Rainy nights are for cleanse and reflection.
(Source: shalalasusan)
I remember I was supposed to be studying for an exam, but I said YOLO hakuna matata, whatever, I’ll worry about it when I fail (WHICH I DIDN’T. I WIN AGAIN, SCHOOL).
I can vividly remember all of these light decorations for Mid-Autumn Festival, the booths and the stupid “LET’S PRETEND I’M A MERRRRMAID” poses I did with my friends. I can actually close my eyes and walk myself through the park on this night. I can still hear the weird Chinese opera lady singing weird Chinese opera.
And that exam? Did I bomb it or ace it? I don’t remember, I have no idea. So hakuna matata.
Left: 11th grade in high school. // Developed in the darkroom. // This is my proudest piece in high school.
Right: January 28, 2012 // My digital cameraahhhh. // It seems like I’ve always had an indescribable love for reflections.
The tags “beach”, “reflection”, and “SOOC” grace my blog quite frequently so bing bang boom, I added the tagged pages on the side.