Yung & Easily Freudened

I think I figured out one of my purposes in life. I want to snap pictures of people where they actually like themselves. Pictures where people actually  look like some element of how they are, act, speak, believe. These aren’t the best, but something like these.

Frannie, 2005.

Goodenough, 2005

My sister and dad, Turkiye

Chimmikins, 2005

Stephala & Claire. They’re really like that.

Su in Malacca

Indian Boys

Street kid

And his mama.

Street girl, who reminded me of someone only I can’t remember who

My cousin Seema

Gramma

My perpetually drunk uncle

On the train to Pune, my aunt & Seema.

My cousin Sharon.

My cousin Manisha.

8D HOLA. I return from bali, tanned and cheery and NOT completely stoned outta my mind.

Asian holidays are bargaining in broken bahasa melayu until you are sure you are exploiting the fler in some way, depriving him from buying his kid a batik shirt or an Indonesian storybook about Hang Jebat. Back at rehearsals now, and am seeing life through librarian eyes! 8D Will be back when the Midol/tea tree kicks in.

Just a message to the d’uhest Indon I know, if she actually comes here, ‘cause it’s noted on my to-do list:

LOVE YOU LA, ‘GELA YOU FREAK.

I bumped into all sorts of peoples today. Via not-so-surprise smses, and some super surprise smses, with them rushing in like unexpected cloudy days promising to rain in a stretch of blistering heat. So I put down The Fountainhead to laugh at Simei, my friend’s friendly friend, the mats doing smoky business and the wide open spaces within my reach.