I did MY OWN film processing yesterday and then sent my film to the shop for developing. They turned out perfect. Soon I shall get my own little darkroom in my room.
My love for photography's growing. Stemmed from one of the earliest Sony Cybershot models, then onto a Panasonic Lumix, then a mechanical vintage Cmeha Smena 8m, and then my first SLR, Canon 350D, and now my polaroid Amigo 620.
In a day's time Dippy will pass me my anniversary present, a lomography camera, and I have a hunch it's a Coloursplash. Next up I shall save for a Holga and a Russia / China made mechanical piece, and I will be one contented person.
Dippy showed me his house plan for his new place today, and I am envious. I've shifted countless times in my life due to the smallest things - termite invasion, our front garden doubling up as a sex parlour for cats, the one kilometre radius required for entry into choice schools, renovation works, the need for a 'new / familiar environment'. Contradictory, the last point is, but that is how I ended up here at Siglap, midpoint of my so-called birthplace, Bedok, and my childhood area, Katong.
I've shifted so many times that personalising my room no longer means much to me.
Change is constant in my life, and the constant movement from place to place simply means there isn't a sense of being rooted, and a room is just four walls and a door. House plans for my new homes never do interest me; I have no say anyway. After all, we'd be moving again in a few years, and this lack of a relationship with the concrete bindings leaves little cause for sorrow when abandoned.
This stigma is temporal. I want my own place someday, where every inch will be marred by yours truly.
9:20:00 pm
