and the image of myself hiding and crying in the storeroom keeps replaying on my mind.

And this solitude is really seducing.

I need sx-70 blend. I want to try out manipulation on poloroid films.

I would love to step into a lavender garden. I imagine myself taking the first whiff of the smell of lavender and wet grass in spring. Its gentle, soothing smell would then overwhelm my nose. And the sea of light purple blanket is dancing in the wind as if its dancing to the rhythm of a sad song. I would run around in circles in the garden barefooted with someone, someone I love to hang out with. Laughing and rolling in the grass. And taking avant-garde photos with my sx-70. Or step in the backyard laden with 3 inch thick snow in a typical lonely December. Lying in the snow, making snow angels. Hoping and praying they will make life better.

Sometimes I wonder if I really know myself. I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name. And the only thing I feel bad about starting a new life is leaving my best friend behind.

Never ending

Its 11:08pm. I have yet to study for my add math test, yet to evaluate my buddy of which the deadline was today and no one reminded me and that the meeting is tomorrow, yet to think of what to get for my super busy friend of which he wont be replying to my messages from 6th to the 10th and totally refuse to tell me what he is doing and yet to think of something for MBFSWV (lol, try decoding it).

My friend's running away from home. ):

here's the gist of what happened today.
Had school. Heard his melodious voice. Helped to move house. Apparently, had my bag locked in my friend's house. went home without my bag. Had tuition. went out to get my bag. watch television. got an email about getting paid to crew. fell in love with the sx-70 again. now blogging and thinking of other things i have to do.

I'm in love, definitely.

First attempt at poetry.

here's my first attempt at poetry. Don't laugh. I was thinking about it while walking back home.

My heart you tore
I know I'm such a bore
Here I pen you down a love song
I promise it wont be long

Awwww.... although nothing in relation to me. Thats all i could think of though. right-.- photo shoot with the SX-70!:D I suppose I'll just go with the flow.

My little suicide

my little suicide. Done over the last december holidays if i remembered correctly. All I remembered was we played settlers and scrabble. Hope i didnt suck.

nostalgia

Polaroids gives me a feeling of nostalgia.

Thank God for polaroids, the existence of the SX-70 and for loveeeeeeeee! :D (stock up while it lasts!)

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy,it does not boast,it is not proud. It is not rude,it is not self-seeking,it is not easily angered,it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
Keep love pure.

Happy birthday, Xinyi. soon, at least.