"where have the days gone"

film photograph by Malcom Tan

Pretty wrecked this week I'd have to say.

This picture cannot even begin to explain to you how much adventure we've been through down under. I would say I'm slightly traumatised in the best way possible - I apologise if I've been a little out of touch with society -- in fact I haven't seen any other human for bout a week and I feel like I haven't spoken a word in ages but I've been trying to process everything by my own whilst the weeks lasts, with me staying home to knit a scarf, read books by Murakami(literally my favourite), write postcards to my friends, journaling down thoughts and such. 

The reason why I've also been a dinosaur is also because I have no other means of communication;  basically if there's anyway to elaborate my tragic anecdote, it has been a long episode with my cellphone slipping off the pockets of my camo jumper midway through my five days in the mountain of Rinjani - also quite known as seven hills of regrets, to taking two weeks of film photographs and realising my film pockets were without film rolls, to also then realising i've lost all my photographs in my cellphone, then discreetly making a pact to myself that if I found my phone I would skip all that school and whatnot with a total dedication to doing hope mission this entire year through my gap year.

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I guess he already made plans before I even realised; because for some reason, a random dude decided to call up my friends. It's quite a funny thing to encounter, really, 'cause in a bit(or a week) I will be finding myself in the huts of Jakarta to meet my film team that I've always dreamt to have, to work on a film for hope. It's a little insane to think that for a while I literally felt like I was in a zombie apocalypse on that mountain because I were to be honest, I could have sworn that half the time I was trying to fight off the most morbid thoughts of to jumping down from that mountain at least eight times from the excruciation it pulled me through - it was a true battle within my thoughts and I, but I am so darn grateful for my amazing team for the positivity and all that crazy laughter. Then coming home to realise that the plans have changed, and that the dream I've had for years is finally happening in action. It's been a little complexing - but all in good hands.



All that because somehow we made it to the summit.

You would be surprised to know that that photograph of us being knocked out, happened even before the hike happened, which is crazier to think that we made it. We pretty much surprised ourselves too. What humour, an enlightening one, indeed.