This is our Silver City (5) & (6)

Definitely not all of them, but the ones we loved the most.

These being said, let a new chapter begin!

This is our Silver City (4)

Day 4: Jumble.

This is our Silver City (3)

Day 3. It somehow feels better knowing they’re here. 

This is our Silver City (2)

Day 2 of pretending there’s someone out there who sees all these and really cares.

Wine does help after all.

This is our Silver City.

Someday…until then, it’s just a portfolio that probably no one will get to see anytime soon. 

Silver

It’s never people who work their ass off and do everything from scratch that get recognition. It’s those who deliver ideas already polished by someone else, those who are proud to accept awards for others’ work. 

There’s no relief this time. It’s the most bitter freedom I have ever got around. 

I’m proud of the work I’ve done and delivered. I’m proud of the people I got to work with. I’m proud of their ideas and grateful I had the chance to work on making them sparkle. They did sparkle. Not for the right people though. 

Accepting defeat is not an easy thing to do. But that’s the sour taste that real life has sometimes. And that’s perfectly fine. It’s something else that bites deep and leaves ugly marks. Not knowing whether acknowledgement or recognition are ever going to show up.

Swirl

It’s been stressful, lonely, tough, filled with breakdowns and cigarettes, but also sprinkled with satisfaction and pride. It still is and planning to stay like this for at least few more weeks. 

I’ll be spending these these crappy, rainy days buried under a pile of photographs, application forms, bus tickets, interviews, snappy customers and formal jackets. 

I can feel the smell of red wine waiting for me at the corner of this street.