beautiful life

i want to look forward to trip, to prepare with excitement. but somehow, having to get the essays done by this week makes the anticipation..well..no anticipation.
knowing that school starts right after i get back, does make it lesser for me.

but i intend, do (do,do,do..) intend, to enjoy it.

those round steamy see-through hanging things in salons.. when u talk with it over ur head, it sounds like someone's gone and put a microphone at ur voicebox..

i seem to be doing alot this week. more action than you know..
pausing, own.. i can't be bothered to construct what i want to express into solid words just as of
now..

i don't whether its cos i just got back from camp or.. but the papers..are..getting a bit too interesting for comfort.
honestly, we have fiction, for a reason.

we want it to stay fictional.

just one thing cool abt photography.. the person taking the photo expresses the photo in his own; like painting you paint the same scenery as the other person but there's the totally different feel to it.
thats what i want and like, own expression strong enough to naturally be alive; the expression to be the photo.
BeautLfe".. your photos, they have a feeling of yearning for hope.."

feeling random.