Today was the kind of relief you feel when you reach a secure and safe place after being chased by a group of the walking dead. But at the same time, it was the kind of surprised melancholy you feel when you get too attached to something you don't actually like. Overall, as always, it was a mixture of emotions. Not like fireworks but more solemn like spilled paint of various colors. I guess this is me rolling with the punches. Walking against the wind slaps. Literally, I am left with papercut bruises and a worsen eyesight. But hey, I could deal with this aftermath; merely wounds that could and would heal. Most importantly, the experience had taught me heaps. And like any other moments, I learn more about myself too. How do I make this sound less vague? Yes, I quit my job.
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So you finally quit your job hehe. How about getting that zine of yours done =D Im up for a collabo if u r.
Yup I finally quit it! Well my new job is not going to stop me from anything else going on in my life so sure I'd like to get it done haha. And yes I'm definitely up for a colab. Do I do half and send it to you or... ?
Hi, sorry i took ages to reply. Maybe we can correspond via emails next time ard?
Hmm as for the zine, its fine with me if u wanna do a split zine. We need to set a date so I can get on with it n not procrastinate hehe.
Any ideas on the theme so far? portraits? photography? sewing??
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