4D-(Assignment 1) Picture Story-Curating Self (Task 2)

A SIGNIFICANT PLACE OF MINE 

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The place I choose is my grandmother’s (mother side) place, I was basically brought up by my grandmother because my parents are busy. This place not only contain my childhood memories but also a place where i share memories with my grandmother. The market,playground and park are side by side and is basically where i spend my every at. Those are days where we have no responsibility, no electronic devices, no close doors in the corridors, noisy sound of auntie chit chatting and we get sad just because your friends sunny side up is crispier than yours.

Through my lens, I want to bring you through my life when i was young, these photos are all taken at the perspective and eye-level of what I see when i was young. What i do at a certain time, and how my day passes.

As I walk pass these places, memories starts to bounce back. Each photo tells a story, a happy one because of all the funny memories, a sad one because some auntie and uncle aren’t around anymore.

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STORY

When i was young, everyday after dinner my grandmother or my grandfather would take me with them down to the park while they start their daily night chatting session with the other grandparents. All of the children would dash to our heaven-the playground. We play game like hide and seek, mad cow diseases. Mad cow diseases is the game where you get infected once the catcher catches you and then you and the catcher would spread the diseases to others by catching them. SO FUN! One of my favorite hiding spot would be under the playground. This photo shows what I see when I hide underneath the playground. Actually it’s a pretty or probably the worse hiding spot. No wonder i always end up being the catcher at the second round.

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This is a view from the top on the playground looking down at the spiral ladder. This is my biggest fear of all when I was child, don’t ask my why i don’t know, but I am just super scare of going down the spiral ladder. I have no problem climbing up the ladder infact when I up, I feel like i’m at the top of the world or I instantly grow up 50cm, but when I look down i’m only two step above the ground. So this perspective shows you the view of my biggest fear in my childhood. And i focus and blur out the image so the focus would be drawn towards the middle and by taking from this view it’s shows a depth as the spiral became smaller and smaller further away form us.

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This is my view when I sit on the floor and waited for my chance to play the swing. When you’re young the longest queue in your life is not of some famous Michelin store, or milk tea, or some limited MacDonald toy or even 8 million ToTo prize money. The longest queue is just a simple queue for the chance to play the swing. The swing in the playground have this policy, the older ones usually get the change to play first or the upper primary one, the younger you are the longer you have to queue especially if you’re a girl. In the eyes of our grandparents, they always think hmmm… the olders one let the younger one play but actually they doesn’t know how long we’ve queue for this chance. So i remember this view clearly because I always sit on the ground for about an hour just to get my chance.

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The next day morning, especially during the weekends. Children always wake up super early like 6 7 in the morning. Pretty stupid now I think about it. Even early in the morning we children would have tonnes of energy to play. So before heading to the market with my grandmother, I would be allowed to play hide and seek at the park beside the market. At first glace of this photo you might not know what this is, but this is actually a view of me hiding behind a void deck pillar looking through the cut out hole design on the pillar. I always hide behind this pillar and peak through the hole to see where the catcher is. This is my favorite photo in the series because it best convey my feeling and I believe people around our age would be able to relate this photo.

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When I was young, this auntie is like the goddess of mercy 觀音菩薩 to me. she have all the snacks that we love as a child. From biscuit to bread, to what we call the pong piah or sor da piah. She have basically everything, when she gave me some snacks for free, i’ll worship her even more. She is so cute that when I ask if I can take a photo of her, she smile and say she must pose nice nice ( sui sui) for me. SO CUTE!

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Last photo, is the vegetable store I got abandoned. Whenever my grandmother reach the market she would always have her daily chit-chat session with the auntie in the market. And these chit chat session usually last for hours, during these hours I would be let freely to loiter around the market, the thing about knowing the people in the market is that they would help you look after your kid, you don’t have to worry them getting lost unless you abandoned them. And yes, my grandma did, after her chit chat session she always forget about me. And I would run back to this vegetable store and ask the auntie where my grandmother is. The funny thing is she’s always in shock ” 你阿嘛又忘记你啊?!” direct translate mean ” your grandma forget about you again ah?!” I don’t understand why is she so shock because it happen quite frequently. Then i would wait there until my grandma remembers me and pick me up, but that’s when she’s almost done with her groceries shopping.

Teacher Ru Yi Suggestion: She suggest that in this photo i could probably take a photo with the more visible, probably more centralized and focus.

OVERALL

Overall, I really enjoyed this assignment. To be honest if it’s not this assignment I would not have visit this place again, and not realized how much I actually misses this place and my childhood. And how much i should treasure what’s left, even though many are not there anymore.

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Instead of Rejected these are some more photos of my view as a child and would like to share:)

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