Of the many things that Singapore is different from Ipoh (or Malaysia to be specific), there is one thing which I am most aware of within myself. That one thing which I feel uneasy and uncomfortable with every time I come home. That one thing is the lack of a sense of security. Back in Singapore, I could walk and roam the streets at 4 o’clock in the morning still feeling relatively safe (I’m actually more afraid that I might bump into other… things, if you catch my drift). Here, I’m scared to even walk out to my house compound at 12 midnight. Who knows, some psycho might be lurking in the darkness with a parang.
I complained of a lack of inspiration and interesting subjects to photograph. I seriously think I need to get out of the house more often to find stuff to shoot. But we all know snatch thieves are quite common in Malaysia (no, I don’t carry a handbag if you’re wondering) and I’d hate to lose or damage my camera to some faggy pussy on a motorbike.
Fortunately, inspiration did somewhat hit me closer to home. I wanted to do a mini theme on stolen or vandalized properties.
A fire hydrant with its covers stolen.
A pipe with a stolen pipe meter.
No doubt, paranoia kicked in the moment I stepped out of the gates of my house with the 400D in my hands. But I guess, if something unfortunate did happen, I would’ve been bitching about it right from the start. My paranoia might be somewhat uncalled for but I think its better to be safe than sorry. I’ll leave the street photography back in Singapore.