PHOTOGRAPHY

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Simpler Days.





www.myspace.com/contacttablesSometimes the loading is temporarily unavailable and sometimes the pictures turn into colored boxes. Hopefully by the time you see this, it'll be fine.If not...better luck next time?

Friday, May 12, 2006

Featuring...Pt.II



Meet Miss Veronica. I've described her before,really [see July23rd2005 post].wow.almost a year ago.scary.
Anyway, I thought I'd feature yet another budding photographer. She picked up photography QUITE recently and well, I'm sure she'll be glad to let into her
lilpictureworld. Italy is one big beautiful scene, I'm sure you'll notice. Her black&whites are really nice [click the pic of the baby when u get there]. I'm being random here. I heart Nica. We were "the best". *hands up in air motion* eh,girl? :) [sorry,inside joke] MUAHKKk.

On a different note, today my day was made better when I stumbled upon the admission that I'm an influence to you. I didn't know that. I feel honored. Don't change that list for a while, ok? haha. Thanks.

P.S. And for the record, you're an inspiration. Uh huh. Isn't that scary.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

*blink*

I don't like it when you press "Stop" in the middle of a song.
I'd rather you turn the volume down slowly THEN stop.
I guess I need a nice conclusion. Or the illusion of one.

My inspiration for this post came from a lyric I just read.

Membuatku terjatuh dan terjatuh lagi
Membuatku merasakan yang t'lah terjadi
Semua yang terbaik dan yang terlewati
Semua yang terhenti tanpa ku akhiri

I liked that last line. A rough translation :

Making me fall and fall again
Making me feel what's past
All the best, and all that's missed
All that's stopped without me ending it.


Like that abrupt feeling I get when you press Stop.
When you don't end what you started in the first place.
The it's-gone-but-something's-still-hanging-somewhere feeling
like a thin silver thread of web. hardly visible, but there.

I really don't have a point in this post.
I'm homesick.
And it's not going away.





Monday, May 01, 2006

Word Vomit. i apologize.do not read.

I'd give a lot if they would teach me how to dance freely
and just be me.
I'd breathe easier if they told me that I'm doing it right
and that it's okay to be me.
I mess up. I trip. I stray. I break. under the pressure of it all.
And sometimes when it's too sharp, I just get numb from the fall
Could a kind soul reach into mine,
and put the warmth back inside?
Could they hold this heart ever so gently and nurse it back to life?
Could they search a little more and remove the splinters
cut away the cancer
suck out all the waste
Could they let me be me?
If she'd only see what I've truly become
If he'd only believe in what I could be
If they saw my thoughts spread out, heard it loud,
Would they let me be me?
I know, I know. You don't have to tell me how crap this post is.
I'll probably regret ever typing this by tomorrow.
[another day:yeah, i regretted it.]