Yoghurt cup #69: Death

• Growing up is not fun. The worst part is when you stand at one point, thinking that you haven't changed one bit since the time flew, and then you look back at the small but vital details and realize that you've grown into a completely different person it's ridiculous!
• Change is always fascinating to get used to, but, like my relation to the character in Midnight In Paris, the past has a mystery of a girl who is loved by every guy, but will never belong to anybody.
• Food heals, it's true. Well, more precisely, good food heals.
• I've been watching a lot of movies lately, and it's a good thing. French movies make me feel really really good after enjoying, don't know if there's more good French movies to watch hmmm...
• Anyways, short writing. I'm off to be a so-called adult.

Paris Deli

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.