part of healing
I decided it was time I sent my G12 for servicing before it was too late. My favourite aperture mode has not been working for the longest time and that is very worrying, given that I always use it to snap pictures of my Doraemon. I was appalled to find on the Internet that the care centre closes at 7pm on weekdays, so I literally hopped my way there after I exited the train station. 6.58 p.m. Heng. I was the last customer in line and the staff's welcoming and comforting attitude was a plus point.
And so, I left my G12 in the care of the engineers. It has not left my side all these years I think I need some getting used to.
It was early. I hung out in the vicinity, got myself some snacks and a present for exchange this weekend. Once in a while it is nice to do some shopping alone, except everywhere was packed with throngs of shoppers.
This is my way of moving on I suppose. It has never been easier. Perhaps this time I am already immune to the breaking apart that I no longer feel upset about anything for long. Is this part of healing too?
And so, I left my G12 in the care of the engineers. It has not left my side all these years I think I need some getting used to.
It was early. I hung out in the vicinity, got myself some snacks and a present for exchange this weekend. Once in a while it is nice to do some shopping alone, except everywhere was packed with throngs of shoppers.
This is my way of moving on I suppose. It has never been easier. Perhaps this time I am already immune to the breaking apart that I no longer feel upset about anything for long. Is this part of healing too?
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