careers ?

i met a journalist today. he was kind of scruffy looking, a little worn around the edges, but had this crazy sense of confidence and an wicked sense of humour. he didn’t dress like someone with cash to spare, but when i asked him, he told me that he loved what he did, and that sealed the deal for me.

i remember that week in year 10 when i decided i wanted to become a journalist. it was raining all fucking week, and i followed the photographers and writers of a local newspaper around to different places, stepping in puddles and freezing to death the whole time.

it was a good week.

renovations .

soundtrack: atozzio; i quit // thoughts: are in the clouds

quick update about the changes i’ve made; you will notice that the banner is not longer clickable. to redirect to the home page you will now have to click “Blog” which is in tiny font right under the banner. also, you may notice that the picture of me at the right is now clickable, if you click it, the blog will pop up with a random post (this probably isn’t for you if you’ve read all my posts). i also RSSed garmon’s blogspot (because his wordpress doesn’t update that often), and i’m working on a better banner.

fruitless .

wishing for

# some kind of hope

# some kind of light

# something that will make me feel alright

# someone with hope

bucket list .

# go to another country apart from china

# be able to drive … properly

# go on a hot air balloon

# feel a sense of accomplishment

# write a novel