Greetings from Seoul! I’m here for a month of summer studies and the reason I’m writing this is because I haven’t deleted your address from the memo pad on my phone since my last visit to your house. So I thought, why not? ^-^”
I was actually pretty hurt by some of your words that day, even though I might have seemed okay. I was just acting nonchalant to salvage what little dignity I might have left. Though you told me that you hated sentimental people, I realised that I am not sorry for being one. I guess I still can’t get over the fact that we aren’t really friends anymore.
I sincerely hope you are doing fine.
P/S: I chose this postcard as it reminded me of the time we ate Superdog while watching fireworks together at Vivocity. And I can’t help but wonder now, were you really happy then? I knew I was.
Funny how I only come here to whine nowadays. Have been meaning to write a proper post – something this space has been lacking for quite a while. There simply was not enough motivation.
What happened to me?
A takeaway from Madness last semester is that repression is one of the driving factors of craziness. And what is madness? Is it not just a deviation from The Norm? Yet, The Norm is not always right. But I digress. God, my thoughts are a mess.
I guess I’m feeling like a hybrid of Esther, a piano teacher and Veronika now.
Make up your mind, woman! And stick to it, goddamnit.
Hell weeks used to come around every three weeks or so but every week feels like one this semester. The body old, and the mind not as willing to keep up the (super) destructive (super) late nights routine.
Can’t wait for the holidays, four more weeks to go.
Please. Let it all stop.
How did I let myself become like this
In the time to come,
None of these would matter. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight?
Leave it all behind.
I’ve always knew that being a good photographer meant more than having a good camera. To be acutely aware of what setting combinations to use for what subject and all sorts of a range of other variables… it’s no wonder why I never had an interest in photography. Ha.
From reading manuals, consulting google and fiddling with Gracie’s Canon AE-1 Program to getting totally confused, loading the film, making a wasted trip out of the house and being scared to death – all in a single morning – at least I think I’ve learnt something.
Cheers to having taken a baby step out of my comfort zone today.
Learn, not look smart. Better a fool for a brevity than one for a lifetime.