Time flies. Sometimes I reminisce about how not so long ago, I was being dressed by mum after a bath, telling her in Cantonese that I want water, but not quite pronouncing it right, I said I wanted lip. She smiled and corrected me.
Time flies. It was only two weeks ago that I found out that a couple whose wedding I captured a year ago is expecting their first baby. I was definitely happy for them and congratulated the father to be when I saw him last weekend.


Time flies. A work colleague asked me how long have I been married. I did a quick calculation, and told him come March next year, it would be five years. I actually surprised myself after I said it.

Time flies. Just five and a half months ago an incredible gift of a baby boy came into our lives and changed us forever. We laughed, we cried, we went crazy with the frustration and lack of sleep, and we laughed some more come the morning.

I do remember what kind of toys I had, but those aren’t the memories that are particularly strong. The connections I made with people, the bonds (good and bad), are what makes me who I am.


And that’s why I choose to take pictures. No, not just that. I capture memories, because I want to remember and savour each moment when I turn 60. Time flies and we forget. What it felt like the day I said “Till death do us part” and walked down the aisle with my wife. The time when it was just the two of us, and thus we had Kate capture the memories of us together. The day Jj was born, and the feelings that came with it.

Time flies and now I am off to bed, having slept maybe 9 hours in the past 2 days.

Edit: I wrote this sometime late last Wednesday (yup, 10pm is the new 12am).