i think i walked the whole of queenstown...uhh twice. 

but it was all worth it cuz it's really interesting talking to all the old folks and the residents living around the area. the interaction with them almost made me feel alive again after living like a walking corpse for at least a week or so. 

taking note of all the characteristics of architectural elements around the area was pretty enriching as well. and yes architecture is really not about paper folding or origami. i am so encouraged by that fact.

and the activities/the talking with residents made me realise that sometimes we just can't find the right way to describe a certain image or emotions we have in mind. those people who complained to us about their living environments probably said the same things over and over again. each time when they say it,those words have probably evolved and comes out differently. 

 

i am beginning to hate my lack of emotions recently. 

about how i started losing passion for the goals to be achieved/how i no longer care if i lose a friend or two/how i stop having mixed feelings for the one i like/how i don't even feel nervous about presenting my ideas.

alot of things suddenly become really distant. even the ones i thought i had in my own hands.

and i really dont know what i can do to save myself from it...

even blogging seems so forced. it's like obviously i have nothing much to say but am still trying desperately to...