The heart is a lonely hunter

From the time I spent the afternoon alone at Inokashira Park in Tokyo;

. "His agitation gave way gradually to exhaustion and there was a look about him of deep calm. In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone."

-The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

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The passage above reminded me of that certain afternoon. Maybe it was how the wane glow from the winter sun washed over the entire park in a soft hue of gold but I felt very much alone then. I knew though, that it was the only way I wanted it to be. Alone, with my camera, knowing no one and going unnoticed for most part. I thought a lot about everything but if you ask me now, I can only remember how I felt and not what I thought.

I'm doing okay. Some things get me angry and some things keep me up at night but I do generally well in the day. Looking for a good full-hearted laugh though. Please stop asking about my studies. I am dealing with it, as I have been since last July. Working and running a business has put some stuff into perspective for me but I guess that's a natural progression for everyone who starts working.

The other day I wrote 2010 instead of 2011 and was stunned at how it was already 2011. How silly of me. I should have gotten used to time playing tricks on us. Scary though, how time can feel so long and short at the same time. =/

Protect me from what I want.

Just a feeling

In a cab on a bridge in Hong Kong (taken with my iphone, unedited);

That's all there ever is.

Cutest photo series ever to appear in this blog;

You say you want to stay by my side, darling your head's not right

Golden hour in Perth;

It's 3am and I'm on my bed listening to the Strokes while waiting for my hair to dry. Somehow, I feel blessed to be able to experience such a moment of normalcy. Life doesn't seem as bleak in this quiet moment. =)

When in Perth. All this typing and to what end? Clicking reblog over at tumblr is easier and requires fewer emotions. Admittedly, I've gotten lazy with words, especially with my own. They have proven to be useless and burdensome, changing everything and nothing at the same time. Maybe it's all this travelling, this coming and going and never really settling. I have flown 3 times since I last blogged and will be flying off again in a week's time. I do more thinking on the plane now. My latest moment of clarity came to me on my flight back on SQ from Hongkong amidst turbulance and general nausea but I shall leave it up in the open skies where they will linger, never to be confronted again.