"you need three things for this class. number one, an apron. i dont want you to be dirtying your clothes and having your maid wash them. number two, tongs, not thongs, not t-h-o-n-g-s. and number three, music."

'tis not the exact words but it was something like that. i stained so many of my clothes. and we broke so many tongs. and i hated the music they played. especially jazz. i dont mind jazz. but never in the darkroom. it gets on my nerves and makes me irritable.

i like the darkroom. it makes me disciplined. it makes me go out and take pictures. it sparked off the love for taking long walks. long walks which leads to nowhere. it also sparked off the love for chinatown and the surrounding areas. the time alone in the darkroom makes me like spending time on my own. making friends was easy in the darkroom cos everyone is friendlier when the lights are down. and those who need help will always be friendly. hahas.

darkroom was fun. but not now. there is like, twelve classes a week in there. say, fifteen people in class, five doesnt care. you get ten. so at any one time there is like fifty people waiting to use the darkroom. its horrible. okay. i am exaggerating. but its a lot of people. i miss the you-are-the-only-one-in-the-huge-darkroom sort of feeling. its cold and lonely but its nice. and seeing the old man was even nicer. he was due once a week in school but he sometimes comes more often. even when he needed to use the stick cos of his bad back.

i miss the old man.