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photography (I)

As I was putting together my résumé, I decided to include all the photo assignments I did when I took a module called photojournalism. 

It was my first time using a DSLR and it was the first time I was taught to use it as well. Most of my assignments required time but it was time I was glad to spend shooting randomly in a random place although people passing by did not spare me their glares. I am no professional to begin with, which would explain why this module was a challenge since photojournalism is not just about photography, but I enjoyed the module very much.


Below you will find the images I had submitted for the 7 assignments. My other trial images are saved in my old Macbaby which is no longer accessible now. If you're wondering, the last assignment was a photo essay and I believe I've shared it here once before but I'll share it again just for the sake of it.


I cannot remember the description of each assignment but I will try my best  to recall.


#1. Strangers


There were some 30 photos that made the first cut but 30 is a whole lot of images to share in one post. The 3 below are the ones that made the final cut, according to my own standards.






#2. Portraits

Similarly, I found some 10 photos that made the first cut but I decided on the 2 below as my final submission.




"Although single, Reena Wee, 23, intends to spend Valentine's Day celebrating the love she has for her 8-year-old Shetland Sheepdog, something she enjoys doing on a daily basis. Despite feeling weary and worn out at the end of a long day at work, Reena is nothing short of happy to bring Shelty his walk.
When her sister asks her why she's still unattached, she'd say, "Aiya, what will happen, will happen but I have Shelty anyway."
/// L-R: Reena Wee is all smiles while she brings Shelty for his walk. "



"No matter 14 February or not; every day is Valentine's Day for Reena Wee; 23. Since 8 years ago; Shelty has become a constant in her life and she showers him with endless love. "I wake up every morning and I see baby sleeping at my feet. I come back home every evening and see baby waiting for me at the door; " says Reena, when asked if she ever felt lonely because she was single.


Even though she would eventually want to settle down and have her own family, she is happy to spend time with Shelty. She adds: "He's always there for me. But not every boyfriend can do that for his girlfriend.""

For this assignment, we tried captioning as well so I included them below each image.

Just an extra: below is an image my tutor said would be better than the image above. You be the judge.


#3. (Can't quite remember but something about religion)


"When he was just 3-years-old, Dinish Wee, now 28, suffered from leukemia. Back then, his worried mother went to the Hindu temple every day and prayed to Lord Mariamman for her son's recovery. Since recovering, Dinish committed himself to Lord Mariamman. 

Almost every day for as long as he can remember, Dinish does the prayers at home in the evening. As the only male in the family, and with traditional views favoring the male, his mother would always insist he does the prayers. But what began as a responsibility forced upon him turned built the foundation of his faith that keeps him going."



"In the daily prayers, Dinish faithfully follows through a 6-step-process. What sounds like a long-drawn process is something Dinish completes without complaint/hesitation. True enough, there are days he chooses to skip the entire process but there is not a day he doesn't enter the prayer room.

As a oil surveyor, Dinish leaves home at all sorts of timing. Sometimes at 6AM, sometimes at 1PM, sometimes 8PM and sometimes even 3AM; but he makes it a point to pray before he leaves home. Not just because his job is dangerous (climbing shore tanks and taking samples) but because he feels safer wherever he may be when he holds God close."


#4. People without People


"When someone we never thought we had to live without stops coming home, the only thing that's left is the void he/she left behind. No matter how hard we try, no matter how much time passes, that void will probably remain for a long time. Even though the adult in us has learned to move, sometimes the child in us continues to wish for him/her to miraculously show up at our doorsteps. And that thought will probably stay for an even longer time to come."

The photo above I secretly dedicate to my daddy.



"On a rare evening, all four sides of the dining table is filled. Amidst busy schedules and personal time, we often find we don't converse enough with our families and we don't know them as well as we thought we always did. But when the food is laid and attendance is full, it reminds us how precious family is and the conversations, no matter how small, is part of the common thread that binds us all together."

#5. This was a re-captioning exercise so no photos.

#6. (Can't remember either) but you're about to see one of my favourite photos!


"In the midst of becoming accustomed to a busier schedule, a more hectic lifestyle, we probably forgot what it feels like to sink into a cushioned chair, sip on a cup of tea and just let your mind loose. On some days, though, we need to slow down, take a break and just appreciate all the normally insignificant details. We will never outrun Time so slow down. Amidst the continuous battle with never-endling assignments and deadline, Life should be more about catching up with an old friend over dessert or lazing in bed for an extra 5 minutes every morning. Slow down, live a little but laugh a lot."

#7. The photo essay is originally in PDF form but to share it here, I've changed it to JPEG form. Not sure if it affects the quality though but here goes:



You can click on the photo essay for clearer viewing but I've removed the links to all other images because the kiasu me is afraid people might misuse them. Hah, but what are the chances anyway?

Anyway! This summarises all the images I did for my photojournalism module. All technical issues/problems were addressed in class so the images here are definitely not perfect since I shot them on my own. Nonetheless, I'm pretty proud of myself, heh.

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