Paris Deli

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To think that I'm a day away from having to go back to the ordinary university routine freaks me to death. I would give anything not to go back to where I was so happy I could escape from.

Anyways, today's haul: a(nother) ring, a watch, eye & lip remover, and no Body Shop shower gel sample. Another time maybe :D

Yoghurt cup #58

• I honestly just want to crawl into some hole and sleep til I can get back to HCMC. It's not here that bothers me, it's every-fucking-thing that's happening at home! I hate this holiday, why can't it be over with already? 
• But then again, if it's over it means that the second semester should start and I'd have to compulsorily run into people I don't want to see. Why does it feel like right at this moment everything in this world annoys me intensively?
• I hate socializing. I know I've said it before that I wanted myself to be sociable and I've always wanted to live on the other side of society, but that's the different kind. This kind of socializing is the forced kind, the kind that you have to answer questions like, how many scores did you get in the university entrance exams, which department are you in, what the fuck are you gonna do if you're to study that bullshit. I know your lives are successful, measured by the common scale of society, but I don't live that way. I'm a spoiled brat, as you've always thought of me, I like studying as many languages as I can, I like wandering around not doing shit, I only study when there's finals ahead, I like to worry about crap rather than missing my boyfriend who is two million miles away. I don't fucking succeed in a particular major, because apparently you have your hands of gold and won't spare me a spot, so I decided not to care anymore. You don't know about me, I'm not interested in knowing about you, let's just keep it that way.
• It's nice to know there are other kinds though. I can't picture my life being dependent on one of the people with a life like this. 
• Alright there are my updates on the two days I've spent here.

Alles Gute zum Geburtstag.

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It's quite scary how I update my blog almost everyday now with my photos.
Honestly, I don't like blogging like this.

The flea market

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Although it wasn't exactly the flea market that I'd imagine, for one, almost all of the items for sale are new, and they didn't quite understand the spirit of a flea market, I must admit there were a lot of cool stuff today. I bought a bunch of silly useless things like a princess chamber door key, a dream catcher (which, to me, was the best bargain of the day although the price was extravagant I'm very sure about that), two tank tops which were pretty cute and a scarf that I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna use for. Now I know why when people go through a tough time they go shopping, such a soothing remedy for the mind to get excited about fun things that you can actually buy and I'm telling you, the cheerleader effect has never been more accurate.

The 'spot'

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To celebrate the fact that I'm practically done with finals and Cam's only days away, we hung out yesterday. I think this was the most successful feel-good hangout we've had in a while.
I seriously want to become a lifestyle photographer in the future. I know it's a long way to go and I'm gonna have to take a lot of criticism about my photography skills, but if I can get paid for taking photos of coffee shops or bistros or anything I've experienced, that would be the beginning of my dream job.