXVBl_Lclz4W5VhGNG2TlfMnikbw8UorJp7T2erXcS_P86LXgb0Vk-DyhvYRIZ3tw/s400/burning+bush+%282%29+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836540265350898" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Urban Bushland" <span style="font-style: italic;">- The urbanite's song: "This is my tree, these are my stones, this is my wilderness. It may be bare and cold and harsh and grey; but it's where i was born, where i belong. This is my city, my freedom, my home."<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJOH8uWHfc5BKtM1O1uVsNfp3WxN1-8gNQzbcJ7sg5GRdjCW0C91qVRFG-N8jgC3k4gM183WbNc2wdI4W8CUcNSDZ-lUoOzOhKjNyU35wFubkCQklewRiVoHMO31NQJEZ1m5phg/s1600-h/cooks+and+candids+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJOH8uWHfc5BKtM1O1uVsNfp3WxN1-8gNQzbcJ7sg5GRdjCW0C91qVRFG-N8jgC3k4gM183WbNc2wdI4W8CUcNSDZ-lUoOzOhKjNyU35wFubkCQklewRiVoHMO31NQJEZ1m5phg/s400/cooks+and+candids+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238838677399744738" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Cooks and Candids" <span style="font-style: italic;">- Shot through a glass window.. can you spot me? hehehe...<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SNblNU_ZCSg34GnqVCIqgIOxyjLt9dVS0thYORiX5VN1A2VmkEG71IdP6B3gCnAK0bZYnB8WtfrfPzGkslUKhyphenhyphen4wLlutQv9xDA8LbenEyzAcXEJR_DBc6SeuSY2LWtau8vnKXg/s1600-h/falcon+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SNblNU_ZCSg34GnqVCIqgIOxyjLt9dVS0thYORiX5VN1A2VmkEG71IdP6B3gCnAK0bZYnB8WtfrfPzGkslUKhyphenhyphen4wLlutQv9xDA8LbenEyzAcXEJR_DBc6SeuSY2LWtau8vnKXg/s400/falcon+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238838686207974386" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Falcon" <span style="font-style: italic;">- A lovely old Falcon parked under the Harbour Bridge.<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCfZXHEL1MbVYLg5-OoCsDkf2YneIkjOHQMhX2zq4VBm1d-aG2B9TSVNAqnJC_jmw925-B4PKoxvtWuhYsuL4tvODoIwzNZsDVDnFb2MrOl-1croqo-KOiJmBVrhv29QybabMwA/s1600-h/photogs+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCfZXHEL1MbVYLg5-OoCsDkf2YneIkjOHQMhX2zq4VBm1d-aG2B9TSVNAqnJC_jmw925-B4PKoxvtWuhYsuL4tvODoIwzNZsDVDnFb2MrOl-1croqo-KOiJmBVrhv29QybabMwA/s400/photogs+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238838694621870482" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"At Hickson Steps" <span style="font-style: italic;">- Shane and Lukas from the photo walk shooting macros of the many things growing out the side of this sandstone wall.<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzVeUUuPnjKEk_u9HGyT7Ucqgiqql_jkqkpBEUTNNtca_qZ5pLu3k8FdYml-DyfZ4Ref4NkxjrwnKb0NPibzikh4pym1PQkwZtpvOeyMeqjYT2RVDRu9bRm1OrI-funSYmTLZng/s1600-h/pier+2-3+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirzVeUUuPnjKEk_u9HGyT7Ucqgiqql_jkqkpBEUTNNtca_qZ5pLu3k8FdYml-DyfZ4Ref4NkxjrwnKb0NPibzikh4pym1PQkwZtpvOeyMeqjYT2RVDRu9bRm1OrI-funSYmTLZng/s400/pier+2-3+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238838743161567426" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Pier 2/3" <span style="font-style: italic;">- Yet another shot of the interior of Pier 2/3... i really love that place.<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6GAexOzkctW5i8TknCWeh99SuXyP70lGufFmkmRX3i3DIX-ScNe6PZzFQrWuE7SEVO-xC-Ps0dbRr6U5ot1fOdN0yXD8s4oKmWUHb5mY_KK5XzNC5T8qAkoqKiXndPfps7KvgQ/s1600-h/puddles+-tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy6GAexOzkctW5i8TknCWeh99SuXyP70lGufFmkmRX3i3DIX-ScNe6PZzFQrWuE7SEVO-xC-Ps0dbRr6U5ot1fOdN0yXD8s4oKmWUHb5mY_KK5XzNC5T8qAkoqKiXndPfps7KvgQ/s400/puddles+-tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840578630147666" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Puddles" <span style="font-style: italic;">- stomping puddles after the rain :) *sploosh* (Thanks Shane for hopping in that puddle so many times just so i could get a good shot! )<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF0SHd4QzGFIeFGbC0fHCfO7qWS2OlffgiBKqqwgLLupvRJ9_QpA8Bhc6uYTVyJ9UFZptxBEFJCamHlh7rhWnPxR04cZcIeD-PB1BXpVFGwaSSQh_SA0ohyphenhyphenhbjrzEAxzfpuRtTw/s1600-h/shane2+-tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF0SHd4QzGFIeFGbC0fHCfO7qWS2OlffgiBKqqwgLLupvRJ9_QpA8Bhc6uYTVyJ9UFZptxBEFJCamHlh7rhWnPxR04cZcIeD-PB1BXpVFGwaSSQh_SA0ohyphenhyphenhbjrzEAxzfpuRtTw/s400/shane2+-tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840584030288194" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Gimme That!" <span style="font-style: italic;">- Nyahaha... that'll teach you to give your DSLR to me while hanging off a ladder *runs away and hides Shane's camera*<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9OTnMjY_nc1sHCbnR-lxWd_qQIRhPGjtOiO9BPrs9VN6FKg004BZMBDBt5gSN-4VlVbN0HWOaGycNobNq6cHD76qsPft0RVHVaP-5leI2Bj07zpQQeHUZEyQ6tMKHLiGcJK2Gg/s1600-h/shane+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw9OTnMjY_nc1sHCbnR-lxWd_qQIRhPGjtOiO9BPrs9VN6FKg004BZMBDBt5gSN-4VlVbN0HWOaGycNobNq6cHD76qsPft0RVHVaP-5leI2Bj07zpQQeHUZEyQ6tMKHLiGcJK2Gg/s400/shane+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840590419827378" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"From the Top.." <span style="font-style: italic;">- Behind the scenes shot of this pic <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lukaszek/2795703277/">here</a>.<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXjbh61dnjeZmlrvTmD8rYw9lHHIIrF87gauWWDyqreSv8S1LwlkhnZMLsQ80BeUGG65QaV_f4r56cTXHnUfpg6ffj8mDfOSRcqiHm5i_TM6wdYvBFquu4KSijQSl23bITF6IfA/s1600-h/spil+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXjbh61dnjeZmlrvTmD8rYw9lHHIIrF87gauWWDyqreSv8S1LwlkhnZMLsQ80BeUGG65QaV_f4r56cTXHnUfpg6ffj8mDfOSRcqiHm5i_TM6wdYvBFquu4KSijQSl23bITF6IfA/s400/spil+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840596156798674" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Spill" <span style="font-style: italic;">- No point crying over split milk...<br /></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSDoysORAQWZ73LaXTDo6WiZQr9SnCidpfMp_hZ1vyYcvo1OtycBmZEplSRCpxObqqHpZUWu1A4PMVAkSCZypxIBFVW6gUOGLNFZdZ71-2_J-NiB7zum4W52t5mJgI7Xmp2MXmQ/s1600-h/overflow+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSDoysORAQWZ73LaXTDo6WiZQr9SnCidpfMp_hZ1vyYcvo1OtycBmZEplSRCpxObqqHpZUWu1A4PMVAkSCZypxIBFVW6gUOGLNFZdZ71-2_J-NiB7zum4W52t5mJgI7Xmp2MXmQ/s400/overflow+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840612033628674" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Overflow" <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></p>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-41143217695826638852008-08-13T02:42:00.002+10:002008-08-13T02:45:37.062+10:00Return to Sender<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI9ihMtiy54gi2Oth8D8ykMxdLrn9MM2F-i5hkemNqrnI9CL_AV_2FOkorIdvdMHfOT0UyUu_hQDz2eNFNX4XAWWXFOFgp46ft-ftWQqsuXilm_BgQgr-oRgsbhSTb9lHbd_wXA/s1600-h/return+to+sender+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI9ihMtiy54gi2Oth8D8ykMxdLrn9MM2F-i5hkemNqrnI9CL_AV_2FOkorIdvdMHfOT0UyUu_hQDz2eNFNX4XAWWXFOFgp46ft-ftWQqsuXilm_BgQgr-oRgsbhSTb9lHbd_wXA/s400/return+to+sender+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233672836777143138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Walk-by Shootings@Balmain, 2008.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Return to sender, address unknown,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No such number, no such zone.."</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Elvis Presley</span><br /><br />Sometimes what you give isn't what you get.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-59048566964222917862008-08-11T02:56:00.004+10:002008-08-11T03:26:22.966+10:00Reflecting on Life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxzxi5RWl29N1AJ7WapvrwU6ToLxrCqn1tgB-3ru-rsQ5wBK5zwjEsEDwu9j08xSx4SNTYkKIb2OkbVunenUZ1zEUcm9Ef3UTWeLrf843StZBzqIBbxRjPXbOs5X5DHgI2gk8UQ/s1600-h/deep+blue+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxzxi5RWl29N1AJ7WapvrwU6ToLxrCqn1tgB-3ru-rsQ5wBK5zwjEsEDwu9j08xSx4SNTYkKIb2OkbVunenUZ1zEUcm9Ef3UTWeLrf843StZBzqIBbxRjPXbOs5X5DHgI2gk8UQ/s400/deep+blue+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232939382909238370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cockatoo Island, 2008.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just wondering if...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'll ever see things the same way again.</span></span><br /><br />At times i wonder if our nomadic type of living is really all it's cut out to be - whether 'reality' is just an illusion like reflections in water.. At times, memories seem no more than pretty pictures that exist only in our heads.. impressions not of what is but of what we want things to be. All the same, when we've glimpsed ideals, can we ever be satisfied with anything less?<br /><br />Just thinking..<br />that there are a lot of things that i kinda miss..<br />and feeling a bit sad that all these times and things that i remember may not even have happened the way i think i remember them.<br /><br />Moments are far too fleeting, far too fragile..Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-46365845295763902372008-07-30T01:21:00.008+10:002008-07-30T02:12:34.306+10:00Sometimes..<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes i miss KL like crazy..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes i wonder if things really can change - if things will<br /><br /></span></span>Sometimes i wonder if i want them to at all<br />Sometimes i wonder what the world would be like if we loved instead of hated; accepted instead of judged<br />Sometimes i just want a real <span style="font-style: italic;">70 sen </span>roti canai<br />Sometimes i want it at 3am and i want it at a mamak<br />Sometimes i miss the laid-back attitude summed up efficiently in the suffix <span style="font-style: italic;">"-lah"</span><br />Sometimes i wish things were that simple<br /><br />Sometimes i do miss <span style="font-style: italic;">home</span> and i wonder if it misses me too.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />This is the Malaysia i see.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Click Chick </span>supports <a href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Malaysian Artistes for Unity</span></a> - you should too.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-36126508677676742852008-07-23T01:11:00.007+10:002008-07-23T01:32:29.919+10:00Out with the Old, In with the New<span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's time for a clean up, shake down, clear out...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's time for change, it's time for something new.</span></span><br /><br />It's time i actually got round to doing all the things i said i would do.<br /><br />Yup. Finally.<br /><br />Starting with <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Click Chick v2.0</span>!! Huge thanks to <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.paperfolder.blogspot.com/">Patricia Low</a> for her lovely camera-angel doodles (*big HUGS*) and <span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.bittbox.com/">BittBox</a> </span>for the Photoshop CS brushes (amazing stuff!).<br /><br />I'm naming it<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'remember the rain'</span> in memory of the many quiet nights spent beside my bedroom window tracing raindrops with my fingers and musing about everything, nothing and all that lies in-between.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tra la...</span>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-58725778782314905432008-07-18T03:41:00.006+10:002008-07-23T01:44:01.690+10:00Ignorance is bliss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiq4GNK34WOlhhGvDhjlx2QEVAWfguQQQdfGJZwtGVIBwudWRjG36ASc11KTE2YGQK9ZPK0RLh9-AJeMqcPQxuCJ0D3nphLauKIQuLNbWora_JlyDLuVY78X5HEPUrYb81iM1EQ/s1600-h/sails+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiq4GNK34WOlhhGvDhjlx2QEVAWfguQQQdfGJZwtGVIBwudWRjG36ASc11KTE2YGQK9ZPK0RLh9-AJeMqcPQxuCJ0D3nphLauKIQuLNbWora_JlyDLuVY78X5HEPUrYb81iM1EQ/s400/sails+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224041983702002770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sails", Sydney Biennale 2008@Cockatoo Island, Sydney.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the illusion of anonymity is shattered</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">a certain joy of freedom is lost</span></span><br /><br />Maybe ignorance really is bliss and maybe if we really tried hard enough, we may start to believe it.<br /><br />It's been a while since i last blogged. I think i finally feel like everyone's forgotten enough about this dusty lil blog so that i can blog in blissful anonymity again. It's strange... thinking that people i know actually read this thing makes me feel self-conscious and yet thinking that no one cares enough to read it also makes me feel a lil dejected. Sometimes i wish i'd just make up my mind *blek*<br /><br />------------------<br /><br />The great thing about dreams is that they stay in your head. They stay illusions, they stay impossible and they stay just as we intend them to be. The problem with having great ideas is that on the rare occasion that one has to realise them, in the bright glare of reality they sometimes don't seem that great after all... hmm..<br /><br />-------------------<br /><br />In an attempt to distract myself from watching too many episodes of 'Will & Grace' in one night, i took to doing some of those "silly internet personality quizzes" clicking randomly on any quiz title that appeared vaguely interesting (or mind-numbing). After finding out what type of chocolate i am (dark chocolate), what type of brain i have (balanced brain ;D) and which 80s song i am (not telling ;p), i clicked on a quiz titled "why are you still single?" - partly for amusement, partly because it was taunting me - and began randomly clicking away at the multiple choice answers.<br /><br />After half-lucidly clicking on the "finish" button, i sat, watched the little 'loading' bar slowly turn blue and contemplated all the random useless possible "results" that would soon pop up on my screen. Surprisingly, what popped up next kind of made me stop and think a bit...<br /><br />The answer to my question apparently is that i "don't want to slow down":<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">"Whether you're working all hours, busy with school, or planning a cross-country move, it sounds like you just don't have time for anyone else in your life...right now, that is. Your timing may be off in other aspects, too. Chances are, you've met that perfect person who just so happens to be married or planning their own cross-country move. So take a step back for a moment. Is there something underlying this? Could it be you're </span><i style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">afraid</i><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"> to get involved for some reason or another, and are therefore attracted to people who are simply unavailable?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Convicted by a computer</span>.. now that's sad ;p<br /><br />And to think i wondered why i stopped blogging for so long <span style="font-style: italic;">*sigh*</span><br /><br />O_o"<!-- br-->Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-59894390465987311642008-06-17T20:32:00.002+10:002008-06-17T20:37:01.656+10:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">this is some...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">some seriously cool time-lapse painting</span></span><br /><br /><object height="286" width="400"> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=634960&server=www.vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"> <embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=634960&server=www.vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="286" width="400"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.vimeo.com/634960?pg=embed&sec=634960">Popper Box Paintathon</a> from <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/popperbox?pg=embed&sec=634960">Popper Box</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/?pg=embed&sec=634960">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br />my bum's getting itchy.. i want to do something random and creative and completely pointless.. i need accomplices.. i need ideas.. i need to just get the move on and do them already ;p<br /><br />if you're free, equally inclined to the random and are based in Sydney, let me know.Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-11488395566300702922008-06-13T16:13:00.003+10:002008-06-14T09:03:11.087+10:00Cravings..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBLvyjdaq8NEPHoXtn0Z3mtukFIIGYoZ1vI2Vv5AGZoyS0slBhIhWcLSB6Y6zj7JUagVn5r5iogtHlCufUkSOb6rMdiduufqNII4FCmsvc2TvMW1nOSs0JHzjY7XfxBQaLiHt7g/s1600-h/BEEF+PIES+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQBLvyjdaq8NEPHoXtn0Z3mtukFIIGYoZ1vI2Vv5AGZoyS0slBhIhWcLSB6Y6zj7JUagVn5r5iogtHlCufUkSOb6rMdiduufqNII4FCmsvc2TvMW1nOSs0JHzjY7XfxBQaLiHt7g/s400/BEEF+PIES+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211245652742527954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I woke up this morning and craved Beef & Wine Pies...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">so i made some..</span></span><br /><br />*whee* Random cravings lead to random cooking sessions.. half a day of boiling the stew to death, an hour of making pastry, some time tanning in the oven.. then instant satisfaction... *yums*<br /><br />i think all this sleep and sunshine is doing something even worse to my head than all that staying up at night.. but at least this way i don't have to eat maggie mee *ugh*<br /><br />now if you'll excuse me, i have some pies to devour *tra la..*Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-4556826534161960672008-06-08T03:20:00.003+10:002008-06-08T03:27:43.757+10:00Who needs sleep?*blows layer of dust off her poor abandoned blog*<br /><br />life's been strange lately... i always talk about being nocturnal but it's terrible this time.. i really have been doing life in reverse and it's a tad bit fascinating but mostly disturbing.. kinda like hanging upside down for too long - fun for a bit but seriously messes up[ your head. The days never seem to pass, and everything is suspended in this surreal state of continuum...<br /><br />just a little bit longer....<br /><br /><br />Meanwhile.. i found this really amusing.. bathroom sessions by barenakedladies of my anthem of no sleep *hee* check it out..<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4_Edo1hB0Q&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4_Edo1hB0Q&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><iframe id="AnswersBalloonIframe" src="javascript:;" style="border: medium none ; z-index: 99998; position: absolute; width: 490px; height: 306px; visibility: hidden; background-color: transparent; top: 156px; left: 321px; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 10px;"></iframe><div style="width: 490px; position: absolute; visibility: hidden; z-index: 99999; text-align: left; top: 132px; left: 321px;" id="AnswersBalloon"><div id="AnswerTipHook" style="background-image: url(http://www.answers.com/main/images/hook-topL.gif); width: 67px; height: 24px; margin-left: 25px; position: relative; top: 10px;"></div><div class="AnswersHeader"><div class="AnswersHeaderInner" id="AnswersHandle0" style="cursor: move;" handlefor="AnswersBalloon"><div class="AnswersHeader1"><a style="float: right;" onclick="var ac = document.getElementById('answertipClose'); if (ac) ac.innerHTML='close'; else window.status='close'; return true;"><img id="AnswersCloseImage" style="margin-right: 10px; position: relative; cursor: pointer;" alt="Close" src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/close.gif" align="top" border="0" /></a><a id="AnswertipMore" target="AnswersQueryWindow" onclick="var ac = document.getElementById('answertipClose'); if (ac) ac.innerHTML='close'; else window.status='close';return true;" style="float: right; text-decoration: none; visibility: hidden; padding-right: 10px; margin-top: 9px; cursor: pointer;"><span class="AnswersHeader3"> Read more >> </span></a><a id="AnswertipOptions" onclick="var ac = document.getElementById('answertipClose'); if (ac) ac.innerHTML='options'; else window.status='options';return true;" style="float: right; text-decoration: none; padding-right: 10px; margin-top: 9px; cursor: pointer;"><span class="AnswersHeader3"> Options >> </span></a></div><div><a style="float: left; cursor: pointer;" href="http://www.answers.com?initiator=FFANS"><img id="AnswersLogoImage" style="" alt="Visit Answers.com" src="http://www.answers.com/main/images/answers-logo.gif" align="top" border="0" /></a></div></div><div id="Answers_frame" class="AnswersContentFrame"><table id="Balloontable2" class="donotmoveme" style="width: 480px; float: left;"><tbody><tr><td> <div id="Answertip" style="overflow: hidden; height: 235px; width: 473px;"></div> <div id="answertipClose" style="display: none;"></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="AnswersFooter" id="Answers_footer"><div style="width: 471px; height: 22px; float: left;"><iframe id="AnswersAds" allowtransparency="true" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; width: 100%; height: 22px;" src="http://www.answers.com/main/tip2.jsp?s=state%2520of%2520continuum%2520&wt=1&nafid=&cobrand=" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"></iframe></div> </div></div></div>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-79701108113297856192008-05-09T01:33:00.004+10:002008-05-09T01:51:55.885+10:00the simple life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHTzL139NpuD3zVgmR0gaRL5ObZRO3_tB5qFfBiv91t9k360vP06IZRP40rhzvG1q3O9bLcn4RGhjdVa9zKcQMI9l48m5mQXurLgG2xRmLAeI4Ajm2i0MzL8HcErdMO4zaojJ6Q/s1600-h/simple+life+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeHTzL139NpuD3zVgmR0gaRL5ObZRO3_tB5qFfBiv91t9k360vP06IZRP40rhzvG1q3O9bLcn4RGhjdVa9zKcQMI9l48m5mQXurLgG2xRmLAeI4Ajm2i0MzL8HcErdMO4zaojJ6Q/s400/simple+life+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198031388470254594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Walking along Walsh Bay, i came across this friendly guy doing a spot of fishing at the docks..</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes the best solution to a complicated problem..</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is a simple one.</span><br /><br />In a much happier mood today. Got to get out of my bat cave for a bit and spend the night with good company and great sticky-date pudding ;D *hee* It's easy to forget sometimes that there's so much more to life than what occurs in our little worlds on a daily basis. Somewhere out there someone's getting born, getting married, getting older, getting to work, getting hurt, getting saved, getting lost... in the grand scheme of things, our little daily worries and troubles now seem forgettable.<br /><br />Sometimes simple is beautiful and beauty can be simple.<br /><br />Things still need to get fixed, work needs to get done, problems need to be solved. Yet, if we constantly remind ourselves that wonderful moments can still be found in any situation, perhaps it would make life's mundane and moody moments that much more bearable :)Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-63184654158276775342008-05-06T00:23:00.003+10:002008-05-06T00:38:29.780+10:00Following The Leader...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKobNRww5lmDbEVxZhykceBHapEuk7_Ikb4ogPYxrboT2rDzNLUTT7JIjGCs3bHdmb9s93ROPNzbjqmd6sL4BvnAxmtQiiKocst-FYYYy3yp_soCwKG3nGwYMqIw1q8gV1xiy1Gg/s1600-h/cars+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKobNRww5lmDbEVxZhykceBHapEuk7_Ikb4ogPYxrboT2rDzNLUTT7JIjGCs3bHdmb9s93ROPNzbjqmd6sL4BvnAxmtQiiKocst-FYYYy3yp_soCwKG3nGwYMqIw1q8gV1xiy1Gg/s400/cars+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196899616904319538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Following the leader, the leader, the leader,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">following the leader where ever he may go..</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sometimes i wonder...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">why i even bother at all.</span></span><br /><br /><object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vpzjGB65yj/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vpzjGB65yj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br />Ever get the feeling that no matter what you do or how good your intentions/aspirations/ideas it all don't matter in the end? No matter what you intend to communicate to someone else it somehow has a way of turning out completely different leaving you exasperated and thinking "what's the point of trying so hard to be nice and likable and good and perfect" when it's perfectly easy to be quite the opposite - almost too easy *blek*...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Another pointless rant about another pointless subject.</span><br /><br />Sometimes it feels like i waste too much time living in my head and not enough time actually living O_o"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">i need a life. </span>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-43089742894871433142008-04-13T03:32:00.014+10:002008-04-13T04:12:54.796+10:00A work in progress...<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">The combination of several non-related random things..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">gave me a wonderful little revelation today</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">*Warning: i'm feeling pensive and corny all at once right now so this might be a rather strange blog post*</span></span><br /><br />Between watching the <span style="font-style: italic;">Nanny Diaries</span>, reading up on some architecture research and surfing the web, i came across three little random thoughts today that made me smile..<br /><br />The first was when i watched the <span style="font-style: italic;">Nanny Diaries</span> while munching on my brekkie cupcake. One of the scenes at the start of the film is of Scarlett Johannes's character being interviewed for a job. The interviewer asks her to describe who she is and she completely <span style="font-style: italic;">blanks out</span>. It made me think a bit about what i would do and say if i were in her place (which may be sometime in the near future if i survive final year :p)... <span style="font-weight: bold;">who is grace, really? what is grace? how would i describe her to an alien life-form if i had to describe her to an alien life-form?</span><br /><br />Later in the day, while pouring through an architecture journal, i came across this statement made by Japanese architect Toyo Ito: <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"True creation is when you can't tell what's ahead, you can't see until you get there." </span>Second interesting thought - sometimes we don't have to know where we're headed to know how to get there. Brilliant... an excuse for me to be mildly blur and quite clueless about just about everything :D<br /><br />Out of curiosity i started surfing the net to find out more about Toyo Ito and i eventually clicked on the link to his main website. What popped up made me smile and suddenly, it all made complete sense in my funny little head.<br /><br />The opening screen of that website said <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Toyo Ito - Work In Progress"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>it was probably meant in reference to the website not being completed but i chose to take it at face value just because that simple statement is so wonderfully poignant and beautiful - <span style="font-style: italic;">"Toyo Ito: Work in progress" - </span>love it!!<br /><br />It was then that i realised that regardless of looming insecurities and uncertainties, there was a saving grace <span style="font-style: italic;">(yes, pun intended..)</span>. It didn't matter if i hadn't got it all figured out yet because i'm still a work in progress - always have been, always will be. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Perfection is not an end result, rather it's a process of progress</span>... something to be worked at and to strife for. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nobody's perfect and frankly, i'd rather be Somebody </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(heheh... sorry, couldn't help myself...awfully pun-ny today.. get it? get it? fun-ny... pun-ny.. *hee* ;p)</span><br /><br />Signing off tonight,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-grace, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a work in progress</span>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-36163538545476797662008-04-03T01:19:00.005+11:002008-04-03T01:29:26.306+11:00No more emo<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">On strict orders from Rachel</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">i am no longer allowed to blog emo posts..</span></span><br /><br />heheh.. <span style="font-style: italic;">(*hi rachel*) </span><br /><br />So today's post will be sunny and happy and quite content. It will have blue skies and sun hats and an evil little delicious fried treat. It will be posted at the end of a lovely lazy day in remembrance of a lovely lazy day. If only everyday could be sunny and spent doing nothing at the beach :)<br /><br /><br />So here goes:<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grace's checklist for a wonderfully lazy day at the beach :D</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJHVyqCMU8SlBsDBOpLatLg4PLNqUbF5F9tOb7d7WQPzCH_vGSRrft3c3YOh_zHYuzeN1JBj5eKzVeJVqFoO8Y5-S_wdSjHSoGrlzKAwETToNZtrBTDKRrc3vmXiJGI60VgR0_w/s1600-h/IMG_3357+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJHVyqCMU8SlBsDBOpLatLg4PLNqUbF5F9tOb7d7WQPzCH_vGSRrft3c3YOh_zHYuzeN1JBj5eKzVeJVqFoO8Y5-S_wdSjHSoGrlzKAwETToNZtrBTDKRrc3vmXiJGI60VgR0_w/s400/IMG_3357+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653633505392482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIY3ogiA8ye2G43IRLHEQF_tCrPh68j32jaNPqgbRNh78_aFkXjvylkCi13OpD228fnIp_mIxh2MbzI-Ag9fHbIxbMencuiv1OERsyzfE0sxC0g1zTrSJfSiicHyv3DhNo8h9mQ/s1600-h/IMG_3324+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIY3ogiA8ye2G43IRLHEQF_tCrPh68j32jaNPqgbRNh78_aFkXjvylkCi13OpD228fnIp_mIxh2MbzI-Ag9fHbIxbMencuiv1OERsyzfE0sxC0g1zTrSJfSiicHyv3DhNo8h9mQ/s400/IMG_3324+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653642095327090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiSwdY66j_LfedVJAoS5nRNcrsSWni2V4I2r-PR8vjURHa64OCD4NLqyYP2H72OJKWJa9bA-m2SudZsO_AiwNu1BUkSjZcyGUiBc2K0Gb2N0lvCkf3QufshbbbxpNF_pnglhU9g/s1600-h/with+che+1+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiSwdY66j_LfedVJAoS5nRNcrsSWni2V4I2r-PR8vjURHa64OCD4NLqyYP2H72OJKWJa9bA-m2SudZsO_AiwNu1BUkSjZcyGUiBc2K0Gb2N0lvCkf3QufshbbbxpNF_pnglhU9g/s400/with+che+1+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653646390294402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruVUUa5a5WMLg_2263CgLx4t3O3gdwGwS93yL4-no_RkjTNXb9Tj8hXUPwLnYt753I_iTCgs_I0Dzsta6X1SPe3ugPxcey0IBcOQyqaHsIYcnQurwE8WsFh4cDGgIlrDOvxYxhw/s1600-h/IMG_3364+-+tg2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruVUUa5a5WMLg_2263CgLx4t3O3gdwGwS93yL4-no_RkjTNXb9Tj8hXUPwLnYt753I_iTCgs_I0Dzsta6X1SPe3ugPxcey0IBcOQyqaHsIYcnQurwE8WsFh4cDGgIlrDOvxYxhw/s400/IMG_3364+-+tg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653650685261714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mix all ingredients well, add a dusting of icing sugar on top.. and follow with a big serve of maple pecan ice cream on the side.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">perfection...</span><br /></span><br />i love my sunny days :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DhsUJIGP0zwMpEYnX4Fu5Bn7uQdER3ZWxrb2KwmYe14K87JlZbIe2awnl7z9x-LeKTLL7cFdn5QT1e2AKhhgIwHIefcrSFQDoQlGkPKmHXnvxEwoAJS3p8HOFF3MhIFHHPhA5A/s1600-h/with+che+2+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2DhsUJIGP0zwMpEYnX4Fu5Bn7uQdER3ZWxrb2KwmYe14K87JlZbIe2awnl7z9x-LeKTLL7cFdn5QT1e2AKhhgIwHIefcrSFQDoQlGkPKmHXnvxEwoAJS3p8HOFF3MhIFHHPhA5A/s400/with+che+2+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184653650685261730" border="0" /></a>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-44746321892384583282008-03-29T23:41:00.001+11:002008-03-30T00:07:19.130+11:00Earth Hour 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkATqt8CY3LPfyQ9lZa0ts52125Db-d8FQgrE5CgRFxXR8axvGiTFML8jKnl8xfU6_ZwWPj6O84qE3cjYykttvOQOHXHvOg8D3iR_VA-RA8njxTyEkwBXqMXtUtXSsFgWW7LiTAg/s1600-h/earth+hour+08+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkATqt8CY3LPfyQ9lZa0ts52125Db-d8FQgrE5CgRFxXR8axvGiTFML8jKnl8xfU6_ZwWPj6O84qE3cjYykttvOQOHXHvOg8D3iR_VA-RA8njxTyEkwBXqMXtUtXSsFgWW7LiTAg/s400/earth+hour+08+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183149364159641426" border="0" /></a>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-57231394819119159502008-03-26T02:58:00.002+11:002008-03-26T03:08:30.272+11:00Looking for Light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIe05m5JOyViF3WsqAHUZnsqLviUqUIdUsufAFtYW6k7DDwyK1jdes450x8l1UL59Bn9ZVATnzmyJOh2Vz03AIj6W0dchrrnLEZbBfoWN6p7vCMdczc6AkBQFodSthEa_ZjUra0Q/s1600-h/easter+sunrise+-+tg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIe05m5JOyViF3WsqAHUZnsqLviUqUIdUsufAFtYW6k7DDwyK1jdes450x8l1UL59Bn9ZVATnzmyJOh2Vz03AIj6W0dchrrnLEZbBfoWN6p7vCMdczc6AkBQFodSthEa_ZjUra0Q/s400/easter+sunrise+-+tg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181709579452872514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Easter morning sunrise @ The Opera House</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">How can i change the world..</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">if i can't even change myself?</span><br /></span><br />Why do i long for something that i haven't known before?<br />Why do i have memories of things not yet come to past?<br />..and if all my questions were answered, would i be satisfied at last?<br /><br />"<i>These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">- C. S. Lewis, 'The Weight of Glory'</span><br /></i>Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7423845.post-28266337919390658612008-03-23T01:15:00.004+11:002008-03-25T12:07:08.279+11:00Mirrors in the Mirror<object width="300" height="80"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yG7CVpfBPE/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yG7CVpfBPE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Spiegel Im Spiegel (Mirrors in the Mirror) </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's late now..</span></span><br />and as soft grey clouds blanket the sky<br />a little girl lays her head down to rest<br />and dreams<br /><br />of castles and princes and smiling faces<br />and so she sleeps<br />she waits<br />she dreams<br /><br />her thoughts on endless tomorrows<br />and mirrors in mirrors<br />wondering what they may bring..Grace Thamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08472795637972943275noreply@blogger.com2