I'm in the plane.In a few hours,I'll be in my homeland.I took a quick look in what I wrote in the previous pages.They look like another language I cannot speak anymore,because now I have found love and my life flows like a lazy river,the days aren't to be counted anymore.. Until yesterday,I wasn't even sure if I was really leaving today.Because I didn't care.I just wanted to be with him.I have finally found him. I don't have friends.The proof : Who gives a shit about me when I'm on holiday? No one.Just him. Actually,I don't know what I should start thinking of,because I feel like I'm going through a phase,who knows if it's permanent or not,I'm living,blinded,absolute happiness.I'm spending my money,wasting my time,my voice and my energy without really minding.I am thinking and wondering about many various things,of everything that concerns me.All the chapters that construct my rebellious life. How did I fall in love? Maybe I'm strong. It's also maybe because it promised a whole new exciting start.Sounded like a good deal. He loves me,I don't know why. We have great chemistry but some differences aswell,that we didn't think we would have at first. I love him,because maybe all these years I've been missing this kind of love,this passion and sympathy of one other,the attention,focused on me..only. Without having any doubts,I linger. Without hypocrisy.. Without a leash but with a root that connects us,with honesty and truth.
I stayed one more month in Luxemburg,to take my time and enjoy this gift as if it was a blessing. That's it,time has passed now.At the moment I'm a passenger in one airplane from the Swissair agency.In a few hours,I'll be in Athens.In the late afternoon,I'll be in Loutraki and in the evening,I'll get in touch with my inner hungry monster and indulge in many,many souvlakias.(sic) Then I'll sip one or two beers with the crew,we'll have a little laugh,we'll go for a little walk and everyone will think this was what was needed to be considered "active" and "healthy",except me.haha. How much do I know myself? So much,that I don't know the real me. Sometimes I don't even realise what I'm saying,if it has a meaning.It must have a meaning. Blurry and unclear though,like every time and try to analyse something that concerns me.Because I'm a sort of blurry person too,without a clear meaning.And what about the others,then? What's the meaning of,let's say,serving me 2 glasses of water that I asked for (because I'm really dying of thirst) if the quantity in each one is less than half a glass? So,2 glasses of 100 ml.Makes 200 ml.Less than one glass itself.I feel sorry for them.With only 100 ml a sip,ridiculous quantity of water,they need twice as much work,twice as much quantity,twice as much rubbish to throw ( and what about ecology?) to serve one thirsty person. And I'm still thirsty,because of the swiss gorgeous chocolates they served me. My fingers start to hurt,but it's my fault because I write too much and too fast.Even the paper itself will be hurt from all the crap I write. The dude next to me just swallowed three chocolates,two cokes.I guess he believe's I'm weird and geeky. He looks american to me.Typical burger addict face anyway.Maybe we are too darn different.Maybe it's my fault because,somehow,I chose to be this way. The plane is slowly landing to Zurich (what a name..) and I didn't even realise it.We are arriving earlier than expected.
I've decided to write a small casual article about what I've been interrested lately,after seeing one small reference in a greek magasine.Okay,let's admit it,lomography has been "hype" and fashionable at crazy prices for every use,but it's the meaning that counts.It is different than photography itself.It's abstract art.It's a whole other way of thinking.Of actually,not thinking at all.And endless possibilities to shoot.The world is yours.
Lomography is a new take on an old style of analogue photography. The Lomo L-CA, from which Lomography takes its name, was a camera originally produced during the Communist period in St. Petersburg, Russia, though the design has recently been bought up by a Swiss firm who market it as a 'fashion camera'. The Lomo L-CA has a maximum film speed of 400 ISO, and (like all modern point and shoot cameras) keeps the shutter open long enough for each picture to be accurately exposed. The combination of automatic exposure, relatively fast film speeds, and small size encourages the Lomo user to take slightly abstract photographs.
Lomography emphasizes a casual 'shoot from the hip' attitude. Never mind when a a picture is out of focus or the framing is odd. Shoot first, judge later. Others use the technique to document everyday life, not by a well composed picture, taken at exactly the right moment, but rather by producing a series of undirected pictures that together tell a story.
Lomography emphasizes casual, snapshot photography. Characteristics such as over-saturated colors, off-kilter exposure, blurring, "happy accidents," and alternative film processing are often considered part of the "Lomographic Technique." Users are encouraged to take a lighthearted approach to their photography, and use these techniques to document everyday life, as the Lomo LC-A's small size, simple controls, and ability to shoot in low light encourages candid photography, photo reportage, and photo vérité through the much-touted "10 Rules."
The 10 rules of Lomography
Rule 1 Take your Lomo everywhere you go. Rule 2 Use it any time - day & night. Rule 3 Lomography is not an interference in your life, but a part of it. Rule 4 Try to shoot from the hip. Rule 5 Approach the objects of your lomographic desire as close as possible. Rule 6 Don't think. Rule 7 Be fast. Rule 8 You don't have to know beforehand what you captured on film. Rule 9 Afterwards either. Rule 10 Don't worry about any rules.
A bitch and a half when some one is being so annoying, bitchy, jackassish, and difficult to the point of insanity.
"oh my lord, your being a bitch and a half right now"
Chav Picture this a young lad about 12 years of age and 4 ½ feet high baseball cap at ninety degrees in a imitation addidas tracksuit, with trouser legs tucked into his socks (of course, is definitely the height of fashion). This lad is strutting around, fag in one hand jewellery al over the over, outside McDonalds acting as if he is 8 foot tall and built like a rugby player, when some poor unsuspecting adult (about 17/18) walks round the corner wanting to go to mcdonalds for his dinner glances at the young lad, the young lad jumps up in complete disgust and says “Whats your problem? Wanna make sommin of it? Bling Bling” when the adult starts to walk towards the young lad, the young lad pisses himself and runs off to either his pregnant 14-year-old girlfriend or his brother in the army crying his eyes out.
My mate has become a chav what can i do? answer is shoot him before it is too late
peep to check out, consider sexually/romantically, in hopes of catching his or her eye. usually over a slightly long period of time, is not a drive-by/walk-by checking out. When recipricated, may be a peepshow Man, that guy is hella peeping you.
I've been hardcore peeping him.
talk to the hand A saying used to ignore and disregard a comment or an insult when you can't think of a way to counter it. When this phrase is used, it is customary to raise your hand, palm facing out, and place it almost touching your adversary's face. This can make even the most civil person raging mad. Another variation is "talk to the hand 'cause the face don't give a damn'." I really did not know that people still said this.
Misty: Kylee, you a nasty, ugly, stupid- Kylee: Talk to the hand. (Raises hand to Misty's face.)
emo An entire subculture of people (usually angsty teens) with a fake personality. The concept of Emo is actually a vicious cycle that never ends, to the utter failing of humanity, and it goes something like this:
1. Girls say they like "sensitive guys" (lie) 2. Guy finds out, so he listens to faggy emo music and dresses like a dork so chicks will see that he is sensitive and not afraid to express himself (lie). He dyes his hair black, wraps himself in a stupid looking scarf, develops an eating disorder, and rants about how "nobody understands". 3. Now an emo guy, he meets Emo chick and they start dating, talking about how their well-off suburban lifestyles are terrible and depressing (lie) 4. Emo guy is just too much of a pussy. His penis is too small, he's too depressed to bathe, and has more mood swings than emo chick, and he doesn't even have a menstrual cycle. Emo chick dumps him, saying "It's not you, it's me." (lie) as she drives off with Wayne, the school jock and captain of the football team. 5. Emo guy goes home and cries, proceeds to write a weak song and strum a single string on his acoustic guitar. Another emo chick sees how he is so in touch with his feelings, and the cycle continues.
This is the sad truth of the emo lifestyle/music, and now that I look at how pathetic it really is, maybe the emos DO have something to cry about! When she sees how sensitive and emo I have become, she'll definately go out with me!
La meilleure facon d'écouter de la reggae,c'est en fumant un joint sur la plage,avec les potes.Elle me fait sourire,me donne envie de danser,de chanter,d'être folle,elle me donne même envie de baiser. Le rock,ca dépend.Le rock pur sang me donne du pep,de l'attitude.Le rock alternatif me donne un air nostalgique,me donne une envie de fumer et de peindre,d'écrire..Les arctic monkeys me donnent une irrésistiblke envie de me bourrer la gueule,de danser dans un endoit minuscule entre des gens qui transpirent et qui sentent la fumée.De courir,tout détruire,etre trash,vulgaire et anarchique.tout comme le vieux punk d'ailleurs.Par contre,le métal,ca me dit rien. Le rap,le hiphop,c'est dans deux cas.Pendant un workout,surtout un truc où il ya des poids,comme le bodypump..Ou simplement quand je suis bourrée,j'ai envie de bouger,et il n'y a que ca en boîte.. Tout comme la techno/dance d'ailleurs.Sauf que ce genre là,il m'arrive aussi de l'écouter même avant de sortir,pour me mettre dans le mood.Que ce soit Tiesto,Miss Kittin,Guetta,Gaudino.. La pop,ca dépend car elle a de differentes morphologies,c'est comme les femmes.Il yen a toujours des plus musclées,des plus rondes,des fines...Ca varie,mais en géneral.ca donne du peps et ca fait chanter. Le jazz,la musique classique.le rétro,ca me donne envie de boire un bon verre de vin rouge et de raconter des philosophies à la con,tout en regardant le ciel et les étoiles.Regarder les gens qui traversent la rue et la facon dont chaqun marche,mange,boit son vin.Peindre,lire des livres.Se cultiver. Le lounge,l'ambiant,le triphop.Une chose.Zen.Un canapé,des coussins,peut etre meme une shisha.Ou un cosmo,une belle robe et le jeu de la séduction dans un lounge lui même.