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Some of the photos in my camera.
Someone reset the photo size in the camera, when i loaded them in the laptop, they're only 640x480. I was gonna print some of them! Curse you whoever you are.
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1.24.2011
where you invest your love, you invest your life
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Some of the photos in my camera.
Someone reset the photo size in the camera, when i loaded them in the laptop, they're only 640x480. I was gonna print some of them! Curse you whoever you are.
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1.23.2011
"and there will be love in the bodies of the elephants too"
Wonder if my blog ever shows up in the random "next blog" button.
I have a rather odd habit of clicking the "next blog" button to entertain. I walk the silent steps into people's personal lives, read them, think about them, judge them a little bit, then walk out. It's like being an intruder with ballet shoes. If they ever enter the place of page views managing page, they're going to discover a little rat in South East Asia. But too bad (or too good) blogger doesn't reveal the visiter's sites. People have different characters, but in journals, it's just about memories. A photo is worth a thousand words, so there's no need to write, or to give out a tantrum with words. They float around their daily lives with captured stills, smiles and cupcakes. Some have comments, some don't. Some just want to keep the words for themselves, they write them down so that something can hold them down, like a memory lane, so that it won't be a breeze flowing like spring winds. I'm pretty much an energetic person, i'd like to bring the upbeat rhythm into my words, i like someone, anyone to feel what i'm feeling. I take pictures, too, but sometimes i don't feel they're good enough to contribute in the fabulous, yet a bit deceiving, world that i try to create.
Sometimes i wonder what they think about me when they see my photos. Do they like them enough to read a full post of mine, and look up for the songs that i usually recommend in it? I'm curious about everything that's happening, the curiosity is like fat, it has to go somewhere or it will get stuck inside. Going places with the "next blog" button is one way to satisfy my curiosity. I wonder if existed someone who's as curious as me, wasting all their times looking at strangers' lives like looking at new arrival coutures through the window glass at boulevards. I'm not a stalker, because window-shoppers will finally leave to find things that are affordable. To them, the strangers, whose paths have been imprinted by a foreign footstep, i'm just a shadow passing their shoulders like someone they accidentally cross the streets with. The best part about this is that, tomorrow, they're going to have the exact same life they did today, or maybe better, joining the other 8 billion people on this planet in the never ending road of finding themselves.
The better than the best part is that, wherever they throw a random look at the crowd they're walking with, maybe with slightly closed eyes, they're going to see me, still wearing my charm bracelet and the white bowler hat, walking with them.
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I have a rather odd habit of clicking the "next blog" button to entertain. I walk the silent steps into people's personal lives, read them, think about them, judge them a little bit, then walk out. It's like being an intruder with ballet shoes. If they ever enter the place of page views managing page, they're going to discover a little rat in South East Asia. But too bad (or too good) blogger doesn't reveal the visiter's sites. People have different characters, but in journals, it's just about memories. A photo is worth a thousand words, so there's no need to write, or to give out a tantrum with words. They float around their daily lives with captured stills, smiles and cupcakes. Some have comments, some don't. Some just want to keep the words for themselves, they write them down so that something can hold them down, like a memory lane, so that it won't be a breeze flowing like spring winds. I'm pretty much an energetic person, i'd like to bring the upbeat rhythm into my words, i like someone, anyone to feel what i'm feeling. I take pictures, too, but sometimes i don't feel they're good enough to contribute in the fabulous, yet a bit deceiving, world that i try to create.
Sometimes i wonder what they think about me when they see my photos. Do they like them enough to read a full post of mine, and look up for the songs that i usually recommend in it? I'm curious about everything that's happening, the curiosity is like fat, it has to go somewhere or it will get stuck inside. Going places with the "next blog" button is one way to satisfy my curiosity. I wonder if existed someone who's as curious as me, wasting all their times looking at strangers' lives like looking at new arrival coutures through the window glass at boulevards. I'm not a stalker, because window-shoppers will finally leave to find things that are affordable. To them, the strangers, whose paths have been imprinted by a foreign footstep, i'm just a shadow passing their shoulders like someone they accidentally cross the streets with. The best part about this is that, tomorrow, they're going to have the exact same life they did today, or maybe better, joining the other 8 billion people on this planet in the never ending road of finding themselves.
The better than the best part is that, wherever they throw a random look at the crowd they're walking with, maybe with slightly closed eyes, they're going to see me, still wearing my charm bracelet and the white bowler hat, walking with them.
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1.19.2011
1.18.2011
1.15.2011
1.14.2011
Yoghurt cup #31
- I LOOK LIKE DORAEMON I LOOK LIKE DORAEMON! I seriously need a proper haircut before college.
- Or in a good way i look like Anna Wintour. Hah! Not even close! Having hair like this makes me wanna rush back to the salon and curl the damn thing up.
- oh i hate my haircut ... hopefully some hair accessories will make it look better ...
- ermmm ... nothing much happened to me lately.
- New charm bracelet new charm bracelet! I've been lurking at the place once a week for the sale and it came to the place where i actually named the bracelets and necklaces in there. For example, the charm i just bought was named Vegas, there's a pair of Rosie earrings, Liberty necklace, Mapetska charm, ...
- Shouldn't i be spending time doing Math and Lit instead of camping outside Accessorize ??
- I think people kind of make a big deal of out where the real music is. Yes it's true the show business now is half full of crappy stuff like *cough* justin bieber and *cough* taylor swift, but i don't think it's fair for those like Owl City or Jason DeRulo as their music is pretty awesome. Latecomers, like me, who were only familiar with modern music from the 90's century and who were in a loss for a world of retro music, need someone who brings back a breeze of it. I think the young generation should be thankful for the so-called "crappy copycats" for reminding us of the kings and queens from the old days and get us acknowledged. I know i used to be one of the judgemental people, but sooner or later you've gotta accept the new guys. Because if you don't, there's nobody left that suits your eyes, or ears. It's 2011 now for crying out loud!
- Bought a bowlerhat yesterday. It's so cute! I HOPE IT SUITS MY NEW STUPID HAIR!
- Parent-teacher conference day is on Sunday. Oh yes my life is screwed.
- Oh, about the camp. My throat was on fire the entire campfire day, i thought i could never speak, or sing, again. My voice sounded exactly like Allison Iraheta the next day! But it was so much fun! We barely slept that night, gathering around singing and playing and stuff. We didn't win any price though. It was kind of upsetting since we'd put lots of work in the morning dance, where a choreographer out of 3 was sick, and still directed us throughout the entire practice.
- Playlist: Mumford & Sons, Owl City & Frank Sinatra. Shuffle is such a trick. I played the Mumford & Sons album when i took a nap and liked some songs. The problem was i didn't remember what the songs were, and had to play the entire album in order to find them. But turning off the shuffle sucks the fun out of listening to music. So not worth it.
1.12.2011
Perfection.
People crave for perfection. You're a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire, you're a billionaire, you wanna be a zillionaire. Although, yes, someone once said 'nobody's perfect' (and i believe it's Hannah Montana), people still search for what's closest to it. Each in their own ways, they go on finding them in new hair cuts, in books, or in others.I've always wanted to be a girl with dark long brown hair, curled perfectly. I could use a bit skinny, enough to dress like one of those girls with dotted tights and free-sized tees. I wanna be wandering down the streets with a leather bag in one hand and a beverage of Coffee Bean ice blender on the other. I wanna wear a floral headband lots of rings on my fingers and a pair of red doll shoes. I'll wear brown contacts and wear the biggest pair of 70's sunglasses i'll ever imagine! They could be black, or they could be red. Then i'll wave my hand with a New York charm bracelet to catch a cab, then i'll step into one, tell the driver my next destination and start listening to music. Not having to care about school, about homework, about tests that i know for sure that i'll screw up, i'll just be everybody's dream.
I know i spend a lot of time daydreaming, but it's because it feels like i've been screwing up practically everything i touch, the Geography test, Math exercise, being an actual girl, having a boyfriend, or at least, a guy-friend. I remember when i was in 7th grade and i had a guy-friend. Nothing happened, well, i was, and still am, a loser, but just the feeling of having someone who's not very girly-intelligent, not very sensitive but extremely honest to talk to that matters. At least somebody talks to me.
Treasuring the feelings like holding a crystal ball in the hands, gathering evidences from the eyes and secretly envy people who, may not be pretty, succeeded in an aspect i'll never reach. All the anger, and the text messages, and the phone calls, they were jealousy, no more no less. You texted me today: "Hope for the best! Hope for the best!". I will. I always do. Hoping is easy, it's the disappointment that makes it unbearable.
I know it's a bit random and all over the place, i have a(nother) stupid test tomorrow that i refuse to study for. What the heck, i'll screw up anyway, right?
Playlist: Mumford & Sons - Winter Winds.
1.04.2011
Dog days are over!
Florence + The Machine's album Lungs is completely on the money. This is so going into my 2011 discovery items!
And, really cool album artwork. Not that i bought the album because of it. Surprisingly, i was actually recommended (by all means of that word) to listen to Dog Days Are Over on iTunes.
1.03.2011
1.01.2011
2010
It's that day again, the end of a year. I'm sitting in my room, blogging with an ipod, listening to John Mayer (again) from another ipod thinking about how life has treated me the past year.
School
The 'burn the school' intention is still there, still did something stupid and upset someone, grades were horrible. Actually, i still don't understand how i can still be a grade-B student with an average of 8.2 the first semester since my grade went completely down the toilet. Made a promise to myself that i'll try harder next year. It's the final year that i get to whine about school and classmates. Next September, all i'm gonna be talking about is, hopefully, the new college and same-department-mates. Better enjoy it while i can.
Perhaps the most beautiful thing that happened to me in 2010 was to go to Dallas with the class. Everyone felt it was too memorable a memory and want to go again. But the same memory doesn't happen twice. You just have to make your own new ones. Despite the unavoidable annoyances, everyone was happy when they got back, and the echo lasted for a while afterwards. I would love to have another life-remembering trip like that some time.
Promise to self: Have got to raise the grades of Math & Lit. Beat Penny in at least 2 subjects.
Property
This is one of my sore subjects this year, and believe it or not, it still hurts everytime i come across thinking about it. And thanks to the loss of my most precious thing, i came to realize the true colors of some people. Some were heavenly amazing, and some were complete douchebags.
I didn't buy anything new this year. Not that i recall. And clothes and shoes don't count! I'm gonna try buying a valuable thing in 2011, like a silver bracelet or a hi-tech toy. Just need the feeling of owning something.
Promise to self: Buy a new toy. Not lose another one.
Music
Had new idols this year: McFly. This is the first time in 3 years that i have idols again. Well previously it was Taylor Momsen, but it wasn't one step close to idolizing with the screams and the tears. Well i wrote an entry about Tom Fletcher's birthday in July and that was pretty much the evidence of "mature idolization". The screams and the tears are still there, but less stupid acts and companies, just me and the neighbor girl, going crazy about the guys nobody knows. It's quite frustrating sometimes, as unlike Backstreet Boys and you can go 'I'm a BSB fan' and you hear somewhere in the crowd 'Yeah me too! They're awesome', liking McFly is like having an inside joke ready to tell in the middle of a stranger's crowd. They've helped me, in some ways they did, get out of boredom the entire summer and have some courage in life. Quite frankly, their music isn't half bad (well, except for the new album, 10 points for courage, 0 for music), the lyrics are brilliant, though they confused me sometimes. But they're the hell of an idol.
Promise to self: Listen to Above The Noise and give it an objective review.
Relationships
Aah, i might as well have to take up socializing class since i've considering myself parentally troubled a couple months ago, and moving out is a considerable option. We, i'm almost 18, i suppose it's legal. This is the year that i'm gonna take the university entrance exams and perhaps it's my way out.
Promise to self: FOCUS ON THE DARN EXAMS AND YOU BETTER NOT SCREW IT UP JENNIFER!!
Well, last word for the new year, hopefully the best will come. Save the prayers and cheers for the forthcoming '11. G'bye 2010, one of the worst years of my life.
(ok this not exactly December 31st, but i practically finished it yesterday so ... does it still count?)
School
The 'burn the school' intention is still there, still did something stupid and upset someone, grades were horrible. Actually, i still don't understand how i can still be a grade-B student with an average of 8.2 the first semester since my grade went completely down the toilet. Made a promise to myself that i'll try harder next year. It's the final year that i get to whine about school and classmates. Next September, all i'm gonna be talking about is, hopefully, the new college and same-department-mates. Better enjoy it while i can.
Perhaps the most beautiful thing that happened to me in 2010 was to go to Dallas with the class. Everyone felt it was too memorable a memory and want to go again. But the same memory doesn't happen twice. You just have to make your own new ones. Despite the unavoidable annoyances, everyone was happy when they got back, and the echo lasted for a while afterwards. I would love to have another life-remembering trip like that some time.
Promise to self: Have got to raise the grades of Math & Lit. Beat Penny in at least 2 subjects.
Property
This is one of my sore subjects this year, and believe it or not, it still hurts everytime i come across thinking about it. And thanks to the loss of my most precious thing, i came to realize the true colors of some people. Some were heavenly amazing, and some were complete douchebags.
I didn't buy anything new this year. Not that i recall. And clothes and shoes don't count! I'm gonna try buying a valuable thing in 2011, like a silver bracelet or a hi-tech toy. Just need the feeling of owning something.
Promise to self: Buy a new toy. Not lose another one.
Music
Had new idols this year: McFly. This is the first time in 3 years that i have idols again. Well previously it was Taylor Momsen, but it wasn't one step close to idolizing with the screams and the tears. Well i wrote an entry about Tom Fletcher's birthday in July and that was pretty much the evidence of "mature idolization". The screams and the tears are still there, but less stupid acts and companies, just me and the neighbor girl, going crazy about the guys nobody knows. It's quite frustrating sometimes, as unlike Backstreet Boys and you can go 'I'm a BSB fan' and you hear somewhere in the crowd 'Yeah me too! They're awesome', liking McFly is like having an inside joke ready to tell in the middle of a stranger's crowd. They've helped me, in some ways they did, get out of boredom the entire summer and have some courage in life. Quite frankly, their music isn't half bad (well, except for the new album, 10 points for courage, 0 for music), the lyrics are brilliant, though they confused me sometimes. But they're the hell of an idol.
Promise to self: Listen to Above The Noise and give it an objective review.
Relationships
Aah, i might as well have to take up socializing class since i've considering myself parentally troubled a couple months ago, and moving out is a considerable option. We, i'm almost 18, i suppose it's legal. This is the year that i'm gonna take the university entrance exams and perhaps it's my way out.
Promise to self: FOCUS ON THE DARN EXAMS AND YOU BETTER NOT SCREW IT UP JENNIFER!!
Well, last word for the new year, hopefully the best will come. Save the prayers and cheers for the forthcoming '11. G'bye 2010, one of the worst years of my life.
(ok this not exactly December 31st, but i practically finished it yesterday so ... does it still count?)
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