segunda-feira, 28 de novembro de 2011
A day between the leaves
I actually did this on Saturday but since I only received the photos today I can only put them up now...
domingo, 27 de novembro de 2011
Sick as a Potato
So when I finally decided that I would blog everyday I got tangled in the preparations of my 20th birthday... which, if it wasn't for my boyfriend, I would have been totally crappy... Now, literally! I made 20 winters on November 16 and on that day I went out to eat sushi... and I got food poisoning -.-' So I got strapped to the bed until a week ago with too much pain on my stomach that I would like to bear...
But when all the pain went away, and I though that the worst had gone away, the cravings began.... Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, even stuff I hate to eat seemed utterly delicious and made me want to eat till I burst.... Of course my boyfriend didn't let me eat anything... I mean, I was on a carrot soup-rice-and-toast-only diet.... And I don't really care much for carrots... nor rice... or toast... So everything I saw became like piece of heaven's cake, or the forbidden fruit or something like that... and it was a torture to see other people eating chocolate croissants or steak or cake, or hamburgers, ice cream, or french fries or damn anything solid....
But hey, I'm all better now and I can already eat normal food (yey for bread an nuttela!!) so I'm coming back to the programmed blogging routine.....
But when all the pain went away, and I though that the worst had gone away, the cravings began.... Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, even stuff I hate to eat seemed utterly delicious and made me want to eat till I burst.... Of course my boyfriend didn't let me eat anything... I mean, I was on a carrot soup-rice-and-toast-only diet.... And I don't really care much for carrots... nor rice... or toast... So everything I saw became like piece of heaven's cake, or the forbidden fruit or something like that... and it was a torture to see other people eating chocolate croissants or steak or cake, or hamburgers, ice cream, or french fries or damn anything solid....
But hey, I'm all better now and I can already eat normal food (yey for bread an nuttela!!) so I'm coming back to the programmed blogging routine.....
terça-feira, 8 de novembro de 2011
How 9GAG stole my soul
For those who still don't know, there is a website known as 9gag in which the users send images of funny things.
This seems a fairly simple concept though I couldn't even imagine how stupidly vicious that website really is.
Now, for some people this may seem like I'm dumb or weak minded but the fact is that we never really realise that we have an addiction until it's too late... I can quit whenever I want of course...
But the fact is that 9gag has become my morning news (seriously, I'm at college at 9am and the first thing I do when I arrive is to turn on the PC and check 9gag. And when I'm bored I check 9gag. And when I have to work I say "just another page..." but that sole page never comes alone... It always brings a couple more... (or should I say a dozen more...)
But the fact is that 9gag has become my morning news (seriously, I'm at college at 9am and the first thing I do when I arrive is to turn on the PC and check 9gag. And when I'm bored I check 9gag. And when I have to work I say "just another page..." but that sole page never comes alone... It always brings a couple more... (or should I say a dozen more...)
So now I decided to become an extra-active voter to contribute to the expulsion of those demon posts...
Oh well....
Visit 9gag anyway.... it's fun!! :D
eli
segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2011
Sweet Twenty
When I was a kid, way before even being a teenager, I had the notion that by the time I was 20 I would have something meaningful accomplished in my life. I'm not saying I wanted to become a superstar or anything like that (though if I was I wouldn't dislike it), but I always though I would be someone a little known, that had win some design contests or made a few fans on Daily Lolita....
But now, less than 10 days of meeting that deadline I find myself desperate for how little I have achieved and how I can blame no one else but me. And worse, I feel like the little 10 year old inside me is looking to me frowning and thinking how much an idiot I am.
Still, I know that 20 is a very early age... I mean I would be really screwed if I was 30 right?
Well, for now I think I will re-think my life, and I'll try to do something meaningful. I see all those movies about people who follow their dreams but I myself have been too much scared of failing to even try once. So I'll try everything. Everything that I fancy. Enter every contest, may it be Design, singing or even doing juggling! (that last was a joke of course...) But heck, I don't care! Because maybe I'll find out that I succeed at something and then I won't be so underachieved...
I may even try out modelling... I'll start by posting daily at Daily Lolita... (name says it all but well...)
Still, I know that 20 is a very early age... I mean I would be really screwed if I was 30 right?
Well, for now I think I will re-think my life, and I'll try to do something meaningful. I see all those movies about people who follow their dreams but I myself have been too much scared of failing to even try once. So I'll try everything. Everything that I fancy. Enter every contest, may it be Design, singing or even doing juggling! (that last was a joke of course...) But heck, I don't care! Because maybe I'll find out that I succeed at something and then I won't be so underachieved...
I may even try out modelling... I'll start by posting daily at Daily Lolita... (name says it all but well...)
Stay tuned for more...
eli
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