Canisters And Tanks
Whoooo... the mac is back! The battery is back and the notebook is in full usage.
This week has been rather uneventful; apart from the big sur of the two rolls of film Dilys and I didn't load properly, and it eventually ruined all our shots taken during last week.
So that meant that the 8km photo-taking walk with Hanif from Chinatown to Suntec the other day wasn't valid. &^%%*^$%&*.
Dilys kept her composure. While I was like NOO!! PICTURE No. 34 GONE! NOO!! PICTURE No. 22 GONE! in my head. And it went on and on and on. NOOOO!!!!! Quite devastating lor. Didn't even feel like talking to anyone. Just imagine losing a week's worth of work... and you can't salvage it. :/
The catch: If you think failure is too big for you, and you're evasive and scared and frightened by it, you'll fall much harder than the rest when it actually knocks on your door. It's alright to go totally wrong once in awhile, so it becomes like a checkpoint. You know? Like keeping yourself in check, so you don't get too overconfident with yourself.
Okay time to disappear...
*poofs*