Fairy Tales

Always have happy endings: the princess has a billion babies with the man of her dreams, they live in a pink castle much like the one in Disneyland Resort that I found and they have a photo album as proof of the amazing life they lead when they're both ninety two years old have grey hair and false teeth. Is what I defined as a 'happy ending' when I was still in kindergarten.

Seeing Red

Red was my favourite colour when I was a little kid still in kindergarten. Possibly because I spent too much time with my Asian mother but you never know. On an unrelated note my boyfriend's favourite colour is red and he's not Asian. This is sort of for him since I haven't got any nice photos of him yet. That reason, and the fact that assembly lots of objects of the same colour is challenging and a lot of fun when they are all put together looks pretty good. Dodgy quality because I took it on my digital camera, not the fake DSLR. Only for the reason that I'm out of practice with taking photos and with the Fujifilm Z it has a rechargeable battery rather than four double A batteries for power.

It's been a while

You know it's never a good thing when your clothesline is covered with spiderwebs and it takes you a good five minutes to clean them all of using sticks off the ground before you can even do the laundry. It's worse still when the spider webs are covered in fine dew and it's freezing outside and you know the laundry will take a while to dry properly anyway.

Heart of Glass

Once I had a love and it was a gas, then I found out I had a heart of glass... Murano red glass heart on double length gold chain, American Apparel fleece cape I like to wear when I want to feel like some sort of romantic Death Eater.

Temple in the sun

Architecture in Gothic style almost makes me want to become religious. But I'm too lazy really and I have little time as it is.I'll just stick to admiring it and taking photographs wherever I go of things I like and places that are beautiful once I have the time.

Them Crooked Vultures

They always seem a bit conspiratorial, black, vulgar, shady creatures don't they vultures? I guess you earn that sort of reputation if you enjoy eating whatever drops dead and pick them apart rather neatly. Those scrawny little necks, perched upon bald pink heads. Massive black wings that could swallow you up never to be seen again.

Cliche

 
America did not dissapoint me in all the cliches they had. Teachers with apples on their desks, the typical check bolted to a desk which I struggled with on my one and only day of classes with my host, cheeze that comes in a can and fat people everywhere. Oh, and the pledge of allegiance. Something you shouldn't really participate in if you are a foreigner, otherwise you just get lost and ramble and look stupid and hope no one has noticed you.