“We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes.” ― Madeleine L’Engle
Remember when I said I’m going to be much more creative in posting now? I lied.
Basically I am just jumping into the bandwagon of people using ask.fm right now. Ask any questions, because we’re all bored anyway. :-)
I think now is the right time to apologize for my lack of creativity for my posts. I am always brainstorming how I would present or propose my photos without looking too boring, and I would often experiment with Photoshop, but I will always end up posting like this. I am not using the ‘less is more’ excuse, but I promise to try my best on how to blog properly now.
Just a couple of shots in Tokyo, Japan.
Not too long ago, somebody accused me of blogging only when I’m depressed or when I have nothing left to lose. These past few days, I couldn’t help but feel guilty about that, because I slowly realized that what she said was indeed, true. I felt bad because I know that I shouldn’t be blogging just because I am using this as a getaway from the real world. And now that I am feeling homesick, alone, paranoid, and depressed, I am resorting into blogging once again. I have been yearning to go back to Japan and blog about everything like there’s no tomorrow. Yesterday I opened my camera and saw hundreds of photos are waiting to be edited and posted, and so that’s exactly what I did.
I miss the warm yet breezy wind.
I miss walking for hours without having the need to brace myself.
I miss feeling safe and secured alone in the park even if it’s already 6 in the evening.
I lived and studied here in the Philippines throughout my life, and I only go to Japan occasionally for 2 months a year, yet I feel like a part of me wants to stay there for the rest of my life. And I feel homesick. Depressed. Once again.
I guess I really am worse than a stinking fish, Mr. Rizal.