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    Learning to see my home in a new light

    Malaysia

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    As night falls, the lights in every unit begin to light up. Each light represent a home with family and friends. From afar, these lights are like the guiding light of the lighthouse that brings each person back to their comfort zones called home. I grew up in a neighbourhood where everyone went on with their lives, oblivious to everyone else's. But here, it almost feels as if we live in a community of close proximity. by: redefined Views[158] Take-away coconuts for a hot day which we can never escape despite the frequent heavy downpour; coconuts are wrapped in plastic bags for convenient carrying purposes as we quench our thirst with the refreshing coconut water. Almost everything in my home country can be taken-away (or in local colloquial terms, tapao). The fruit-seller would zealously chop the coconut open with a well-sharpened blade, creating an almost-pentagon shape and insert a straw. Then he wraps it up in a plastic bag for tapao. by: redefined Views[209] My dearest grandmother would often welcome us with a smile when she remembers us; or when we bring along one of her favourite snacks: red bean paste steamed buns. Her once jet-black hair has faded into snow white hair; every wrinkle on her face documents close to a century worth of experiences. by: redefined Views[271] Even as the monsoon season has arrived, birds still play around in times like these – when the sunlight hits the waters just right – and they occasionally celebrate in dances as such. The two birds flew around in circles with each other right above the surface of the cool waters. They repeatedly fly in this motion but with differing unique patterns, almost as if they were dancing in a pair. by: redefined Views[172] In the morning, the keeper of this place would rise early to attend to the chores around the premise. He tends to the gardens – all the trees, every plants – and he cleans the drains, etc. Morning to morning, he would clean the pool and sprinkle white chlorine powder into the pool. It reminded me of magical fairy dusts. It also made me wonder if anyone else notices him at all as he attend to all the chores in a place we call home. I did not grow up here and I only came to live here when I returned from my study abroad. This may be a condominium but the premise is still considered our home too. He is, in one way or another, keeper of many homes. by: redefined Views[240]
     

    Photos: My Scholarship entry - Revisiting and Redefining A Place Called Home

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    I discovered my love for photography since I was young and continued to rediscover it from time to time. We had an old viewfinder film camera and a free toy camera which I used since I was 10. Then there was the rise of camera phones. As I was swept along ... Read more >
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