Comments that don’t make sense. 

Late night, almost next day. 

Thinking a lot. Thinking too much?

Excited but scared, loving but hating, tired but awake. 

Two posts, one day. But let’s pretend this one’s for tomorrow, because I’m already in focusing on that day. 

31%. The amount of effort I put into preventing the invetiable? My phone charge.

80%. The amount of effort I wish I’d put into preventing the inevitable. It’s inevitable, don’t waste your resources.

1st since 11.

Friends. More than before. Real friends. More than before. Satisfaction. No comment.

Cold feet, spotty socks.

Rain. Open window. Old school Taylor Swift song. Peter Pan.

Tomorrow. Happy birthday. The day before Pancake Tuesday. Happy birthday. Refer to 1st since 11. College. 11:40. How many birthdays?

Tea tree oil. Scar. Illness.

28%. The amount of effort I’m putting into writing this? My phone charge.

Messages. From people that care? About you, or themselves? Both. Neither.

20 minutes. For this post to still be valid? But it isn’t valid.

Random numbers, random words, random thoughts. My thoughts. Right now. 

You won’t understand this, but maybe someone will.

Why I changed my mind about Twitter

Since I stopped blogging I’ve really fallen in love with Twitter. Firstly, it was for the networking opportunities. In the business I’m in (photography & design), networking is one of the most essential ingredients to success: your contacts are the people you rely on to make things happen. Continue reading Why I changed my mind about Twitter

Censorship feels like too basic a title.

It’s a weird concept to be so aware of who can access the content you post online, and it’s not really something I’ve fallen victim to much in the past – on this blog at least. It’s definitely restricting. You can’t necessarily express yourself entirely in the way that you want to because you don’t know who might be reading what you write or how they might interpret that. I’m finding it a lot in regards to a recent project of mine, where I’m aware more so than ever of my views and how my own opinions might offend people or how they might be perceived differently to how I intended. Continue reading Censorship feels like too basic a title.

Not so Theroux-ly written.

Thing’s have been going well, which is something I haven’t been able to say for a long while. I won’t go into too much depth about why or how they have been, but I think it’s good to finally express that the place I’m in is a lot brighter now than it has been. Continue reading Not so Theroux-ly written.

Rehab. (The Media’s Part in the Decline of Amy Winehouse)

The mainstream media are superbly good at kicking people when they are down. This is apparent on a daily basis when magazines and magazines of cruel comments and vicious rumours line the shelves and television hosts slur snide, harsh remarks only to humour their audiences.

The “Amy” documentary depicting the life and death of the late Amy Winehouse left a sour taste in my mouth as the role the media played in her downfall played through my mind. The documentary emphasised the toxic effect that fame can have on a person. Continue reading Rehab. (The Media’s Part in the Decline of Amy Winehouse)

So, what’s going on?

It’s been a while. I’m having this problem with my dedication and motivation. I discussed it within my last post but it still seems that it’s as ripe as ever.

I took my AS mock exams a few weeks ago in preparation for my exams come May (not long, now) and I’ve been very busy learning the ins and outs of photography and trying to master the skill to add to my creative portfolio. I also got a job. It’s about time. In regards to this blog, I’ve had little time to spend on it, it seems.

I’ve tried not to get out of the habit of writing but I lost my favourite writing journal so I’ve fallen victim to the analytical essays and comparisons of my classes rather than investing my time and emotions into something raw and worthy. Here’s to hoping that that will change in the coming days, weeks and months. Continue reading So, what’s going on?

note to self: pay attention

My attention span is honestly horrendous.

I’ve spoken briefly about issues regarding this before, but I think it’s something I really need to begin to address more frequently. I honestly have a horrendous attention span.

I am the sort of person who will put all of their energy into something all at once and then burn out quickly. I struggle to balance projects evenly and often leave things neglected and without nurture; quite like this blog. Continue reading note to self: pay attention