Hundreds of miles apart, those marked distance ain't just in geographical measurement, but the hearts of my family; my Brother, Mum and Dad. A family of 4, distance of infinity and more. Bitterness, unforgiveness, hurt and disappointment in combination, yielding forth rejection and separation. As CNY dawns, a time of reunion not fulfilled, hopes and dreams seem so distant, let alone reconciliation. When's the restoration? At one's death bed spells too late...

First ever return trip for CNY depicts apprehension. My spine shivers and trembles as the auspicious red nears, will the tears of fear turn into love so dear? The yesteryears...

Photography, it captures the essence of life, the joy and hope that can never be bought. Guitar, it helps me cries out in the battle of agony versus remedy. They make up the loss and fill in the gaps of the missing ray. Yet in all these, the shattered bits and pieces, don't seem easy to mend. What will break that which is already broken? What will awake that which is already awaken?

My heartbeats, my heart beats...