Rapunzel

Day and Night
Night and Day
Waiting for the Prince
Her hair becomes shorter and shorter
but her neck grows longer and longer...



03.12.2011

This would be my last portrait in Melbourne for the year 2011.
Another great shooting experience - we were warned by the security guard of the building.

I am now back home in Malaysia!
The journey back Kuala Lumpur last year was a turbulent, mom forgot to leave the house key for me,
on top of that I also couldn't reach my best friends' mobile phones.
With no mobile phone credit and with a few of pennies, I had to borrowed money to spent a night in a budget hotel.
This time I boarded a midnight flight, reached Kuala Lumpur at 6.30am then caught a 9am flight back to Kuantan. Didn't really fall asleep during the 8 hours flight, I was so tired.
The distance form LCCT to KLIA takes only 15 minutes but I had to spent a shocking amount of taxi fare.

Everything looks familiar yet strange back at home:
Malaysian  drink filtered drinking water or boiled water instead of tap water, which is is sweeter and smoother.
The rubber in my short pants has harden because it wasn't been wore for a year.
The voice of my soon-to-be-eight-year-old dog has changed, maybe it's the sign of aging. Even some people I known have passed away.

Dad looked like a Rapunzel with a long neck while waiting for me at the local airport.
I gave dad a big smile, opened my arms to hug my him.
He was shocked.
I then hugged my brother. He was feeling uneasy as well. Funny.
At least I did hug my family at last although this was the first time I hug them!
Our dog DingDong was waiting at the door as usual when we finally arrived at home.
Expecting her to welcome me but she passed by me and went for dad istead. Sad!!!
For the next few hours I was trying hard to make DingDong recognize me.
Now finally she remembers me, she would knocked my room door at 7.30am just to use my toilet for a morning loo. From stranger back to buddies!
She remembers how I play with her.
She remembers how I kiss her face.

Imagine what's the feeling like when our parents or grandparents do not recognize us?
Imagine what's the feeling like for our parents and grandparents when we ignore them?
After listening to grandpa's tragedies during the World War II, I must always remind myself to be grateful.
We were born because of our ancestors' courage and strong will to live during their turbulent times of war.
Forget about all the excuses how busy you are to earn all the extra money,
nothing is more worthy than seeing the big smiles on our parents and grandparents faces when you spent some time visiting them.

Bare in mind that we only have one family in this world.