“Things never happen the same way twice.” - C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
It feels like it's been forever since the last time I blogged, that I feel absolutely rusty about this whole shebang. An exaggeration, I suppose, since I'm exactly right on track, but a huge reduction from the previous years when I used to blog every other day. It can't be helped, I suppose, since I'm so swamped from other aspects of my routine, but I can't stop thinking that something's missing from my life. It's not necessarily the blog, since I'm technically still here. Perhaps it's youth, slowly but surely slipping away from me. I complain all the time about how I don't have time to do whatever I want to do anymore, thanks to uni and work. But once I have some free time to kill, I find myself freezing, unable to pinpoint what it is that I want to do. What did I use to do to make myself feel alive? For the life of me, I can't seem to remember what excites me anymore—aside from living abroad (which is out of the question) and spending my days with Firu (also out of the question).
Ask by Asky dress // thrifted denim jacket + loafers // hand-me-down purse // old hair ribbon // photos by Akita
These photos were taken around 2 weeks ago, when my sister and I went on a bit of a museum outing minutes before the museum was to close. The place was so quiet and devoid of people an hour before they basically kicked us out. I don't think I've ever gone to a museum or gallery right before the door is slowly closing. It's kind of nice to somewhat have the place all to ourselves. There were only a few other people there with us, most of whom came only to take photos—we were there for an impending assignment of mine, mind you. It's been weeks since I have the time—and money—to hang out and relax a bit, so I was ready to stretch my legs. Needless to say, we practically broke the bank, though, so I'll just wait until Christmas break—which is in 2 days—to really do whatever I want.