Unpacking my baggage

It's no secret that my mood has been fluctuating a lot lately, and then often, I'd just fall back into this calm passionless area...A lingering restlessness. Things seem to have been lackluster and muted grey. We all have our days and I guess it's been mine. However, this is the start of me finding back my mojo. I want to finish my final semester with a BANG! I need to stop attempting things half-heartedly and refuel the energy and determination that was poured into advertising last semester and photography last year. It starts with me finding photos from old shoots. So, I never got around to editing them since they had been culled from a painfully short list of suitable assessment photos (I hate selecting shots - it goes in hand with making decisions). Anyway basically, they never quite made the cut into submission for uni, but in this particular personal instance, they could not be any more fitting. The colour palette - the feel - of these define me now. " When the ...

Note the 'Brasov' sign on the hills - just like Hollywood. There's been a massive delay I know, but finally, I've found the will within me to be bothered to post these photos up. This is the batch from my trip to Bran, Brasov and Sinaia. When I flick back through these photos, my heart does this crazy thing. It misses everything... so I get a little sad. On the balcony outside our room. Fatmanur, Aga, & MEE with our Daft Body markings hah. The view outside the room - amazing, breathtaking...HELLOOOOO EDWARD CULLEN has to be somewhere in those trees! Jimmy trying to hitchhike HAHAHAHAHA! On top of Bran castle with Aga. And finally, lo and behold, the most beautiful building I have ever laid eyes upon: Peles Castle in Sinaia. The minute you walk in, there is literally no way you are able to just take everything in immediately. I found myself looking around in all directions, with such ferocity and velocity. I believe my mouth was wide open the entire time... The stree...

Ever since I was about 13, I have blogged religiously. I have insisted on documenting my thoughts through diaries, online journals and websites. I have been avid at following this routine because it was always so therapeutic to vent it all out...and I'm kinda a huge drama queen so I need somewhere to be dramatic. As of late, I've suddenly stopped/would rather take 3 hour 'naps'. Where did the egotistical need to write about myself go?? Final photography subject. First assessment for the semester. Project was on textured/shiny surfaces and translucent objects. Shot in the studio with studio lighting, the works. Loathe the studio lighting workshops. Bores me to death. Don't pay attention, hence the lack of direction when I'm in the studio by myself and have no freaking idea what to do...