my old room, before i moved into this closet

my old room on the 4th floor was much bigger than this. and warmer too. this makes crimson house a bit like a bapor tabo, don't you think? warmer & bigger rooms upstairs, tiny chilly rooms on the lower levels.

even the old bed looks cosier, even if my new one is actually the same size. i'm using the same sheets from that room and it all fits my new one perfectly. maybe the lighting made it all seem nicer.

i actually had a table and a workdesk with floating shelves above it. my new room looks third world in comparison, no matter the first world rent i have to pay for my 2.3m x 2.4m space. nyarf.


the night i packed my stuff to move to my new room, it looked like this. depressing no? i couldn't sleep that night, which was the sunday before classes started. tried to read but i couldn't concentrate.


so i decided to take pictures of myself. it can can be very amusing at 3 a.m. and you can hear weird moaning sounds coming from the room beside yours. but now that i think about it, it's weirder to take stalker-type pictures of yourself pretending to sleep.

but that didn't work. i still couldn't sleep. so i got up and took pictures of the view from my window. if you look very close, you won't see anything, heh heh.




but i do like this last one best. it evokes a certain air reminiscent of some scenes from in the mood for love but with bad lighting and a shaky hand holding the camera. i remember one recurring shot in the movie of a bare street lamp and one character or another walking under and past it. you don't know what the hell it means but it feels kinda important.