So I sat next to the uncle-in-law of the bride yesterday and I found out he’s from Christchurch, New Zealand.
‘So, how’s everything going there?’ I asked.
‘Pretty much fucked,’ he replied.
My kind of uncle-in-law, he was.
Mike and I were having coffee early Sunday morning.
He gave me a brutal honest advice: I am not cut out for advertising.
“To be in advertising, you need to be a cunt to yourself”, he said.
I know what he was doing.
He saw my hesitation for the past month burning out between advertising and photography.
So instead of being bullied and have my ego and mental health bruised in 5 years, he’d rather see me trying to excel as a photographer.
It was one of those bitter pills that’s hard to swallow.
I received an email today.
It was the father of the bride I shot a month ago.
It was a thank you email and he signed off with “You are very gifted.”
How the fuck do you respond to that?
Besides that, when was the last time your client said thank you?
I found out today that my high school principal passed away.
Oddly I can only remember her giving long boring speeches during Monday assembly and failing to connect with students.
I am not entirely sure if she really contributed that much to the landscape of education as proposed by all my facebook feed.
But I guess when you do the same thing long enough you will be respected.
For the past month I had so many thoughts and ideas to share here.
And today is my first free day in front of the computer and here I am drawing a blank on this text box.
Fuck you brain.
Everytime I attend a social outing I play a game in my head.
Whoever asks about the salary of my occupation is the loser.
There’s always one.
The proof that most rich people are ugly, is in the airport.
I assume only the rich get to travel by plane (generally speaking).
And damn, there are a lot of ugly people in the airport.
Driving is not good for me.
For the past 2 days I can actually sense the rage when I’m a driver. In fact, I feel exhausted simply by driving through the CBD.
I need to make sure the ticket is correct, the parking zone is correct, the meter is correct, the car is locked, and the hook turn sign is on, and the tram is not behind me, and the pedestrian is not crossing on the other side.
Desire to own a car -80.
I’m shooting a wedding at Lorne next weekend.
And I’ll need to rent a car.
To get used of the car-renting experience, I rented a car this weekend too.
I know it’s a pretty stupid thing to do, but if I have problem handling a car in the CBD, I’ll be in deep shit along great ocean road.
One thing I forgot to mention about Auckland, is that they have human signpost.
People getting paid in minimum wage to hold a promotional poster on top of their head.
Just in the bushes between the highway and the drive through at Burger King.
That’s screwed up.