by Keri Smith.
December 24, 2009
How do you untangle it all?
26/11/09. I know we’re always given choices to things. And I do have the choice, to how I want to view a situation. Perhaps, if someone would allow me to pour it off my chest, and with some careful thought and reshuffling, put them back into perspective. It almost feels like I’m drowning but then I know if I keep kicking, maybe I’ll see a sign of safety, eventually. Something must’ve happened that day, because I was told to grow up and stop hiding behind covers. I do admit I always shut myself away from people when I get upset, and that it makes me less grown-up that way to people.
24/12/09. It’s almost a month now since I left the above unsaid. To wipe off the vagueness to that, I was in a state of financial crisis. Literally, I was finding ways to survive paying rent. Who could have imagined I would have to face that moment – that feeling of anxiety to keep one’s roof around. I am still alive! Of course, someone was around to keep me alive. That same person who told me to grow up, thank you for sticking around. With all the bad news that kept coming our way, I’m glad we’re learning from them and that we’re still sticking together, even when it feels like the world has turned itself against us. Who knew what will come next? Thanks for teaching me to enjoy the moment of right now, instead of worrying what’s not around. I am not entirely good at that yet, but I will continue to try..
It’s been almost a year of my time here in nz. It’s not very long but it ain’t that little to sense how much have changed. I learned like a sponge, soaking up all the things that are in contrary to what I thought they were. I wonder if I would be comfortable with myself when I’m home. I only hope for the things that are meant to stay, continue to stay.
November 18, 2009
this will go into the forever unknown.
Maybe..just maybe we were never meant to be :’(
Maybe God just wants to put me through this and turn my heart inside out.
October 1, 2009
Writing a Book
Rule #1 to writing your own book: Keep your sentences short. Wear a hoodie.
September 28, 2009
I ♥ type
I love type. (Repeat 1000 times with enthusiasm.)
And I mean no sarcasm. Just trying to remind self how awesome typography makes me feel. But why must I go through such torment at times to actually appreciate type so intimately? (e.g. getting to know its arm, leg, tail, ear etc)
I love assignments 
(Repeat until I start putting my hands to good use)
