warming up.
i need inspiration. looking outside my window. it's raining. been raining since i woke up.
sometimes, one great photograph (edited, obviously) can say more than many good photographs ever could. similarly, sometimes a single word or well-phrased sentence can say more than a whole paragraph.
in some cases, when the photograph is good enough, words aren't even necessary. and vice versa.
note to self: i need a better camera. i've heard, there are cameras out there that make everything look amazing, you don't even need to be a decent photographer. sounds like the right camera for me!
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tiny droplets of rain, decorate my window.
dot. dot. dot.
'raindrops keep falling on my head'
wish i could go outside and play
mum always made us shower after being caught in the rain
i don't get it
it's just water
it's stopped now.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
BACK UP BACK UP AND THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
"i'm sorry i had a bad day again"
after the disastrous (by my standards) review yesterday, i managed to bite my tongue, put on my brightest smile and suck it up. i figure, hey if you wanna work slash survive in the fashion industry, you need to have thick skin. if one lousy review makes you want to run to the toilet and bawl, then you seriously need to toughen up.
then disaster strikes.
this is singlehandedly the worst thing to happen to me since... the last bad thing that happened to me. you could call this a major setback, more than major - this is tragic. titanic even.
i don't know how i can possibly blog right now when my life has just written a note to self: Y-O-U-A-R-E-SO-O-V-E-R.
my hp laptop defiantly refuses to turn on and the message 'operation system could not be found' came onto the screen. i was calm calm calm until one international phonecall later and my brother oh-so-calmly telling me that i might lose EVERYTHING - then i was hysterical. sobbing, weeping, wailing, crying - you name it, i was it. i briefly considered flinging myself out the window but i straightened up, pulled myself together and proceeded to check my external harddrive and USB for files i had backed up.
my mother was so worried she begged me not to do anything stupid. as if i would seriously throw myself out a 3rd storey window. that would probably just land me in the garbage dump, with a broken back/neck/leg/arm - even then, still not enough to rescue me from the hole i've just fallen into.
turns out i had backed up most of my work, save for the single most important piece of all - the freshly and laboriously transcribed interviews from milan. FML.
good news: laura's friend L might be able to help me tomorrow; he builds computers for a living and is microsoft-certified, so i've been told. even if he can't, i still have the actual interview files so i'll just have to re-transcribe at the speed of light. bad news: as if i need any more bad news!
lesson of the day: i should've learnt my lesson from carrie on SATC - ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR WORK! BACK UP BACK UP THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
motto: who needs lemonade?! when life gives you lemons, have them with tequila!
at times like these, i wish i had a semi-charmed kinda life... (like some people i know)
v
after the disastrous (by my standards) review yesterday, i managed to bite my tongue, put on my brightest smile and suck it up. i figure, hey if you wanna work slash survive in the fashion industry, you need to have thick skin. if one lousy review makes you want to run to the toilet and bawl, then you seriously need to toughen up.
then disaster strikes.
this is singlehandedly the worst thing to happen to me since... the last bad thing that happened to me. you could call this a major setback, more than major - this is tragic. titanic even.
i don't know how i can possibly blog right now when my life has just written a note to self: Y-O-U-A-R-E-SO-O-V-E-R.
my hp laptop defiantly refuses to turn on and the message 'operation system could not be found' came onto the screen. i was calm calm calm until one international phonecall later and my brother oh-so-calmly telling me that i might lose EVERYTHING - then i was hysterical. sobbing, weeping, wailing, crying - you name it, i was it. i briefly considered flinging myself out the window but i straightened up, pulled myself together and proceeded to check my external harddrive and USB for files i had backed up.
my mother was so worried she begged me not to do anything stupid. as if i would seriously throw myself out a 3rd storey window. that would probably just land me in the garbage dump, with a broken back/neck/leg/arm - even then, still not enough to rescue me from the hole i've just fallen into.
turns out i had backed up most of my work, save for the single most important piece of all - the freshly and laboriously transcribed interviews from milan. FML.
good news: laura's friend L might be able to help me tomorrow; he builds computers for a living and is microsoft-certified, so i've been told. even if he can't, i still have the actual interview files so i'll just have to re-transcribe at the speed of light. bad news: as if i need any more bad news!
lesson of the day: i should've learnt my lesson from carrie on SATC - ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR WORK! BACK UP BACK UP THEN BACK UP SOME MORE!
motto: who needs lemonade?! when life gives you lemons, have them with tequila!
at times like these, i wish i had a semi-charmed kinda life... (like some people i know)
v
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
LADIES THAT LUNCH 11/MARZO/2010
THIS LUNCH, WAS THE ONLY TIME I SAT DOWN FOR A MEAL, THE WHOLE TRIP. WHICH POSSIBLY COULD EXPLAIN, WHY I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN SINCE RETURNING FROM MILAN, AND MANAGED TO GET A SEVERE CASE OF TONSILLITIS. STILL. THIS STREET CAFE LUNCH WAS WAY MORE THAN JUST A TRADITIONAL ITALIAN LUNCH. IT WAS HERE THAT WE SET OUR EYES UPON THE BEAUTYS FOR OUR BOOK. AND SPOKE TO TWO OF THE MOST INTERESTING CHARACTERS TO WRITE ABOUT. ALSO, I ENDED UP LEAPING UP, LEAVING MY JIMMY CHOO FOR ANYONE TO DO A GRAB AND RUN WITH, TO STOP A BURBERRY CLAD MAN, COMPLETE WITH BURBERRY UMBRELLA, (NO RAINY CONDITIONS MAY I ADD), WHICH ENDED UP BEING MY FAVOURITE PHOTOGRAPH OF THE DAY.OH, MILAN STREET CAFE PEOPLE WATCHING/PERVING LUNCHES. I MISS YOU SO.
L X
WW2 ON 11/MARZO/2010
OUR HOTEL ROOM ON DAY 2 LOOKED LIKE A BOMB HAD HIT IT. THANKGOD TAN ISNT A NEAT FREAK.
L X
10/MARZO/2010
OUR FIRST NIGHT IN MILANO. & WE HEADED TO CUNT CLUB. YES REALLY. A NIGHT. CALLED JUST THAT.
L X
INSIDE WE VENTURED. AND WERE MET WITH SKINNY BOYS WEARING UBER SKINNY JEANS, ALL BLACK, COMPLETE WITH BLACK LONG SWEPT HAIR. IT REMINDED ME SOMEWHAT OF AN OLD SOUTHEND SCENE, AND ALOT LIKE HORRORS WANNABES.
MET SOME UBER COOL GIRLS IN THE TOILETS, ONE NAMED NONO FROM CALI, DISSED BOYS IN THE TOILETS, CLIMBED UP INFRONT OF THE DJS, DANCED THE NIGHT AWAY, AND MISSED THE LAST TRAM HOME.
L X
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