To continue my thoughts from the earlier entry, I'd say that I can't go out with new friends too often. Maybe there's just some strange chemistry between the people I meet and I, but if we do that, we'll probably get tired of each other pretty quickly. The novelty wears off. Even if that's inevitable, that it will definitely happen, then maybe I'd like to prolong that reality from coming true as long as possible. And suddenly there's this smell wafting about, of someone's perfume/cologne. I must have conjured it to life from merely thinking about it.
Back to the pictures:
bright colours are in this season

the people who help me with my mandarin
a so-called disjointed shot that i like
the pig at work again
while waiting for my date who was late