And so the biggest photography project that I've done has now come to a close (short of processing the photos that I took). It was an epic whole day event that just demanded every ounce of creative energy out of me. Frankly speaking, I don't think I am cut out for the impromptu stresses and pressures of doing the actual wedding day. It is so so soooo hard just to get the moment down, let alone make it look nice. And for some reason, the facial expression that happened to be engraved in my SD card were all not particularly nice. Although I have to say that I'm exercising the flash unit I bought from my former housemate. I think the thought of regret for selling the flash to me has crossed his mind because I used it so rarely. It's been good that I'm kinda practicing some of the techniques that I've learned from a professional wedding photographer that I've been following for quite awhile now.
But enough about the crappy photographer talk. The venue was nice and the chapel was even nicer. Though it was small, it was very cosy once filled up with people all waiting to celebrate the union of the two people they've known and love. I've never been the best man or anyone who would see through the entire wedding procedures, so being the (secondary) photographer gives me a whole new appreciation for the many things that go on leading up to the actual ceremony itself. It's hard not to have fun, I tell you. There are times where I just wanted to put down my camera and just join in. Then I remembered, I have a job to do. I think it is also doubly fun that I've known the bride and groom waaaay even before they were an item and how they each behave. They were certainly a fun couple and I think that makes a lot of difference for something as big as a wedding. Really really fun day but it's super tiring. How can anyone be moving at the end of the day, especially the bride and groom who by then would have been awake since the crack of dawn? And how is it possible that there's this expectation that the newly wedded couple would have *ahem* done stuff that same night? I remember some of us were joking about this at another friend's wedding a few years back and someone said "Later when they will sleep together, I mean they will literally sleep on the same bed". And not some other connotation.
On a separate note, I've seen how God work just to bring some encouragement into one's life at a seemingly random time. After class one day I went to some grocery shopping. There I saw someone who I recognize but have no idea of the name. She on other hand did. So we started talking at the checkout and ended up chatting outside the checkout for about an hour. We then moved to my place since it's just across the road and talked for the next 3 hours. We talked a great deal of things but mainly intellectual stuff. Any normal person who have died in that room for the sheer amount of brainy talk and analyzing many things. Turns out that's what she needed at that time, good intellectual talk. So she left with this refreshed mind to face the world. And that was it. It just seemed so random that I will be talking to this person and so happened to give what she needed. I don't think that was mere coincidence. Just so that you people don't get the wrong idea (yes, I'm looking at you Sie Ming. Especially you.) nothing else happened after that.
Let's see what else...oh yeah. Singapore Film Fest in Melbourne, people! Go for it. Get your tickets here. Movie synopses here. Support these people!
What else...? News.
Hangman's apparent hardest word is shorter than you think. Seriously shorter.
Neil Perry, Guy Grossi and Guillaume Brahimi are Australia's Iron Chefs? I can't see anything good to come out of the Australian version of Iron Chef.
I shall now relabel myself as a digital minimalist, instead of a middle-class hobo. Has a nicer ring to it.
God solves a Rubik's Cube in 20 moves.
Digitizing our cars may not be such a good idea after all.
If this is true, to be comedic is human. As in a sinful human. Maybe that's pushing it a bit.
I've yet to read this in its entirety (because it's 10 freaking pages long), but I do believe I'm in this category. Only thing missing is to move back in with my parents.
Like I've always treated blogging, it's like a diary. Micro-blogging on the other hand seems to be very transient.
I've always thought about what would it be like to be a father. Yet at every time, the conclusion that I will arrive at would be that I will be terrible at it. Seems like according to this, I won't know the real answer until I actually become one.
Moral of this story: Don't let your child watch Iron Man.
Isaac Azimov was correct in predicting our future lives that is today. Have we lost the meaning of friendship in our semi-futuristic today?
Fluidic motion of a glass juggler. And I love that song. That song is here. Too bad that song is not available on iTunes Australia. Rats.
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