To mark the end of the longest abandonment I’ve ever done to my blog, firstly I must clarify that I am still breathing and alive.
Secondly, for the sake of your attention span, i’m going to cut the part where i explain how dementor-ish the sixth semester is, and skip along to my latest where-i-stands (beside the bermuda triangle of home-dorm-campus).
One morning last week, i wander around a tea plantation, pre-shower, sweating under the chunky knit i wore on such sunshiny morning, carrying no photography device better than a point-and-shoot camera several years behind the time, and no photographer better than my baby sister,
yet i regret nothing.
Realizing that my love for Scandinavian design is not supported by my surroundings isn’t very difficult. In such a sun-drenched country, whenever you look around, it’s green, vibrant, and annoyingly saturated. When you take a picture outside, monochromatic backdrop can only be achieved through some photoshop touch-ups.
But before proclaiming that i was born in the wrong continent, i need to remember that i wore a chunky sweater when it’s 18°C outside, and considers that showering daily is the norm. Specifically that morning, I also chase sun rays, and excitedly took picture of ladybugs, and wild flowers. Under my black, white, and grey attire, I am all sun and tropical flowers at heart.
And so here i present to you, a place considered too ordinary, i often got it overlooked.