I always have a blue notebook in my pocket. I get to meet a lot of people everyday, some very close to heart. I want to gaze at them longer. This moment, this ambience, this form shall not return. So I listen to their stories in silence as I try to capture them imitating a painter taking as much time as I can. My amateur hands can never capture them. Only the stories are left in the little blue book, clenched in my hand.