someone just liked my recap post from December of LAST YEAR.
I looked at those pictures and it’s just funny comparing them to how I shoot and edit now. I feel like I’m back on square one with this stock lens that I’m shooting with. I’m so used to shooting in ISO 100-400 now I’m always 400 or 1600. The noise is annoying and I feel so limited with this lens. On the other hand, it’s nice to see how unzoomed it is.
Submerge yourself into some epic photography.
OH FASHO.
I’ll sign your tits too. Bitches love my autograph.
PWHAHAHAHAH.
no.
Today is my first day at work. I’m either biking or taking the bus there (it’s about 2 miles away) since I don’t have a car to drive still/around that time. I’m tutoring kids with Reading and hopefully my little knowledge of how to speak Vietnamese will be enough. I’m also those not so fun, mean, strict type of tutors therefore I think the kids will automatically not like me. Did I mention that I don’t like kids? Well, I don’t like kids. Close-minded people are just not my kind of people and I know it’s not their fault that they are still naive, ignorant, and insert whatever else kids are. I guess that’s what I’m here for. The greater teachers weren’t the ones that just taught the subject- they taught about life.
My friend gave me her passwords for her Tumblr and Facebook yesterday so that she won’t go on until finals were over. I think I’ll do it too… starting next week. No facebooking or tumblring for two whole weeks. See? you know you’re sucked in when you use your websites as verbs.
My first semester taking college finals. Oh dear. *facepalm*
The day that I’ll be nonchalant, calm, cool, and collected about deaths.
I had a dream that my brother died due to a neighborhood shooting. A car crashed into our front door and two guys jumped out of the totaled car with guns. My brother wasn’t a target, he was just in the way. I was too shocked to be sad so I didn’t get to mourn or sob afterwards. My family and I had to clean up the mess and we had continue working since we were in debt. I was moving all the trash to the front yard so that the trash truck could pick it up. This meant I had to throw my brother’s body out too since we didn’t have enough money to bury him. While I was moving things away, I left my brother’s motionless body that was in a trash bag last. I thought about how I wouldn’t be able to share stories about my pathetic day and how I saw this cute guy/girl at school, or how I wouldn’t be able to spaz over shoes with him, or show him my favorite shot of the day, and just have our midnight talks when homework got too overwhelming.
I checked the bag and his body wasn’t there.
I woke up and I just thanked God that it was just a dream. (nightmare)
The second after the thought of hugging my brother, I told myself that I caught up on some of my REM sleep( damn psych). I’m learning about dreams in Psych and how this might be interpreted. Anyways, there’s just no one out there like my brother who has experienced and know me as well as he does.
Gorillaz - Crystalised (The Xx Cover)
