3.30.2012

Yoghurt cup #62




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  • The amount of stuff that happened this week, although it's only Friday today, was hectic.
  • Crappy online news paper that do crappy little work with people who think they're important and need that title, hiring the aspiring kids to do the crappy stealing work, fooling a generation of young kids with spoiled information and falsely directed lifestyles.
  • My laptop's somehow still broken Y_Y
  • Doing this work really makes me question my sense of photography. 
  • People sometimes try too hard. I sometimes do too. I have this weird obsession with dazzlingly magical kids that sometimes I kind of plan out a list of how-to-act-like-your-dream-kid and follow it. I know people unconsciously have that wish to be one too.
  • I kept this pipe dream that if I'd applied to another school, I wouldn't have felt quite lost like I do right now, but it's true you can't judge a book by its cover, I'm in my most suitable environment already. Stop struggling with things you don't have!
  • Playlist: Bon Iver - Skinny Love. I'm very curious to find out how many times I've listened to this song in total. The Kooks - Ooh La & Kids. Been listening to an awful lot of The Kooks as well. And never underestimate the power of indie music when you're in a bad mood and need to make a decision. Lucy Rose - All I've Got. Soothing remedy. There's something fragile and light in her voice, she's like a softer, more delicate version of Ellie Goulding. Ellie Goulding - The Writer.The song for a good mood. A cute little song with cute little lyrics for those who are in love. I couldn't listen to this song for a couple of days at the beginning of this week. Lana Del Rey - Born To Die. I like her not because now she's become mainstream and her record topped the chart of about two hundred countries or shit like that. She's dramatic, I love a little drama.
  • I need to re-download The Silver Seas' album.
  • Little git, I miss you all the time, which is not a thing I'm supposed to do.
  • And I tell more people about this than I ever should, I just needed to talk to someone, and I couldn't seek the escape I wanted so I tried another one. I always regret afterwards. And as I don't normally believe in human faith, I have this ridiculous fear that people will talk about it.
  • I have to fix some things.


3.20.2012

Coffee.
Macaroons.
Camellia.
Coffee BW.
Oil painting on the street.
Camellia hair 1.
Camellia hair 2.



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I hate Mondays! :(
Today sucked so far, but thank God the people who did the misery to me were at least nice. I'm gonna lie around watching Monday TV shows tonight eating carbs hating on life. Have to be amazed at the amount of food I was able to eat when I'm angry.


Stop being delusional about that rejection message!





3.17.2012

Saturday morning.

Coffee.
Red bokeh. 
Cookie monster without any eyeballs. 
Le drink menu and le random gorgeous bokeh in the back. 
Pathfinder. 
Ty & his big-eyed-cookie-monster-look-a-like bear. 
How do I capture a big green crocodile?
Food 
Bokeh fire.



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I should find a will and stay at home for an entire weekend once. Because look what I could do in a day when I'm a bit moody, as usual, and stay in my room, I finished that book L'Amant. So, when I don't flee around the city doing God-knows-what, I would love to lie around my room, taking badly arranged photos and pretending to have a life.
This is definitely just a phase, you're probably gonna see me locking myself in my room in a week or two, updating my blog almost everyday, just you wait.








3.08.2012

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I was in the middle of a really long and eventful yoghurt cup then he said something yesterday that made me lose all of my interests in writing creatively whatsoever. It was something like, I'm not that different from everybody else, when I'm with people I get affected by them and act like them the whole time. He said that only when I'm alone do I feel like myself the most. I know I shouldn't take this too seriously but I can't help with the effect that it's created towards my every foundation of life. I know deep down I'm not that different from people, I only act weird and think that I am so that I could define who I am, but sometimes it's best to be kept ignorant about certain things.

I was going to start a long and boring talk about how I'm never sure about how people feel about me in general, but screw it. The more I write about it the more unnecessarily complicated it gets. Just enjoy the moment while it lasts and take some good photos. Life's better & easier spent that way.