Finally Proud
For photography class, we're supposed to do an individual photo essay on any topic that we choose. I chose to do a photo essay on Chinese New Year (CNY), which is hardly surprising since it's next week. I thought it might be easy. I mean, all I possibly had to do was stake out Chinatown and hope to get some decent shots of the celebrations and decorations. But then when Mathias (our photography lecturer/tutor, he's really cool) came around to give his advice and opinion on our chosen topics, he asked me what CNY meant to me. He wanted to know what I wanted to say in my pictures. And I couldn't give him an answer. I gave it some thought later, and I guess what I can say is this. Did you know that I used to hate CNY? I mean, I used to really hate it. I hated the red, I hated the music (I would actually clap my hands over my ears whenever I heard the music), I hated the tacky decorations, I hated everything . Over the years, I guess my supposed hatred diminished, and now ...