Was just looking through my old archives to dig for photos for a website revamp, and gawd, I can’t believe the number of photo-crimes I’ve committed!
Full albums of unusable photos, atrocities I can’t believe I’ve sent to people at one point of time. It’s amazing, really.
Looking back, I’ve come a long way. I’d like to think I don’t commit such crimes anymore, but unfortunately my recent experiences suggest otherwise. Oh well, at least nowadays I do generate at least one keeper per
I just finished watching Juno, and it’s such an interesting, whacked-out, oddly simple and normal show. But I love it.
I guess for every show, different people will take away different things, and right now what I’m feeling is that feeling of happiness where I love to have, but hate to lose. In many ways, Juno reminds me of a girl who I would love, who is quirky that way, because I like quirky things. And despite being quirky, she remains so ordinary. Like you and me. That’s what really makes it for me in this show.
After all, it is a show about love. About who is the one who will love you forever and ever. And she found him.
And for me, it will be the vicarious experience of living through her life. And her life. Juno wasn’t the only story I enjoyed tonight. I was fortunate enough to be told another story while I was watching it. It’s a funny feeling, really. It’s like a character coming out of a storybook and saying hi to me. I feel like this everytime I meet someone like this, like when I met Jan.
It’s that feeling of surrealness, that the person is so different from what you know around you, that you wonder if this moment is even real. And when you look back later, it’s not a memory, it’s a story.
I really don’t wanna lose this feeling, I don’t. But I’m not sure if I can keep it either. I’ve never been good at keeping things. The only thing I steal are stories. Maybe she’ll last a few more short weeks in my life, and then she’ll vanish without a trace. But maybe, just maybe, she won’t, and I finally get to write a new chapter in my story.
A random rant, but recently, I’ve been in contact with a number of young’uns, and they’ve made me wonder about this thing called love, and of relationships. (And I’m feeling really old and miserable, because I’m referring to 19 year olds as young’uns…)
I suppose it’s been awhile since I really thought about such things, as we’re all just so busy with our FYPs, projects, and school, that most of my uni friends have little time to talk about such things. It’s like we’ve grown past the stage where such things matter, and they just become another part of life. I mean, they do matter, and we do talk about it, but it’s always from a more pensive and contemplative tone. We discuss and philosophise, but we hardly gush and get emotional about it.
That’s why it really surprises me when someone cries and is upset because the other half is away for 8 days. Or that people miss each other’s presence terribly, even if it’s just for a few days. Perhaps I’m simply not hardwired that way. I don’t remember the last time I really missed someone, because I’ve always been able to put people out of my mind fairly easily.
It’s a good thing, I guess… but somedays, I can’t help but feel curious to know what it’s like. It’s as if I have some missing some part that others possess. What I’m trying to say, is that it’s been ages since I’ve felt any tingling of emotion. Deep, intense emotions that make me feel supercharged and alive.
And right now, it’d be really lovely to feel alive one last time, before I sell my soul to the corporate world.
Went for my first mass orgy (a.k.a. group photoshoot) today, and I thought I did pretty well. I’m usually a slow shooter who likes to pre-visualise my frames before any shoot, so I was pleasantly surprised that I managed to pop a number of decent frames today. I was also quite happy that I got most of my exposures spot on, and didn’t really need to do much PS work. The jpgs were usable right out of the cam.
So there I was, in my little world of reverie, until I saw this other guy’s shot.
I’m impressed with whoever who came up with the concept, shot and edited it. It’s so brilliantly difficult to pull it off that I’m amazed it is even entertaining, in a very very cringeworthy way.
On the bright side, they tried.
But next time, try not put in so many big and multi-syllable words. It hurts the flow, yo.
