Some mundane report for today's happenings:

I went to Kristina's place to try developing the image taken with my cardboard pinhole camera. Totally overexposed but the 2nd layer of paper underneath the 1st has something visible and thats the brand logo of the box ahhahahaah. Kris was right, and I thought it was a ghost. Colin & Kris' place is just so photogenic: lantana floating in a small jar of water, black & white photos of jeans on the chair, light falling on the potted plant, paintings done by artist relatives hanging on the wall, shadows cast by the solitary chair, wallpaper of indigineous prints, the occasional little bird resting on the plant looking for nectar. Their place has a life of its, spun by the sweet love between the 2 owners. I spent 4 hrs in the toilet turned dark room and learned quite a lot of cool techniques from her. Of cos, I have to ask her how they met and girltalk stuff. I'm just very nosey and she's not tired of telling the story for the 100th time to a new person. Colin was listening to stuff from the 80s Brit Post-punk on his audiophilic hifi system (this is so him, Kris commented), reminescent of his home. That was too long a time to spend in the dwelling of lovebirds.
Thus, I flew swiftly out and headed towards Orchard road for a bus home. It would be cool to experiment with renting a place with another person and invite frens over to work on hobbies. But I lack the confidence; not ready for this. I know I'm going to become more nonchanlant if this doesnt work out the way I envisioned it and then I'll lose hope. Pessimisism god tells me we'll end up squabbling over mundane issues like bills and chores. I'm just a kid who won't grow up.