au revoir (kinda)

I've decided to refrain from using this blog. Tumblr has been more comforting and besides, these posts have absolutely no (or just a meager 2 inches of) depth to them. I'm not meant to blog publicly. So I'll blog privately. Or somewhere you can't find me.

From now on, I will only talk about cupcakes. And baking-related things, I guess.

Not Kerbey Lane

I forgot how much I used to love my 50mm lens. Maybe I'll use it exclusively from now on. Or until I find I am much too close to the objects/people I want to photograph. But hey, I respect personal boundaries.

MyFace

This was a bad week. It can only get better, right? Yes!
Today, my mood was improved by good friends, good marks, good lunch.

Hey Panda

I thought a panda would look more appropriate amongst fruits, bright colors, and things of that nature because I don't have any bamboo in the house and this is the best I could do. But you know how hard it is to find good bamboo these days.




He was conceived from this chocolate mess. But isn't that how a great many things come to be? The beautiful product of some timely and fortuitous chaos. Chocolate optional.




This happened at around four in the morning. Ideal time for this sort of thing, isn't it? The place was a mess afterwards. And I was really tired. From cupcake-ing.

Blip

I was Luigi for Halloween.



The best part of the night was running down the 1st Street bridge. And also, NOT getting towed.

Thoughts on The Fountainhead so far:
-Ellsworth Toohey is upsetting.
-I would like to see the Dominique Francon that Rand pictured. She sounds beautiful and vastly misunderstood.
-Peter Keating is a jellyfish, why would he do that to poor Catherine? That poor, poor girl.. She's much too good-natured for him.
-I want to study Architecture.
-I would be terrified of a Howard Roark.