Into the sea of waking dreams

Others check their phones for the time, Mr. Bryan checks his camera.

After several days of employing a stool, Miss Chua can’t be bothered any more.

After half an hour of looking for the mozzarella without success, Miss Lim figured it was time to just order a pizza and be done with it.

The group was spellbound as Michael Sam’s story of rescuing the entire staff of Wendy’s unfolded.

A momento of their narrow escape.

Pretending to be a dog on the last day of camp isn’t quite standard behaviour, but I suppose one must be prepared for certain irregularities.

Love is beautiful . . . mostly.

An unmistakable gaze.

The inevitable result.

Quite a steady-looking pose. Perhaps she can inherit my camera.

Just as Miss Jojo’s foot slipped on the banana peel, she managed to face the camera.

But surely El Presidente’s not that heavy.

Keep myself tethered to the days I try to lose

Just in time, his finger stopped Mr. Nicolas’s glasses falling off.

A brave Chelsea supporter with a friend who appears to be wearing an Adidas waistcoat. What next?

Miss Jojo demonstrating how she takes bulls by the horns.

‘Aw, I can’t remember. Is my blood type AB or A positive?’

Some males, it seems, have little shame in owning girls’ wallets, and less shame displaying them.

Perhaps Mr. Bryan felt it would be safer to protect his eyes from the pearly whiteness of Miss Chua’s teeth. Or perhaps not.

Those without the advantage of such protection just avert their eyes and hope for the best.

She might have turned it upside down if we hadn’t stopped her halfway.

Obviously contemplating the fragility of human existence.

‘If you can cut the jagung bakar in two, that’ll be great, ‘cos I can continue taking pictures that way.’

Michael Sam found David Wong’s old jeans a little unmanageable after a while.

So many of these newer buses lack curtains that many passengers have taken to crouching low in their seats.

This is the noise that keeps me awake

Miss Evelyn could still read most of the eye chart.

So experienced is Mr. Channin at picking corn kernels that he has no need to look at the cob.

‘No, that doesn’t count. You squashed it beyond recognition.’

When he gets a lens big enough to cover the whole face, his mission’s complete.

Miss Irene’s photogenic tip #7: If possible, stand next to people who are wetter than you.

Exactly where the rest of the camera was at the time is probably not good to speculate about.

Though rare, singing to one’s camera in the hopes of maximising its performance is quite a profound belief.

The price of taking one’s own picture with a DSLR, of course, is a certain amount of shake. But that doesn’t stop some.

A moderately electrified Piglet.

Radiance’s powers of concealment improve with each passing year.

‘Is that my elbow in his eye? Tee hee.’

‘Awesome! My power stance craps over all of theirs.’