Although it's already semester break for me now, life has kept me busy anyway. I'm still working—Eid al-Fitri notwithstanding—and there are some campus events that I volunteered to be the committee of. Aside from that, there's Comic Frontier in less than 2 weeks and I'm not finished making anything that I want to sell. So...yeah. July also seems like the month for competitions. There are three already that I want to join but don't know when I'll have the time to work on that. God, sorry, I'm not trying to sound so whiny and ungrateful. Sometimes I just wish there are more hours in a day—but, really, anyone who doesn't know how to manage their time will say sh*t like this. That being said, I still manage to find/slip some time in to meet some friends and catch up. Work hard, play hard—isn't that how the saying goes? This past week I've been seeing some high school friends that I haven't seen in years—along with Cynthia, of course. It's not as bad as I thought it would be, but I really need some down time for myself for the rest of the month now.
thrifted shirt // old hat + dungaree (Germany) // old shoes // hand-me-down backpack // photos by Cynthia
Lately, I've been thinking a lot too about how more and more people seem to hate me. It's just been one misunderstanding after another. In fact, recently, I've also managed to start an argument—or get misunderstood—online on instagram. It wasn't brutal, I guess, but now I feel this tension with the person who misread me. It makes me rethink the whole concept of friendships and how fragile it could be. Just when you thought someone could understand you without uttering a single word, they turn back and spite you for something you didn't mean. Cynthia seems to think that plenty of people want to be my friends, but I just wouldn't let them. But that's not how I see it. I would disappear and no one would look for me—they would look for me to reach out to her!—and it may or may not be my fault. The way I see it, if someone wants you in their life, they will do whatever it takes to keep you there—no matter what you are to them. What do you guys think? Care to weigh in on this topic?