Cheap smokes.

Another night turned to day. Once again. The usual guiltiness emerged while she bought early crackers from people who had recently woken up, while going to sleep. She had found herself in a quirky spot. Allergies, morning, no cell phone. And she wanted to share everything with him. The cat's embarassment, the baker's smile, the rising sun's colors on the morning sky. In the end, she decided to share them with the morning crackers, chewing them while slowly going to sleep.

Unfair

If I've learned one thing lately is that when something is about interaction, it can never happen if both people involved don't see things in the same way. And you can't pressure someone to interact with you the way you like, if they don't want to. You'll have to wait and give turns. Even though you like things to happen your way.

 

Early morning story.

These hours are tough, especially when you haven't slept yet. While you're removing your gown and wonder why you ain't sleepy, things about the complications of human relationships come to your mind. Why does every insignificant thing told in such hour looks like it came straight out of a movie? who knows. Directors might. The sky becomes lighter and you look like a damn superhero. And the you take off last night's clothes, you go to sleep and when you wake up again, the extreme dimension is gone and you're a human again. Goodnight. Good Morning.

Dedicated.

To those who've left us. And to the rest that stay.

Glad

Yet another stupid post. Lately, as my student of architecture years are coming to an end, I'm feeling glad. Of the people I've met, of the ones that are my friends, of those who care. When you're in the verge of losing something (yet another sign of growing up, because usually, you learn from things you've already lost) you can appreciate it's value fully. I think that, after many years of useless suffering, I've come to appreciate, once again, the little things that matter. And if they don't distact you from the bigger things you shall fight for, it's a clear win. Goodnight.

Inspiration comes from everyday life

 

and lots of bad snacks

Oh, surprise.

...my project goes on too. And pretty decently, I'd say. Can't wait to get my ass out of exams and shoot more.

Exceeds expectations part II

When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me I was perfect. The most beautiful, smart and creative person in the world. She didn't really scold me when I did shitty things, but each and every of my little acheivements seemed to her like a confirmation of her theory. You'd say, how cute, moms are like that etc. I'd say you give a greater look to the non-scolding part. This was the beginning of a blessing and a curse. Having others convinced that you're perfect makes you very confident and very fragile at the same time. Because you have to live up to their expectations. I always remember not understanding things at school and not daring asking, because I'd lose the status. And this went on. You know, if you want to convince someone that you're the way they expect you to be, you'll have to tell a bunch of lies. And if lies seems like too harsh of a word, you'll have to not tell anything that counters the image. And it's fucking shitty. Because we all do it. One makes a superhuman out of a man and then the other has to be a superhuman  to live up to your expectations. And then you get deceived... because that's the end of the story. But the deception is both people's fault.
So, how does one get out of the vicious circle? I think that, after having done and lived everything of the above, the answer is simple. Be truthful. Do not deny expectations alltogether but be aware of who you're doing things for, why and what they are. You'll get a little bit of freedom.

Life goes on.

...and then came this song...

...that always keeps me company when I feel like I need something. And it works