i miss them. not that they left me or i left them. nevertheless, i miss them. not so much that i’d use the recently mailed credit card. but too much that i want to clean up my closet. i think i miss how i’d dwell on how beautiful things are and how they are perfectly documented. this is probably brought by reading blogs. they remind me of how they are worth thinking of. in fact, they remind me how good fashion and photography can make me feel.
now, i miss writing… along with skating and surfing. hah. i wonder why i suddenly have this urge to do things. as mentioned to someone, “let’s see how badly i miss these things”. because sometimes, i’ll just have to forget that i miss them and put this feeling aside… for reality.
