Unpacking my baggage

Old photo shot last year with Maria. God, you do not know how many times I tried to get this shot. I tried black and white film on two separate occasions, before giving up and getting it on digital. Same bed, same pose. SAD. I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again. I'm exhausted. I have a bunch of photos to edit and submit for uni, a CD of photos for a client, a bunch of event posters designs for AIESEC and personal photos to go through and fix up for myself. Why is this so tiring but at the same time, so fun? I think I have a thing for hoarding in all the responsibilities and piling the deadlines upon myself. Such a failure.

So I'm sitting on a train to work at 8 in the morning, there's no sun and rain is sprinkling. Despite the fatigue that lingers and lulls in my body, I'm thinking, 'Damn, things are pretty okay'. I may have, from time to time, whined about being stuck in a routine, but it's so like me, that at the same time, I enjoy it. Who am I to deny that I am indeed a closet lover of the safer option, schedules and comfort. I enjoy boredom. Oxymoron? I appreciate knowing what will come next, yet, at the same time I thrive upon the idea of spontaneity. And this is exactly where it feels like I'm constantly at crossroads. Let me know when you have figured out a way to balance the two.

In case you were wondering - Lucas (the toddler) is not my baby.

Taken on top of steps in Macau. A view from the balcony of a Vietnam hotel. Taken on the Summer of 2009-2010. I've been missing that Summer (and every other summer before that)...largely due to the constant, droning reminders of the mediocrity of my current day-to-day life. What a stark comparison? I miss the lack of routine and responsibilities. It was tooooooo gooood.

Lucas - I stand corrected that he is currently the cutest toddler on this planet. So this marks the very beginning of the publicising of my life, photos and all that jazz.