by Rong Xin Choy


My dear, it looks like the world is ending
The sky is scorched and the sea is black
Hold me just a little tighter
As we slow waltz in the fire
Close your eyes and turn your back
Close your eyes and turn your back


by Rong Xin Choy


I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

Pablo Neruda


Just Czeching In

by Rong Xin Choy


Hello Prague, you beautiful (and cheeky) city x

It was a weekend full of bad puns, hearty meals, blueberry beer, castles and new/old and new/new friendships. Quite worth the 4.30am train ride to the airport. 

The unlikely crew // Bridge over troubled waters // Alfons Mucha Museum, flanked by two of his lithograph prints// Chasing the green fairy // Ladies bathed in cathedral light// Some amount of irony in the Castle District 


Surrealist Photography by Oleg Oprisco

by Rong Xin Choy


Sometimes I think I can't run away fast enough from whatever is chasing me. 

I came across the work of Oleg Oprisco the other day and was immediately smitten. The concepts and themes he worked with were haunting and whimsical. The execution of composition and colour palette selection just seamless. I've always liked photography because it makes physical and tangible a fleeting moment in time and space. It captures the essence of what would have been just a memory. It makes it real, something that you can hold in your hands. Not very eloquently but rather accurately put, "Pics, or it didn't happen."

In addition to why Oleg's work is so very magical is that none of these photos are the product of photoshop. His work is shot in film with no digital retouching. Every element you see in each of his photos is the result of clever prop placement, costume design and careful casting. Most surrealist photography, digitally manipulated, is already rather awesome, as by nature of being a photo there is an element of realism. So Oleg's work pretty much destroys the playing field by actually capturing moments that happened in the flesh, taking surrealist photography to a whole new level. 

I think I would fit right into the world that Oleg has created. 

 I've broken them down by theme in the pictures below.

(All photos are intellectual property of Mr Oleg Oprisco and prints of his work can be found here.)

Birds and butterflies 

Floral headpieces

Personification, construction and deconstruction of nature

Love, Longing and Lace 

Holding of tangible objects symbolic of an intagible concept 

Travel, change, wanderlust, distance and potentially shortening that distance (with a phone call)

A mood befitting of these photos is created by Joseph Arthur's 'Honey and the Moon'. 

Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
And deep
As the sea
But right now
Everything you want is wrong,
And right now
All your dreams are waking up,
And right now
I wish I could follow you
To the shores
Of freedom,
Where no one lives.


x

by Rong Xin Choy


Unclench those little fists, my child.
I can see the white of your knuckles.
Are you spoiling for a fight?
No? 

Well, I suppose then that you are just afraid-
I think that you think you will use them if you have to.
Although I should say-
That they won't do much damage-
Except that you might bruise them-
So put them away.

I can see the marks in your palms-
Let's trim those nails,
 Shall we?


Look here, my child. 
Unglaze those eyes.
Blink out the tears that are blurring your vision-
Can you see better now? 

It's alright to let them flow.
Release them, wet your flushed little cheeks-
You're not any lesser for shedding them.
So cry as much as you like-
As loud or as soft as you like-
In any fashion.
Until you are done with it.

Let me know when you are finished-
I'll be right outside.
I'll have cookies. 


Unpurse your lips little one-
You look a little silly with your mouth in a line.
Let them swell up and ripen into a smile.


People will take from you many things, 
And it will be hard-
But send them on their way with a smile.
They cannot steal something you give away free.


Close your eyes, child-
Rest.


An Extract

by Rong Xin Choy


She paused. Her eyes dimmed.  

"You'll fall in love,"  She replied, finally.

"Under the right moonlight, 
with the right person.

They will laugh at your jokes,
at the right moment.

And genuinely find them-
 Hilarious. 

They will tell you, 
You look good, tonight.

And you will reply, 
This old thing
 (Despite having spent
 the greater part of the afternoon
 in some sort of panic.) 

 

You'll fall in love.  

They will tell you, shyly.  
Directly, or in passing-  

How you are the best thing
to ever happen to them. 

And they would mean it.  

They would mean it,  
whether you felt it was true-
Or not?  

 

But just by sitting there,
inches away,
they made the world-

A little safer.  

A little less scary. 

A little less daunting.  

A little more.. 

Colourful.  

 

Just by holding your hand, 
from across the table-


They stilled the storm- 
that you didn't even know-
raged inside your beating heart.

 

So when they look at you,
with eyes that say-  

You Are Their Everything.  

You'll fall in love."

 

She pulled her cardigan around her instinctively, as if she had revealed the bareness of her soul in her words, and stared into her coffee mug. She didn't dare tell him the reverse was true too. He would learn.