Friday, February 25, 2011
Doobleedoo.
It's been a while.. But you know I have my blogging moods and then I'll just stop tout de suite. Talk about a C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!
So yeah obviously a lot has happened. Stuff like what you ask? Well let's see.. Hmm. Oh yeah, a guy was killed in front of my dad's clinic. What about that as shocking news? I find it cool cause our clinic is like some kind of crime scene or something. Some people even told me that the place will be haunted by the guy. But I personally think it wouldn't make a difference cause the place is already haunted anyways. LOL
As for me, I've been doing a lot of photography work for my school. Well to some people, I should feel proud I was chosen or something, but I feel pathetic and hypocritical. Why? Because I'm never one to donate to the evil system that is the academical system/co curricular system. Why again? Cause it's against my beliefs. If you ask me the reason for this again, it would take 10 blog posts to explain. So I'd pass what with the lazy assness of the situation.
BUT you could ask me why I did it even though I'm supposed to be totally against it. Well this alllll started at the school marathon. I don't like running, or rushing, for that matter, so you could just guess what I'll do if I did enter the thing. In my form 1 , 2, and 3 days, I just faked a stomachache, asthma attack or whatever. But I thought that was getting old so I made myself useful and become a photographer for the event. And I'd like to see stare-worthy pictures in the school year book this year. The past year's photos were.. yeah.
But then, shit got serious. The teacher kept asking me to bring my SLR to school and shoot this, shoot that, shit on this, shit on that.
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The shitting part ain't entirely true.
And so, now I'm the school 'Paparazzi'. Ugh. That word just wears me out, cause I keep imagining myself being ecstatic looking at people mess up and take pictures of them doing so. Oh wai- I already do enjoy that. Oh well. BUT IT'S NOT A CAREER CHOICE.
Basically, I feel like a sellout. I'd like to be a freelance photographer. Not one who takes shit from anyone. If there was to be a man, I would be that man. Haih. FAIL
Well this was pathetic. Before I make myself sound more like a loser, I should peace out.
LAYYYTAZZZ!
Lotsa gay love,
Nisha.
9:39 PM