Photography trip to Kampung Baru

Embarked on my first photography trip to the quasi-village that is Kampung Baru.

The air was filled with excitement for the coming elections. Almost everything was draped in various party flags and posters, even the houses.

Propaganda t-shirts.

It’s like a messy clash of old and new there. Modern, art deco-ish street lights and decorative poles were being erected for beautification purposes but they clash horribly with the humble traditional houses and food stalls. Well, elections are coming and someone has to be seen doing some work, aye?


The kids were very curious and friendly. All of them wanted to have their pictures taken. I could only indulge them…. :)

Happy boy. Just looking at this picture makes me want to smile :)

The stood quietly and posed for me.

While the adults were working or busy discussing about politics at the food stalls, the children chilled outside their homes.

Children chilling.

Found someone who look kind of out of place and confused.

Confused girl.
Confused little girl.

We had an early dinner at one of the food stalls. The food was cheap and fantastic! I ate loads of beef lungs and tripes. Hmmm hmmm hmm hmmm hmmmm….


Mixed rice.
Beef lungs, beef tripe, beef, belacan and some vege. Spicy and addictive….

Dree tucking in.
Dree tucking in.

The trip ended pretty early due to the rain. We were lucky that we’re so near our car when the sky started to pour.

Rachel, Dree and KY just before the rain set in.

This was my last picture from Kampung Baru.

Flags at dusk.

We adjourned to Starbucks, chatted and drank expensive fumigated coffee till the clock struck 12. What an awesome Sunday!

Pictures in original sizes can be viewed here.


The car broke down. And rendered me a handicap the whole freakin day -_-

I missed a photoshoot with the boo in Shah Alam and Michelle’s retail party, so sorry babe =(

Damn it!!! Just when I finally could have some semblance of me time without getting bogged down by work related stuff, the car had to die on me.

I had already slathered myself in sunscreen and insect repellant for the morning’s macro shoot. The car was literally turned into citronella on wheels. Then as I approached the turnoff to Shah Alam from LDP, just before the traffic lights beneath the bridge, it died. Right on the middle of the road where cars were fast and impatient to clear the traffic lights. It was quite scary, couldn’t even get down to push it to the side and not like there were emergency lanes to begin with.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tow truck came. Dude was very nice, he gave me a lift home even though he didn’t need to do so.

I had charged my camera nicely for the shoot as well as Michelle’s party (was determined to camho!) but alas…..

I did use it to document my misfortune though. Poor tow truck guy must have thought he was giving a lift to a nut case. Here is the set of pictures I shall call “Stalled”.

Shell necklace from Philippines to remind you of the beach.

Only coin undiscarded for Touch N Go.

Have you sat in a tow truck before?

Weathered hand humbles me.

No rest, not even on a Saturday.

p/s: Two of my friends got married on Friday, to each other. I’m so happy for you two =)

Best wishes to both of you!