"So what do you get from your course?"
a friend of mine asked me while having coffee with him last Tuesday.
"I get to do what I love."
"Seriously? Three years for that?"
"Nothing is wasted as long as I'm learning and having fun."
"Yeah. First year would teach you how to turn on the camera. Second will teach you how to aim it.."
"I get to do what I love."
"Seriously? Three years for that?"
"Nothing is wasted as long as I'm learning and having fun."
"Yeah. First year would teach you how to turn on the camera. Second will teach you how to aim it.."
I could've been a bitch and told him that this is the underlying reason why he's still a virgin at 20 besides his big fat ass, but I fought the idea of it and let karma do the talking... Besides, putting up with people who keeps on insulting my program is more than enough in one sitting. Whats even more frustrating is when your professor tries to teach you while she's just being a whiny bitch for half the whole time for her class.
Its hard to stay sane when you have 64 pictures more to shoot, 7 plates to paint, and one photo essay all due in just a week. To think that you're balancing these stuffs with your family, dinner, coffee and boyfriend. AND before I forget, I still have 7 more pictures to manipulate all due this Saturday.
I'd like to work and do what I'm supposed to be doing but that inspired push ain't in there yet.
So, while I procrastinate and stalk-i mean, check-people's tagged pictures on facebook. I found this really interesting piece, which obviously tells me that I'm going to hell (with all the other hot gay men out there. Yes papa P, you are coming with us.) YEAY!
I'd like to see her get struck by lightning or by a truck, but that plain grey hoodie she was wearing IS way too chic to waste. Even though she did wear fake-cheap braces and a fifty-a-piece glasses, that hoodie is still too precious. & I do hope I won't see them (homophobic faux pas) in hell.
Now this gets me back to the whole gay pride scene in this country. Though we all know that being gay isn't much supressed down here except to those unico hijos and mafia-ic chinese families-I don't get the reason why some of the people were wearing pretty eccentric clothes last gay pride.
Point is, we're trying to show everyone that we're just like everybody else in this country and we go there topless with angel wings and whatnot covering ourselves. & please-don't go sayin' like you don't know what normal is.
I guess the whole point of this post is to tell you how much I connect the most random things to past tenses and midnight dramas concerning sex. If there's one last thing I gotta say to you, its
Its hard to stay sane when you have 64 pictures more to shoot, 7 plates to paint, and one photo essay all due in just a week. To think that you're balancing these stuffs with your family, dinner, coffee and boyfriend. AND before I forget, I still have 7 more pictures to manipulate all due this Saturday.
I'd like to work and do what I'm supposed to be doing but that inspired push ain't in there yet.
So, while I procrastinate and stalk-i mean, check-people's tagged pictures on facebook. I found this really interesting piece, which obviously tells me that I'm going to hell (with all the other hot gay men out there. Yes papa P, you are coming with us.) YEAY!
I'd like to see her get struck by lightning or by a truck, but that plain grey hoodie she was wearing IS way too chic to waste. Even though she did wear fake-cheap braces and a fifty-a-piece glasses, that hoodie is still too precious. & I do hope I won't see them (homophobic faux pas) in hell.Now this gets me back to the whole gay pride scene in this country. Though we all know that being gay isn't much supressed down here except to those unico hijos and mafia-ic chinese families-I don't get the reason why some of the people were wearing pretty eccentric clothes last gay pride.
Point is, we're trying to show everyone that we're just like everybody else in this country and we go there topless with angel wings and whatnot covering ourselves. & please-don't go sayin' like you don't know what normal is.
I guess the whole point of this post is to tell you how much I connect the most random things to past tenses and midnight dramas concerning sex. If there's one last thing I gotta say to you, its
BE READY.
