Photos are my only reminder that there are still time, life, hope and joy for me. It freezes the split seconds where joy occupies my mind. Yet once the day ends, my eyes’ floodgates opened again and let out a huge gush of water, hugging the contour of my tired face and finally find themselves committing suicide on the floor or getting wiped away by pieces of paper…
(All photos were taken by either me or my dear. Photos with both of us in the frame were taken by my trusty extended left hand.)
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I look at the whole issue within 2 hours after I book out of camp and I had second thoughts.
I may be alone in this, but something is fishy.
I may not know everything, but I smell something.
A fantastic experiment that fits many purpose:
-To get public support by displaying a future leader as “got guts” to complain
-To give public impression that a possible leader is righteous
-To see how information get washed over the net, and how different bloggers will blog desperate on the article to get more blog traffic
-To show how a possible future leader is anti-corrupt
-To show the english standard of a possible future leader
-To yank the public out of the L-dynasty thinking
-To get the Y-generation to stand behind the possible next generation leader, a weak duplication of effect achieved by the old man moving the country forward together with his countrymen in the 60s
And many more, but my brain is not working now, after being dispatched to do marshaling at Esplanade basement carpark from 7+am until 10pm.
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