October 5, 2019 Saturday
This was the 3rd day of my photography class. In the morning, we had to learn to sing a photography “hymn” that our lecturer apparently composed. She reminded me so much of some of the old lady teachers I had back in grade school, in that she made me feel both annoyed and sad. Now that I think about it, most of Intramuros actually reminded me so much of the school I went to as a kid. Everything was old and had this musty...moldy, old-house-with-a-lolo-who-drinks-barako-at-5-in-the-afternoon kinda smell. It’s hard to explain. But it’s also the sort of smell I’d remember I’d wake up to at like 4 PM...in the rare times that I took a nap in the afternoon in our house. I’ve forgotten so many things already but I remember these sensations and it is odd...and painful that I can never describe them in words as well as I feel them.