One moment he's all into film photography. Wanting a second lomo, another holga, even polaroids were discussed.

Me, forever on the other end of the line, braced and prepared to assist him with saving up. Unsupportive? Definitely not.

Next, he's out and determined to keep every penny for an investment in bike's license. Researching into various motorbike and scooter models, we looked into the design, colour, style that's most favorable to us. A couple of sunrise later, hyped, he carried on vocalising his blueprints for his bike and helmets. Cheapmonday stickers, what not.

A week of excitement quickly died down, he wants to drive now. He wants to be a man, or at least be able to act like one. No longer fancy the idea of having a vehicle he calls his own. He wants to be able to say 'I' when they need somebody to drive, say 'I' when they need somebody to fetch a van. He wants a share of the car at home. He became as confused with his words, as confused with his plans.

Two weeks before today, he set a resolution to show more diligence in his studies. Now he's all whiny and reluctant to return or go anywhere near the campus' site.

What's left today is his dilemma in getting which dslr to fulfil his lust for video works. Always striving to stay put, he jumped about the things he would love to specialise in. Cinematography? Macrophotography? 5x5 short clips? The list goes on.

Accessories. Clothes. Bags. Shoes. He wants every bit, he don't want every bit. Yes, he's fickle like that. To get or not to get. Even with cash on me doesn't allow an easier progression in his life.

Almost completely incapable to keep up with how rapid and energetic your thoughts are faltering, I just know at times I end up having hopes dashed because somehow every decision you made involved me, and there were things I thought I looked forward to.

One moment he's all into film photography. Wanting a second lomo, another holga, even polaroids were discussed.

Me, forever on the other end of the line, braced and prepared to assist him with saving up. Unsupportive? Definitely not.

Next, he's out and determined to keep every penny for an investment in bike's license. Researching into various motorbike and scooter models, we looked into the design, colour, style that's most favorable to us. A couple of sunrise later, hyped, he carried on vocalising his blueprints for his bike and helmets. Cheapmonday stickers, what not.

A week of excitement quickly died down, he wants to drive now. He wants to be a man, or at least be able to act like one. No longer fancy the idea of having a vehicle he calls his own. He wants to be able to say 'I' when they need somebody to drive, say 'I' when they need somebody to fetch a van. He wants a share of the car at home. He became as confused with his words, as confused with his plans.

Two weeks before today, he set a resolution to show more diligence in his studies. Now he's all whiny and reluctant to return or go anywhere near the campus' site.

What's left today is his dilemma in getting which dslr to fulfil his lust for video works. Always striving to stay put, he jumped about the things he would love to specialise in. Cinematography? Macrophotography? 5x5 short clips? The list goes on.

Accessories. Clothes. Bags. Shoes. He wants every bit, he don't want every bit. Yes, he's fickle like that. To get or not to get. Even with cash on me doesn't allow an easier progression in his life.

Almost completely incapable to keep up with how rapid and energetic your thoughts are faltering, I just know at times I end up having hopes dashed because somehow every decision you made involved me, and there were things I thought I looked forward to.