The Morning Fog

I took this photo in early Saturday morning at about five in the morning.

And the song below fits the photo so perfectly! Even though I was listening to different song at that time.

I'm actually doing a series of photographs, called 'My Little Dead Hometown' where I take photos of my hometown, of the real hometown. Just the way I see it.
If I have enough courage, I'll upload even more photos I've taken.





p.s. I've added a new page about Lifescouts Badges.

Hugs,
S.

School times. Remembered

With the celebration of my school graduation day (or a prom), I've decided to share some of the photos taken during those twelve school years.

Unfortunately, there aren't THAT many photos (unlike some of my classmates' facebook photo albums, ha ha!) - those years weren't always the easiest for me, so I didn't have an intention to memorize them all. But I'm glad I've survived. Somewhat.

To be honest, I didn't want to go to the event but I had to take my graduation diploma so that I can send its photocopy to my university. The whole event is mostly about boasting; it's a paradise for show-offs and pretenders. Despite them, I did enjoy the event.

AND most importantly I'VE FINALLY GRADUATED FROM SCHOOL!!!!

So here are the photos:

My first year at my first school. I'm the tallest one in the last row

A photo of my ex classmate and me at my first school
when I was fifteen, or something...
This one's embarrassing...

The same year. Took all those when I was in the artistic mood. And YES, my first school looked like that before the renovation.

Halloween at my new school, 2011. I was a make-up artist of the event.

A photo from Song and Dance festival in 2012

Photos from another 'being inspired at school' series.

These are the photos of the 'Last Bell' celebration. It's basically a day when an event is held for senior highs, during which everyone is crying and continuously reminding you that you're old, and those times spent at school will never come back. I felt weird when everyone around me was crying their eyes out while I didn't. Why would I cry? For leaving a place where I didn't feel good? No, thanks!

A photo of my class, obviously...

The first page of yearbook of 89th graduates and teachers.

Yesterday's photos

FUCK YEAH!!!

With my lovely sister

Afterparty

That's all from me for now!

Take care.x

Musical Guilty (Secret) Pleasures

We all have some. Even I do.
It's strange that something we like must be hidden and/or we are ashamed of telling others about them. Probably this keeps us going - it's as same as when we were children and had our own so-called 'Secret Places' no-one knew. Maybe it's because of the thrill we get when we are secretive and have something nobody knows about.
Although, we shouldn't be ashamed of our likes no matter how weird or awkwardly disturbing they are. Because only the odds make a person an unique individual.
So, I thought it's time for me to open up a bit and reveal some of my more 'normal' guilty musical pleasures out of my countless list (I'll keep others to myself, though), and if you want, you can share your musical guilty pleasures, too.

1. Metal/Trash Metal. I absolutely love these genres. But somehow I cannot find the gut to admit that...
The song in my mind: Lost Society - Kill (Those Who Oppose Me).

2. Limp Bizkit. It's weird, because I don't like Nu-Metal, but this band... A total guilty pleasure. I love headbanging while listening to these aggressively energetic songs.
The song in my mind: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff.

3. Wild Beasts. I got hooked on them after 'Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants'. They are amazing, yet everyone don't like them, or at least don't know them. Their lyrics... the music and the frontman's voice... amazing.
The song in my mind: Wild Beasts - Bed of Nails.

4. Tom Waits. Honestly, it's not a guilty pleasure, but some people don't seem to understand him. The song 'Christmas Card Fromm A Hooker In Minneapolis' and so does the rest of the songs always give me a weird feeling  that makes me want to sit in an old fashioned wingback chair in front of a fireplace, with a glass of bourbon in one hand and with a cigarette in another, and listen to his music playing in the background. Weirdly, I somehow like this feeling... His songs are deep and sad; he definitely speaks for those whose voices aren't heard...
The song in my mind: Tom Waits - I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You.


This is goodnight, Vienna from Simona...
Take care!x