…supposed to be. And as I usually do.
But this year has been a bit different, I guess. I haven’t done a mid-year review on my bucketlist; I was too lazy to do it, plus I felt that (which is true) there was not much accomplishment, so I let it pass. Things changed, and plans were messed up at some point. So I kept silent (lalala!) But now, I am feeling obliged to do a yearend assessment as to my 2014 bucketlist. So here it goes!
1. Chase Aurora Borealis in Iceland or in any Nordic country
Done! Yey! This was a birthday gift to myself—celebrating my being 30! How cool is that! Haha! After 5 hours of waiting in the freezing cold during the night before my birthday, the heavens finally made a show, just in time for my birthday! Happy.
I first heard about Holi Festival of Colors from my blog-hopping sesh a few years back and thought of including this in my bucketlist—go visit India, where this festival is originally from, and participate in the festival! But then, India’s a bit far from where I am currently in, which is in the UK, so I opted for a similar fest just around London—same event, just in a closer and more convenient location!
“Wait for me, let’s go together to Scotland…let’s pitch a tent, let’s camp…” I’m sure he might have already forgotten about what he said. But yeah, I waited—okay, part of the waiting was really because I didn’t want to go to Scotland alone last year—I think it’s too pretty to be admiring it by myself and it’s a bit of a loser of me to be camping alone!
…And she saw the photographs getting dull and blurry; it’s as if they needed masking and filtering, every time. And then this happens—what’s displayed is not a pure reflection of what’s going on inside of her. She wonders what went wrong though—is it because of her subject or is it because of her natural way of reacting to her subject’s obscurity? Maybe the perspectives are getting old and boring, who knows? She’s feeling so uninspired; she’s feeling so unable… I think she hates the feeling of being ignored or being pushed away; and that’s her way of striking back. But part of her actually wants to just disappear and go dead; hoping she would be found again and be brought back to (a new) life, and hoping that her shutter would be clicked again… She’s waiting. She’s waiting for a new way of seeing things—of a new and infinite perspective.
I feel for her,
I feel for Candice…