why I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook

We walked around the streets like we had a purpose, our clothes, as far from last year's compulsory uniform as we could get, made us feel above everything. We weren't students but we felt young. We did not have money, that was no problem. We pushed and tumbled.

We went from sushi bars to little alleys, walking around with a grin. We drank out of cold glass lemonade bottles like we thought cool people drank out of beer bottles. We looked in comfortable silence, now and then understanding that we meant something to each other. It was hot, our singlets stuck to us, our teeth shone. We found a park, sat down. We didn't speak about anything really, but we spoke about everything. And the sky was covered with an ugly green cover, covering the playground. Covering the kids for whom the playground was built for from the Australian rays. But it was just us.

We took pictures trying to crystallise the moment. A red slide as back-drop. One would become our profile picture. One would get 35 likes. At home, sitting on my un-made bed - I should probably be writing my oral. That day was worth more than 35 likes. That day shouldn't have ended with me sitting down on my bed, on my phone, waiting.

It was two months ago now, no boy "took" me. But I took myself. I arrived with a group of girls (that's all they were to me) at the formal. Girls were shaking, some were gorgeous others caked. Hugging, and pointing and complementing. The night, which happened to be my sixteenth birthday too, was a blur. The dancing was crazy, the food was expensive but the chicken stringy, the view magnificent.

I felt magnificent. I wore heels for the first time, and streamed in and out in and out of crowds. It felt like after all these years, everyone was at peace. Cliques somewhat melted away, and all we could hear was screaming, and feet (manicure $30). There were strands of hair flying (hair-do $40) and girls ripping out their clips (MYER $23), and hiking up their dress (Tigerlily, $300) and coming together. Walking out, I felt euphoric, I felt alive. I had walked in uncertain and nervous and had been spat out a woman.

There were many pictures of that night. Girls who had spent hundreds but who had looked gloomy on the night, looked ravishing in the pictures. Their makeup was flawless and they shined positivity, I didn't appear in many pictures from that night. After weeks of this I couldn't help but wonder: had I been there at all?

seven seconds

(um, no, not seven seconds in heaven)

When Johanna* and Louis came to my high school three years ago, we were ready. Different cliques, bored of the same gossip and politics were eager to see these elusive French siblings. Eager to judge their clothes, their hair, their allure.

They say it takes seven seconds for humans to judge another,

we were ready for those few seconds.

Two weeks after they arrived, I sat with them on the oval. Her, yellow-blond pony-tail, skinny jeans rolled up slightly at the ankle, studded red sunnies, platform shoes. Her, a wavering smile but a laugh that made her throw her hair back and show teeth, little pieces of her hair flying everywhere.

Him, eyes framed with dark eyelashes, Jansport bag, tall. Him, his breathing a little too heavy.

Both, manicured, witty, speaking quickly, a stream of words.

I sat with them that day, because Louis and I had talked in class about Frankenstein, and he had talked to me about his host family's fishy habits. "The little girl sits in my bed and eats." He said laughing "So when I turn around at night, I hear crunching noises,and I think: 'probs a Twistie'. At least they bought me a phone though!". The first day we talked the light was soft and I felt confident. I felt heard, I liked trying to explain my day-to-day reality: the school rules and cliques, the wacky teachers and the soggy nachos that came in an aluminium box that you did not want to buy at the canteen. 

Another French boy that I vaguely knew and with whom I had had a negative encounter, was sitting with them, David let's call him. He was eighteen, two years older than us, he smoked weed and drunk till he vomited every Friday night, or at least that's what he says. Louis liked him, so did Johanna, they thought his stubble was cool. On the oval, in a circle with these people (Steph, from Switzerland was also there), I felt happy to be sitting amongst these good-looking people. It was one of those distinctive "movie-moments" that could definitely have a song playing in the background (Fill Yourself by Mia Dyson preferably). This was me being a teenager.

I understood everything they said - I had been studying this language my whole life, writing all my exams in it and practicing at home with my mum - though the words that I thought were "in" turned out to make me sound like a thirty year old aunt trying to speak "the teen-lingo". They laughed when I would say "boum" (disco) instead of "soirée" (evening party) and snickered when I told them that Australia had some pretty cool parties. A question started, very, very, excruciatingly slowly, to dawn on me. What the hell was I doing with these people? What had we in common? A love of Mary Shelley with one out of these four people? My background music was slowly starting to change into Snarly by Miko.

While I was just thinking that Slowly Sinking by Lyke Giants would probably be a better fit, the eighteen-year old took out his lighter and slowly, oh-so-casually, lit up the detention slip he had been given earlier in the morning (Lunchtime, Room 24, Detention, Name: David Leek), when it shrivelled up he threw it into the dry Australian grass.

I'd like to say that everything burnt, that the twins quit hanging out with this thug and started to speak slower. Instead, they looked at me to judge my reaction as if I was a teacher in disguise. Seeing that I visibly was not going to tell them off, or worse tell on them, they started to talk again, all at once about the difference (the huge! difference) between France and Australia. The difference in clothes (what the Aussies wore was just material, they wore art! they said with a smile), of shoes, of school, but above all: the parties.

Johanna looked at me suddenly ready for a laugh, her hair yellower than ever and asked: "You ever got smashed, babe?" I shook my head, seeing very well where this was going. In an attempt to inject some humour in the convo I said grinning: "Nope. Never drunk, never smoked, weed or other!" Steph smiled and tried to change the subject (Later she conspiratorially whispered: don't worry, me neither. But I guess it was a bit late). 

David, poking the crumpled piece of paper on the ground with his lighter said to me slowly: "You've never lived Zoé".

And for a moment, I believed him.

by Maggie Dunlap

*All names here have been changed in an attempt to keep these people secrettt

we are young

 

 Me and my best friend getting ready for my birthday night-out. These photos come with a lot of memories because we were in this intermediate phase where we had no clue what we were doing (especially with makeup) but still felt reasonably grown up.

humanity and creating (as per usual)

It is Saturday afternoon, and my eyes sting a bit from being in front of the computer and reading feminist/amazing/mind-blowing articles on none other than Rookie. All this beautiful creativity that I sometimes get a glimpse of (via magazines such as Rookie) is very bitter sweet.

On one hand it kind of makes me feel like I am but a bystander as I feel small and overwhelmed by this torrent of art. When I tell myself "OK Zoé, today you are going to write a blog post/paint/cook/learn a poem what have you", I am constantly reminded that others have done better, greater things so why try and 'compete' with them?

"We were made to create" SOURCE.

On the other, I am filled with some crazy electricity that gives me hope in humanity and I am reminded that there is more than just high-school, and the people I have met.

Yes, as real raw lovely humans in my life there is my ex-neighbour and her husband who have become my adoptive aussie grandparents (they regularly go to beanie festivals and the like), and my sister's best friend who is fiery and stubborn. There are also my best friends (how funny it is to classify one's friends as first, second, best friends, isn't having them at your side good enough?) who are all hilarious, sometimes hermit-like, sometimes party animals and crazy-smart in their own ways.

There are people I don't know such as Tavi, Lisa Mitchell, Lorde, Emma Watson, Johnny Depp who exist and people whom I've never met (and never will) but have somehow fallen in love with, fictional but strangely so much more tangible than the kids I hang out with: Juno, Lola, Alaska, Charlie, Amélie and so forth. Those people are quite big in my life, because they are always behind me, whispering, snickering, advising.

But there are girls and boys and women and men who are so bloody obnoxious and snobby and narrow-minded that, let's put aside that I'm an amateur Buddhist aside for a minute here, I want to punch them.
Oops, maybe I got a bit carried away there...

the week of utter dread

In my life, not many weeks have turned out as crappy and dysfunctional as this one. I don't think one can begin to imagine what stress I've been through. No-body likes a complainer, but I felt so broken, and weak and lost and gross and ew this week, it's not even funny.

Photoset: source

Monday - We came back from Europe and my beloved dog, my baby Calico, was diagnosed with kidney failure. Oh, and two words: Jet. Lag.

Tuesday - My dog passed away. I was hesitant to write this on my blog because sometimes people simply don't understand. Calico wasn't the type of dog you kind of just park in a corner and bring out when there's someone to impress with 'sit', 'down', 'paw' tricks, Calico was there constantly. It's been so hard on every single one of us and I can't believe how much I love (yes, in present tense) that boy.

Wednesday - I struggled (so. much.) to catch up with school work after missing one week (being in Europe). Formulas and tests and dates didn't really seem relevant.

Thursday - I did a lot of exercise which was fine, I think that pushing yourself and trying to put your sorrow and sadness into sport is always good. School didn't go well, my marks were considerably dropping.


Friday - After a terrible night, my throat hurts, I can't speak and my nose is clogged up.
Tomorrow I have a 5 hour Tae Kwon Do seminar too, plus after that Japanese tutoring. Not to mention a pile bigger than Mt. Everest of homework.


At the end of this, I wanted to write something meaningful (along the lines of: "All this struggle has taught me one thing etc.") but I guess my mind isn't programmed at the minute to be positive. My friends, well, they've been sososo supportive, I must say, even if it's just lending me their notes or their mobile to call home and see if there was any progress with curing Calico. I guess that was the most difficult thing: not knowing.

Because when you don't know, for ages and ages and ages on end (Calico was actually sick five, six days before he was fully diagnosed) you look up to the sky, and you squint and you can't see your future, you simply can't imagine (but dear god you hope) if you'll look back one day and go "Remember when you gave us such a fright, Calico? Ah, but you held on strong, didn't you, boy?".

P-S Check out a poem about this here. Click to enlarge.

no, i'm not messing with you: i actually did go to a party

A couple of days ago, it was my first time going to a dance party hosted by the school. For a couple of years, I had always pushed these dance parties aside classifying them being 'lame' and thinking that they consisted solely on a couple of enthusiastic 16 year olds making out in front of me and a group of other very socially-challenged kids.

It wasn't like that, I am glad to report.

I dragged two of my friends with me on the Thursday and we arrived at the hall. The yawn-oh-my-assembly-is-really-quite-boring hall that I've known all my life had turned pretty hip in just a couple of hours. DJ? Check. Drinks (no alcohol folks) and Food. Kinda check - $4 for a Sprite? I don't think so. Really good looking guys already on the dance-floor? Check. A weird platform with flashy lights that kind of hurt your head and bore into your skull, but hey it's a party, parties are fun? Check, check, check.

The music was really loud, booming and caused our ears to ring well after midnight, but maybe it wasn't and I'm just not used to parties.

The theme was 'cops and robbers', but not many people went with it. You know those girls who manage to adapt a short skirt and a crop top to any dress-theme? And to any season? Yes, well, there were a ton of them in the crowd. There were also girls that had gone all out and had raided the costume-shop for a sexy yet still P-G cop outfit. The fact that they could find a sexy yet still P-G cop outfit in the little town I live in is beyond me...
And then there were the boys in the symbolic plaid and jeans. Ah, how we love the boys and their efforts.

source: joy divisions album cover

(P-S Thank you for your encouragements with my poetry... They actually do mean so much and they encourage me to keep writing.  As well as this poem.)

a mish mash

I think it's time for a blog post.

Here are some mis-matched (mish mash, more like) of my thoughts at the moment:

- This excerpt from Susan Gilman's 'hypocrite in a poofy white dress':

'In my undying callowness and naked bid to be loved, I was endlessly reinventing my personality, nipping and tucking it here and there. [...] My personality, when I really thought about it, was a perpetual motion machine of self-invention.' This author amazes me as not only she is the just the right amount of honest and sarcastic but she writes with such ease, her words are perfectly chosen, her stories vivid and relatable. 

- I'm feeling grateful at the moment. Blessed, really. Because lately, I've actually pushed out of my comfort zone, and learnt to be more open about things. 

I've figured out that the more accepting and open one is, the more they will receive in return. For example, I've met this girl and she has stars in her eyes, and the universe in her soul. I feel like taking her hand, flipping it over, and looking at the fortune lines on her palm. i'm sure they would be different than the other fourteen year old's inner-hands, probably deeper, or thinner.

All I know is that girl is going to do great things in her life, and I am blessed to have known her.

Daehyun Kim (I see you and the sea of you) 

- I've strangely started forgetting about guys, and whether I was pretty to them, and constantly worrying about what they thought of me, and if I was giving them the wrong impression. 

I've come to the conclusion that I'm enough.

This might sound cheesy (I have the knack to sound cheesy) and to some maybe utterly crazy but I don't think I need a boyfriend or a small top that hugs my curves to be noticed. I'm me, and that should be enough.

Let's finish off with some organic, orange, hairy carrots that we bought at the Farmer's Market (just because) .

I hope you enjoy your week,
x
lotus

saturday mood board.

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” 

― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

P-S Sorry about being away for such a while, things are quite hectic at the moment. So please bear with and also, thank you for the new wonderful people who have followed along 'My Words And I'. You guys are champs. xxx

chin up, beautiful.

at school we have what is called pastoral care. apparently, someone invented pastoral care so that a student can feel united with his or her peers, and do some learning. every week, we would learn how to manage our stress, lives, time etc. i don't know what happened, but this idea sunk very very low. the reality of things is that pastoral care consists of a heap of girls on their phones squealing now and then at some comment or 'like' on facebook, and a heap of sly remarks coming from the boys, and a tired, stressed teacher. i usually kick back with my friends, and prepare for the worst.

today was different. today we started talking about anorexia, and bulimia, and how society has handed us such a distorted image of women that it is hurting girls. daily.
i have a friend whom i care for, and today she burst into tears. i asked her what was wrong and she said that she was afraid.
i asked her why and she said that she was being forced to put on weight. basically at some point last year this girl had thought she was fat, and had started dieting.
first the desert went, then the bread, then the veggies and she had become consumed by a little voice in her mind.
'thinner, come one you can do it, thinner'.
(now, she is seeing help, and has a circle of friends who support her, and who tell her that being healthy and feeling good from the inside is the only thing that can make you beautiful)

in pastoral care today we started talking about ellen degeneres' partners novel: unbearable lightness which talked about these issues.
for a split second the girls and boys and teachers sent out a thought for those girls, and even boys, who were suffering from these ugly, ugly thoughts, and who felt trapped and what they thought were ugly, ugly bodies.

after that, the girls kept on giggling about their facebook accounts, and the boys resumed their nasty weird boy-gossiping. but there was that split-second. i swear there was.

please, if you are in this situation and trying to get out, i want you to know something.

interview || olivia + zoe

Picture credit: Olivia

What country are you in right now?

Z: Singapore

O: Singapore (with Zoé)

Do you like pomegranate?

Z: I have never tried pomegranate (except for the time when Lara had a pomegranate salad and let me try some) but I believe that I would enjoy pomegranate, especially since it has such a funky name

O: I do like pomegranate 

What is your favorite color to paint your nails?

Z: I like all things pastel, so I enjoy painting my nails pale pink or sky blue

O: I like to paint them either a clear very light pink or a dark watermelon pink. “Quelque chose classique” 

How many scars do you have?

Z: I have four scars

O: I have 3 (one from a cat scratching my face, and the rest? I have no idea how I got them)

When was the last time you had a hair cut?

Z: About nine months ago, I know, it's gross!

O : Somewhere in July I think

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Z: I wish to see myself traveling around the world, not yet settled with a husband and chasing my dreams

O: I want to see me traveling, doing exotic things like sky diving, and then working at the coolest job ever (I haven’t decided what the coolest job ever is yet though)

Favorite food?

Z: I particularly like gourmet pizza, pasta carbonnara with crispy ham bits and avocado + tomato (skin peeled off) salad. As fruit, I love peach

O:  I like burgers, pizza, pasta, and berries 

Favorite ice cream flavor?

Z: As sorbet I like blackberry, and as ice cream, cookie dough or chocolate

O: Cookie dough

Favorite piece of jewelry?

Z: A three way tie between my charm bracelet, my anklet and my Fatima hand necklace

O: My silver boomerang necklace with a little blue opal on it

Favorite flavor of lip balm?

Z: Vanilla lip shine and watermelon Baby Lips are my two favourites. Oh, and Burt’s bees honey lip gloss too!

O: Raspberry and watermelon!

Favorite season and why?

Z: l like intermediate seasons like autumn (or as Olivia says “fall”, which sounds so much nicer) and spring because they are the perfect (temperature + scenery)

O: I like fall because it is the most colorful season and the perfect temperature (but UNFORTUNATLEY there is no fall season in Singapore)

Most expensive thing ever purchased with your own money?

Z; Iris. My camera, which cost me a lot!

O: My bag it’s really very pretty!

Ever dyed your hair?

Z: Nope, but I wouldn’t want to either

O: Nope, but if I did it would only be because I had grey hair before I was 30, but I like the color of my hair now

If you wanted a tattoo what would it be ?

Z: I am probably not going to get a tattoo, but if I did, it would represent a butterfly or a meaningful quote, and it would be on my lower back

O: I am never going to get a tattoo, because it is to painful and I don’t really want one !

How many children do you want ?

Z: I wouldn’t mind 2-3 , but we’ll see what happens 

O: I am not sure, maybe 2-3 

Can you swim ?

Z: Yes I can swim. Fun fact : I can do a triple back flip in the water. 

O: I can, but nothing that impressive. I can stand on a pool noodle for 10 seconds without falling off?

Picture credit: Olivia

in five days

listen to this song while reading this post, okay?

so, in five days, it will be spring.

so that is pretty amazing in itself, right?

but what is pure bliss, delight, ecstasy, elation, rapture and euphoria you may ask? in these holidays, i will be going to bali and singapore. 
i try and contain it, especially in class when i really should be caring about the pythagorus theorem; but sometimes, i'm so excited, i break into dance and scream at the thrill of it.

you should know that i've packed my bags weeks in advance. and every day i wake up with a little voice in my head counting down the days.

pictures and stories will be coming soon.

promise.

-l

the last day of summer

Back to school it is. I spent the last day painting my nails, removing the nail polish and painting them again -- that's what stress does to you. But nonetheless it was what I call a sunshiney day. I invited two of my closest friends over and we had a very long talk about the in's and out's of every subject and of school. Not to mention a whole lot of singstar (ABBA anybody?) -- my throat is killing me and yum chocolate brownies. I captured today with a ton of pictures with the help of my Nikon. Every time I hold it I feel all happy, and fuzzy.

My holidays have not been all popsicles and smiles but I'm okay -- I always am. And on this happy merry note, I look school in the eye and say "Bring it".

Thanks for your lovely comments -- I love you all.

With coloured pencils and pineapples,

Lotus.

yours truly

dear the guy of my dreams,

hey wanna come over and eat some pizza and watch a disney movie? and maybe fall helplessly in love? just a suggestion.

love from,

me (you know that girl that can't get over how green your eyes are)

dear dark and stormy cloud,

move over, i'm not afraid of you. 

not-much-love-at-all,

twinkling star

dear my imac,

stop capitalising my words, i want them on lower caps.

from,

has-changed-from-loving-capitals-to-loving-lower-caps

dear fireworks,

you were pretty. and loud. i couldn't stop gushing over you. my favourite was the gold one that didn't make any noise and that sparkled and came really close to us.

love from,

one of the girls on the red and white checkered picnic rug

dear you-know-who-you-are

give it a break.

from,

a-very-annoyed-and-possibly-sad-but-recovering-thirteen-year-old

dear captain jack sparrow,

heh, i like you.

love, love, love from,

hopeless-admirer

p-s i also like your way of speaking very much.

dear facebook,

bam, did you see that? i deleted my account. that's right i have better things than count how many friends i have. burn.

have a nice life buddy,

zoé

dear my two gorgeous friends,

i seriously don't know what i would do without you. no, seriously.

thanks for being there for me,

your always grateful,

moi

dear life,

you can be hard can't you. yeah, you can. but we get through it don't we?

i am so immensely grateful for you, my family and friends.

seriously.

and why can't i have two more weeks of school? i mean i only have a little, weensy, teensy one left. please?

i love you,

zoé

dear "live beautifully",

good bye, you have been replaced.

she liked me better,

yours i'm-very-sorry-about-your-loss from,

new motto: "just breathe"

thir. teen.

This is it, I've been thirteen for one week, exactly. I was blessed with so many presents, and memories, and am overall so, extremely, super duper, very-berry, cherry on top-ly happy.
This is it.
I. Am. A. Teenager.
I've had to break it up in my head almost every night. And I'm not quite sure it's sunk in. I had a gorgeous, colourful party and all my friends were so sweet and kind, it was overwhelming.

A special thanks to Millie, the necklace you gave me is incredible, I cannot get myself to take it off!

I've got to go to a BBQ,
Merry-Almost-Christmas,
With love... and cupcakes,

~ Lotus

my bucket list - 100 things i want to do before i die | part 2

My Bucket List (Part II)

1. Ride on a ferris wheel 
2. Make a cabbage patch
3. Learn how to bake or cook at least 5 different foods (I now know how to make Double Fudge Choc Brownies, Gateau D'Eve, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Eggs and Lasagne)
4. Go to Queensland
5. Finish all the book series I have started
6. I want to do a huge photo shoot starring... Colourful umbrellas
7. Sum up all my courage and talk to D. E. ❤
8. Type on an ancient typewriter
9. Lay down beneath a willow tree
10. Make a peach pit ring or necklace
11. Own a hammock and spend hours swaying in it 
12. Do a dance camp or lessons
13. Do a "Once Upon A Time" post {like so} and other fun posts like a "Dear life" post {inspired by}, "I love..." {similar to} and "My Story" {a little like}
14. Make a website (maybe like a three six five) gallery full of my photos
15. Get my own computer
16. Go to Venice and Rome
17. Visit to the U.S with a friend and/or my family
18. Grow my hair really long, waist
19. Go to San Fransisco with my family
20. Make a difference in the world
21. Go thrift shopping
22. Ride in a hot air balloon
23. Learn how to play the guitar
24. Learn how to juggle
25. Compose a song
26. Organize a bake sale to raise money for orang-utans in Borneo
27. Ride in a helicopter 
28. Learn to like tea (It's good for you and all, so why don't I like it?)
29. Get my two french exams (le bravet & le bac)
30. Write a novel
31. Send a message in a bottle
32. Watch the sun rise
33. Go skinny-dipping
34. Jump off a waterfall
35. Be part of a flashmob
36. Sleep under the stars
37. Step into every continent
38. Stay up all night
39. Try voodoo donuts
40. Send a letter to a random address and see if they write back
41. Get my ears pierced
42. Have a pen pal
43. Go to Greece
44. A couple of years after I have completed 18, cut my hair as short as a boy

94 things that I want to do before I die {see part 1} If I think of any others I will be sure to type them up as quickly as possible! Hopefully before next year I will have composed a hundred items on my bucket list. 

dream/driːm/ To have a deep aspiration or a wild fancy hope.

Guest Post || Sophie

I have Sophie here with me at school, we have a break, so I've decided to ask her personality questions:

What do you like to do on a rainy afternoon?

I'd like to read books or put a hoodie on and go outside and enjoy the rain.

Do you enjoy photography?

I don't have a camera and don't take many pictures, but I do enjoy looking at inspiring pictures, like the ones on Zoé's blog!

What are some of your favourite songs?

I like "Your love is my drug" by Kei$ha and "Animal" also by her.

So you have a moto, or an inspiring group of words you would like to share?

"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass but learning to dance in the rain", and my other one "Keep going there is always good ahead" which means that every day there will always be something nice that will make your day, even if you don't know about it yet. 

What is your favourite herb, flower or plant?
{She's quite into herbal medicine :) }

I like, lavender because if its' medical uses and it smells nice. I also really love snow drops.

Which holiday (Easter, Christmas or your Birthday) do you prefer?

Christmas is probably my favourite because you get to receive chocolate, toys and other fun things and others too, so you can enjoy your presents together. 

Do you wear jewelry? What is your favourite item?

If I wear jewelry it would be simple, pretty and meaningful to me - with a sentimental value. I would wear it almost always and would keep great care of it. I love charms and pendants, so necklaces.


Lastly what is the genre of book that you prefer?

Mythology and Adventure. Also Fantasy. Such as Harry Potter (7) & Percy Jackson.

Thank you Sophie! You have been awesome! Thanks for giving my blog a moment of your time.

Thanks, it's an honor to be on your blog.

Guest Post || Clara

I've invited an awesome friend: Clara

Thanks you so much for being here. Have some tea, and some cookies. Yes? Really? All right, grab that pillow over there, I have some questions to ask you. Why? Well, because you're one of the people I admire, and I'd love to hear about you. So here it goes. 

What is your ultimate dream?

Well, for a long time now I've dreamt of being in a great movie, one that people would sleep outside just to see the first showing, just like Harry Potter. Which funny because my idol is Emma Watson (Hermione Granger) 

Your favorite thing to do on a Sunday evening?

Catching up with friends, watching a movie, reading a book or doing absolutely N.O.T.H.I.N.G :)

Your favorite website?

My favourite website would have to be:

Piknic.com

or

Photobucket.com

What is a crazy thing you are passionate about?

I absolutely LVE to ski. Ive been doing it since i was 3 years old and am still in looove with it. 

And are there any strange facts about you?

Well...

I have double-jointed pinkies and elbows

I have an aphobia of popping balloons

&

I actually absolutely hate running.     

Do you enjoy photography? If so, what do you like capturing?

I love photography and appreciate good photos but the sad thing is, these days I dont find much time for taking photos. But i love editting them to make them all pretty. I am more of a person photographer (If you can call it that). I prefer taking pics of people: my friends, family... other than scenery, nature...

Thank you so much for your time!

Anything else to add?

I have officially fallen in L.O.V.E with your Blog :) Dream... but don't forget to Achieve :D