A new post about old things

I love Poladroids. It even makes a sound when you drag and drop a file onto the camera.

I used to have a wall where I would pin up random things that I pick up. I pick up a lot of things. I didn’t come over to Sydney with that much, and already I have run out of storage. I miss that wall. I miss a lot of things I used to have, but this is probably because I live in a rented space and no matter how much I am tempted to, I can’t paint the walls red and wallpaper the bedroom and buy this fabulous deep red cigar sofa in a junkyard that I’ve fallen in love with over and over, when I see it in the window in the mornings when I walk past it and hope no one buys it until I can. It’s a little bit frustrating, my apartment is a little sterile, a little stark, a little too small and as much me as I can afford it to be for now. I do love it, since I can’t stand clutter.

Nice to be back at work again. Today went by almost unnoticed, there’s never enough hours in the day.

Just finished reading this book. It highlighted some things I’ve never noticed before about the chinese language. I wish I paid attention during the torturous mandarin classes mom used to send me to when I was a kid. There are many things about my culture I don’t really grasp, but only read about, and today it’s the one thing I wish I knew more about.