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2012 | 1 month ago 
Underlying.
Marina Barrage, 2012.
I am endearingly nicknamed as Nua Queen by my beloved friends.
Why so, one may ask?
Cause I fight to stay true, to myself and the people around me who matters.
Then, I give myself splendid reasons on earth to be sluggish after that :)
Why so, one may ask?
Cause I fight to stay true, to myself and the people around me who matters.
Then, I give myself splendid reasons on earth to be sluggish after that :)
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2012 | 2 months ago 
Because the young ones didn’t had a worry in the world at all.
Dong Thap Province, Vietnam, 2012.
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2012 | 2 months ago 
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2012 | 2 months ago 
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2011 | 6 months ago 
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2011 | 8 months ago
Of Time, Moments and Memories
Time is linear; moments that have passed will never return again. We remember some parts and leave out others. We make some parts better and others worse. With time, these memories become hazy, and they will never represent the moments as they truly happened.
Then there’s this amazing thing called photography. Although you might only be able to capture a negligible proportion of the infinite moments that slip away everyday, sometimes you can still feel a little less powerless against time.
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2011 | 9 months ago
“ Each came for a reason and died taking a chance. They were veterans and amateurs staff shooters and independents, gun-toters and pacifists. One never sold a photograph, two had Pulitzer Prizes. Some were buried with honors and mourned by nations; others simply disappeared. They came from around the globe to become the greatest assemblage of photojournalists in history.
Some stayed on for the glory, the money, the thrill. Others returned again and again, because it was the place to be. North Vietnamese and Viet Cong shooters didn’t have a choice; their orders said stay ‘til victory or death.
All lived for the next picture; it could be the best one of all.
It is for their photographs, not their dying, that the world remembers them. Tod Bartismus
Some stayed on for the glory, the money, the thrill. Others returned again and again, because it was the place to be. North Vietnamese and Viet Cong shooters didn’t have a choice; their orders said stay ‘til victory or death.
All lived for the next picture; it could be the best one of all.
It is for their photographs, not their dying, that the world remembers them. Tod Bartismus
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2011 | 10 months ago 
Handicraft for sale at the night market.
Luang Prabang, 2011.
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2011 | 10 months ago 
Children being street vendors are a common sight at Luang Prabang. The little girl was selling items to be used for their praying sessions.
Luang Prabang, 2011.
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