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To be frank, I haven't been able to cope with anything. Anything in general. Not since I got back. Its going on 5 months, actually. Painting doesn't help. Taking pictures doesn't either. You see, the heart wants what the heart wants. And its not getting what it wants. But, its not so sure about what it wants. Not anymore.
Sometimes you look back on things and certain memories just stand out. It is not random; you secretly long for it. And you secretly know it. It is only sad when you know that it is not certain when you will feel the same way again. Photographs are nice. They are somewhat surreal when you stop and think about it. They're things that have already happened and probably will never happen again, at least not arranged in the same exact way yet here you are staring at them in still images. You always feel extremely sad at first to acknowledge that its over and done with but then a little bit later you realise that you feel happy as well. I personally prefer them over videos cause with pictures, its a different feeling each time. You remember particular fragments of the story and the rest another time.
I don't usually write very long but I find that I cannot contain my feelings lately.
I've been thinking about becoming an architect again after I had decided not to a while back. I don't know.
Lemon Taxi & Sir Blue Eyes to keep me company. Hey, the bedroom's big enough to fit the three of us. Been quite the gloom lately, sensitive and obsessive BUT theres a week left of break and I'm ready for some PARTYYYYYING! Well, either that.... or studying. I'll probably be forced to do the latter.
I've been thinking about becoming an architect again after I had decided not to a while back. I don't know.
Flew to Makassar by myself and stayed there a couple of days at a relative's house. It was a nice break from the big city. Made friends from strangers. Got lost. Ate early. Slept late. Good times.
