Yourself?

i like photography. except i've never really had a chance to play around with it ie no experience whatsoever because the family cam is so old i don't think it has a focus. therefore all the fascinating little juxtapositions i try to get, like a close-up flower and buildings in the background (that's not such a good eg, but whatever) come out like mirrors that some kid's spent way too much time breathing on. add to that the fact that my hands shake, or something that makes me twitch when i press the button. well, i like looking at it. guess that'll have to do for now.

diaries. huh. my brothers would get at them too fast. i made up a code one night and started using it, and next thing i know my brother's peering over my shoulder:"mum, jie's writing in code! can i break it? can you pay me to break her code?" it's a fear of letting people know exactly what you think, your very own private thoughts, that horrifies me. i'm perfectly, amazingly open about some things so that people go."anne! we didn't need to know that!" but then other things are =intensely= private and never will see the light of day. or maybe not. it depends. i love most of my own insanity and quirks. egocentric? not really. except what's the point of living if you can't enjoy life and what's the point of enjoying life if you can't be contented with yourself and who you are? i shake my head ruefully at some of the insane things i've done, but it's good to remember. i keep a lot of stuff. 75% of me is in the past, 20% in the present, and 5% in the future. as in what i think about, what occupies me.

i found an interesting short story. someone [snail- HAH-]mailed it to me. i'll find you the web add. i like discussions, so blogs would be my preference. simon and garfunkel RULE.

posted by anne @ 7:41 am