So ends my brief, mild flirtation with being social. In fact, I've half a mind to cancel on this coming Saturday (no, it's not because of you, Regina, but never mind), but I shan't.

And so, I shall spend my afternoon off tomorrow camping at Raffles Place with my camera, doing candid shots on the lunchtime office crowd, just having fun and being completely extraneous and flirting with law enforcement officials.

Haha.

Briefly toyed with the idea of making my photography pay for itself, as I learnt of FOUR competitions going on simultaneously, with submission dates varying from 2 to 4 weeks of now, from Konica-Minolta's "Cleanest HDB Estate" competition to various Christmas-themed ones, promising of top prizes of a few thousand dollars each. After all, I thought, I've been competing my way through life, through everything I've been doing, at everything I do, trying to be the best.

But, I think not.

I guess it's time that I dropped that; not that I don't ever want to compete at anything again, but there's just some things I do because I enjoy doing it, because I love doing it, and I simply do not want to put myself to all that pressure to be the best.

After all, I do it only because I enjoy doing it, and for nothing else.

So there.

Of late, I've been writing less, and less, in my journal, and more and more here. I wonder if it's a trend of any significance. I wonder.