money isn't everything

wayne is such a good teacher. i really admire him. so much.

he told me that money isn't everything. just when i was going around telling everyone a couple of weeks ago how money is almost everything. i changed my mind.

im getting more and more intrigued by photography, its like falling in love. you don't exactly realise it. and when you finally do, you realise that you have already developed such strong feelings for it, and you can't take it back cos it'll just leave an empty gap.

its crazy, but i really like it.

boys

jaime: so do you think that phoebe is fat?
al: yes
me: *sigh*
jaime: so would you rather a pretty and plump girl, or a ugly and skinny girl?
al: of cos pretty and plump la.
me: hmm

my brother: you know what i would have said when jaime asked al that question?
me: what?
my brother: none of the above.
me: huh?
my brother: i want skinny and pretty.
me: sigh, boys.

talking to the tree

i lost my $2 note. can't remember which pocket i put it into. i swore it was in my jeans. guess it decided to hide in another pocket, somewhere out there.

that was random.

we developed our roll of film today. wow. it's so freaking cool in the dark room. its literally pitch black, all dark, no lights sort of dark room. but its so fun!

and i was so excited to see what i shot. wow. that's all i could say. it was so unexpected really. and im glad i shot mostly people, the life they bring to my 36 shots on my film is just so unexpected. there's so much in their faces, their eyes say so much.

too bad its going to be hard being a photographer, especially being a girl. but i like it. a lot.

whining over spilt milk

i spilt two glasses of milk today. literally. how clumsy can i get?

and now im whining over it. everything on my table smells like milk now. books, thumbdrive, boxes of film, even my hair brush and make up. yucks.

and then i spilt another glass of milk. figuratively. and i wish i could cry over it. off to the gym in the morning i guess.

the vicious psycle

its crazy.

i wake up with so many things spinning in my head. i drag myself out of bed, and head for the gym. i exhaust myself. i return home. im so tired, i sleep.

what an easy way to get things out of your head. so for the next few hours of the day, im barely conscious enough to think.

and when i finally wake up. im so groggy that i cant concentrate on anything.

hmm. then later on into the night i have problems getting to bed. staying up till 3am.

and it goes on and on, in a vicious psycle. driving me crazy!