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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.
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