I bought a new camera recently.
I received my honorarium a few days ago, then spent it all on this gorgeous camera. A Fujifilm X-T10 in Silver that looks like it came from an antique shop. It is a huge investment that my wallet hates. I could spend ages praising it, but that is another post for another time.
After a few days of toggling and tweaking, figuring out the basics, I decided to bring it out and take a few photos around the town. By a few photos, I mean mostly of my outfit.
I have a confession to make. Life has been busy lately with work, school and fasting. So I didn’t check my blog until a few days ago. When I checked my analytics, I realised I hit 200 followers on bloglovin! Woo!
I'm dancing my happy dance right now. Which I can assure you, looks like a frigid seal waddling in one position as a fish hops in its flippers. I'm a terribly awkward dancer, that can't even do the Chicken Dance.
So I decided that I should confess a few secrets of mine before we can continue on this blogging journey together.
Here are my five beauty confessions…
There is a certain melancholy to growing up.
The realization you’re maturing, improving and evolving. You’re not the same person you were at fourteen. When problems you have now seemed improbable then. When goals you had then seem so close now. When life now seems almost bizarre.
You can’t help but to look back at our past sometimes, just to look towards our future. You have to think of the future when you're at the cusp of adulthood. When you are no longer the child in the past but an adult with a future. I don’t want to think of the future just yet. There's so much to live for in the present.
After all, I’m only seventeen.
Strobing is a thing now. Apparently.
It's the latest Summer trend. To replace the crowned 'contour' trend of 2014. I don't care for contour on most days, it's just for formal occasions when you want to look way more attractive. Most days, I stick to highlighter.
Imagine my exasperation when all the new sites and all my friends started raving about strobing. A technique used to create a dewy, shiny glow to the skin that looks almost unreal. Which it is. I have thrown a fan brush across the room and screamed 'It's highlighting!' at least once.
So here is an easy tutorial on how to get that ethereal glow to the skin!
I can't believe half the year has already passed. Not because it feels so short, but because it feels so long. It felt like June would never end. I'm a little disappointed that it did.
What May was as big unadulterated bag of burning dog poop, June was the extinguisher that put it out. Overall, it was a good month.
So here is what I've been doing in June!
I don't want to be a time bomb. Tick. Tick. Tock.
I don't want to bottle up frustration, hide anger and let words stab into me, let the shards stay in me then rip them off when everyone else is asleep. The clock pauses. Then it ticks. Tick. Tick. Tock.
It's too much effort to get angry, and be angry, and stay angry. I say to myself. Let the clock continue to tick. Tick. Tick. Tock. Before it self-destructs.
Let it explode. Fits and screams erupt until cries are left hoarse and breathless. Let it burn. Fire cackles that burns numb flesh. Let the rubble disappear. Stand up, and wipe the waterworks, and wash away the ashes. Let it begin again.
I don't want to self-destruct.
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