Black Birthday

All I want is black balloons for my birthday.

Perhaps I can have a black wedding one day, or a gothic wedding... 
But the elderly will definitely forbid me to do so. 

One of my male classmate started to call me "black cat" when we were 13 years old, so the others followed, therefore "black cat" became my nickname during high school. 
Why "black cat"? He said I have cat's eyes, and tan skin. 
This guy has a "meow" or "miao" as his middle name, which made me think it's so funny for the "miao" to call me "black cat".

We are busy converting our garage into a small home business - selling Polaroid films and cameras.

Now my favourite black winter jacket is all covered with white paint (which I am quite upset with) after three days of painting the ceiling, wall and furniture.
We are not the fussy type - we just bought the cheapest wall paint and used it universally on everything.


I must do some portrait shoots with the seasoned wall and ceiling before converting the garage into a white SOHO (small office/home office). Thanks to Kit for lending me his 11mm wide angle lens, otherwise we would have problem putting me in the frame.


And also thanks to our generous owner for allowing us to convert the garage into a SOHO. But painting this 70 years plus old garage is not an easy job - sand and cement was peeling from ceiling and hitting our eyes, faces and heads while we were applying layers of paint. 


Yay! We are opening our SOHO during mid winter and we shall have black pudding!

Black Winter

The Black Witch arises in winter

Using Black Balloons as her potions

Giving them to the pretty girls in town

She will forever be the prettiest girl 

Black and White are my all time favourite colours. 

Matt once asked me what's my favourite colour? I answered black and white.

"It's monochrome, not colour." he said. 

He's right, and then I was thinking hard what's my colour beside black and white? I am still pondering...

Finally I bought myself some black balloons! Black balloons! Don't they look cool?!

Bringing black balloons back to the car with joy and singing "yayay yayay", I felt like I was the most annoying person but I don't care! I have black projects to do!

Black dresses are just lovely. They are the saviour for wardrobe malfunction - you will never go wrong.

I wander if there is anyone who doesn't have a black piece in her wardrobe?

On the contrary I never have a pink piece in my wardrobe.

Or is there anyone who wears only black in her whole life? Interesting person hey!

Black hair looks sexy, with red lips and a black dress (sounds like Amy Winehouse, but I prefer Kristen Stewart's style). 

I simply accept the fact that I am not born with an angelic face, so I need to be confident with my witchery look.

Oh and don't forget about the black nail polish! Mom used to complain about my all-black style, but then she dyed her hair back to black, put some black pieces on her and tried my black nail polish, she just looked so hot! Well done on the make over, mom.

Whenever I feel clueless in editing a photo, black and white will save my day, or the photo.

Simply convert a colour photo to black and white... Poff! I always fall into the "black" magic!

Black June

We only said good-bye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to black

It's a damp cold June. I decided to celebrate June with six black balloons.

With no time to grief, I keep walking, keep walking with my black balloons... 

And letting them go one by one, just like how I decided to let go the sorrow I have been carried for the past ten years.

Black is my colour. Some said I have a witchery look, some said I am a emo queen.

The Satan never stop trying to disturb me as he sees potential in me...potential in bringing a great harm to my loved ones. Instead of losing myself to evilness, I am practicing God's words whenever I faced turbulent in my life.

Lately I am haunted by my boyfriend's pasts. 

It took him great courage to confess all his sins to me, afraid that I might judge him and lost my temper.

Thank God he is no more the person he used to be, he is now a valiant man.

But honey, can you please confess everything in one time, instead of throwing a bomb to me every now and then as my heart is as fragile as a glass?

To keep your dark secret underneath your heart forever or to make yourself vulnerable in telling the truth? 
You will feel the true revolution, if you choose to spill the black potion. 

The Traveller

Dedicated to Izzy, Claire, Maria, Slava, Priscilla, Justus and Catarina,

Inspired by my dearest couch surfers.


Izzy, my first surfer once told us the amazing experience of her Kiwi employer while we were picnicking at Brighton Beach.
Her employer was able to live without any money in his pocket while he was backpacking.
In fact he was working hard and travelling smart at the same time.
Anything is possible as long as we are willing to work hard.


I admire Priscilla's bravery, as she is a real survivor.
 It was interesting to know that she is close to one of her couch surfing host and actually travels with them in New Zealand.
The father of this family is a journalist and the whole family travel all around the globe.
Surprisingly all the children were born in different countries.
What a gypsy lifestyle! Priscilla told me she wants to live like a gypsy as well!


We met Tanit and Jordi in Japan.
They said precious items actually bring burden, if we never own them we never have to worry about their safety!
To be able to live freely without worrying about our precious items is one of the happiest things on earth. Their approach has leave a deep impact in my life.
When we were travelling in Japan, we were rushing to cover as many places as we can and took as many photos as possible -- to keep the memories tangible.
On the other hand, Tanit and Jordi were having a fun and just relax while travelling.
Thanks to them, I have learn to take everything easy, always look around and enjoy my surrounding, instead of busy shooting everything with my cameras.
Learning to let go will conquer the biggest fear in our lives.


The best thing of travelling is to share wonderful and interesting stories with family and new found friends. It's not about showing off how many countries one has been to, it's sharing!
Just like when Catarina told us there is an Onion Festival in Switzerland every November and baked us a onion cake, we were so grateful to learn about it this way!


We see European backpackers everywhere and I really salute them for their independent personalities.
They worked very hard since they were in their teens and saved all up for travelling.
On the contrary, most Asian are very family dependent and most of us are unwilling to get out from our comfort zone.


So... to step out of my comfort zone look and like a gypsy, I am planning to do a dreadlocks like Priscilla's and Justus's!