I believe the best people to learn from are your peers because they're struggling with the same stuff you are &, sometimes, they're the ones who get it right. So, here's a fellow photographer who definitely warrants a mention http://www.flickr.com/photos/lihonger/
And here are some of his photographs that I really liked:-
Don't forget to check out his awesome photostream. I've posted the link above. Just scroll upwards.....Don't be THAT lazy!
My first assignment (that I gave myself...I HAD to finish my first roll of film!) was still life.
About the picture: I love the light during sunrise (when I'm definitely NOT awake) & ...sunset, which in my opinion is the best time for any photographer to go out & shoot. And I'm a huge fan of shadow-play! Hence, the picture.
I've finally figured out what I want to blog about. Since this is what I've currently stumbled upon, & it's taking up most of my thinking space, PHOTOGRAPHY is what I'm focusing on from here on out.
I'm just starting out so I'm about as qualified as the next person. I have studied photography as one of six subjects for a period of six months during graduation &, after that, for during my Post grad as a foundation for my 'Film' subject. I'm currently doing a mini course on it & will share my "experiments" as they happen.
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
I'm sure most of us remember these lyrics fondly, as well as the man who penned them - John Lennon. This one little song was powerful enough to act as the anthem of anti-war movements. And why wouldn't it be? It was written by a man who was almost deported for his criticism of the Vietnam war, by an administration (Read: Nixon, Watergate) already mired in corruption.
Although the idea of a Utopian world comes with its own set of strong critics & criticisms, it is not without merit. We all want to live in a world where peace reigns supreme, men & women of every class, caste or race are equal, & the world worst problem is boredom. And although I sound sarcastic, I am one of those who longs for exactly that. What we need to understand is our current world emerged out of someone else's dream for a better world, a little more than half a century ago. That person was Adolf Hitler & the world we live in is still suffering from the after effects of his ultimate dream of the perfect world. So, who's to decide what "perfect" involves? Do we really want to give 1 person or 1 organization the power to decide the future of 6 billion others? All I can say is treat 'Imagine' the way it was supposed to be treated - as a moving song of hope full of pretty, inspirational words, produced primarily for commercial purposes. Let's not treat it as the anthem of the fight for peace.
Since I'm pretty much lost without organization or giving my mind a specific direction, I can't seem to figure out what to blog about. I mean EVERYTHING interests me & bores me equally (even I can admit there's such a thing as too much chocolate). So, what I've figured out is my posts can be thematic.
Now, I know that sounds boring or like way too much trouble but, trust me when I say, this was at least my posts will follow one particular angle & won't be all over the place. So, here's my proposed list:-
MAD Mondays - about nutty people & situations throughout history, from all over the world
TERRIFYING Tuesdays - about ghost stories, books & movies in the horror/thriller genre
WICKED Wednesdays - about naughty little movies, books & deeds
THOUGHTFUL Thursdays - about things that made the world sit up & think
FREAKY Fridays - about the abnormal & freakish
SINFUL Saturdays - about the world cuisine & everything about food
SOLITARY Sundays - about things to do on your day off i.e. DIY projects, events, books, movies, anime etc.
The pain is like an anchor tied around my neck, weighing me down, dragging me to the bottom of the ocean, where I shall lie rotting for all of eternity. Some days I feel like the Gods are looking down on me, all laughing at the little jokes they play on me, watching me squirm in the cesspool that is my life. I feel like the discarded old rag doll, with one button eye missing and patches for a dress, and a clump of unruly orange hair just like the hair clowns have, the ones who live to amuse. Is that my purpose, my calling? To please others and leave my own happiness to the care of dogs and demons?
(image source: neurolove.tumblr.com)
I see RED!! I want to Kill, Maim! But that screechy little hag inside me won't shut up, won't let me have my way. I'd scream but my voice died a long time ago with my spirit. All I have left is the abyss. I could never let anyone know what scars my being, my very soul, for fear of them plucking and picking away at whatever life I have left until there is nothing left except for me, naked to the scrutiny of the world, paraded up and down in front of eyes that would rather watch me scatter away into nothingness, rather than hold out their hands to me - with venom hidden just behind a veil of sympathy.
I'm sure we've all had days when we spout absolute randomness...this was one of mine.
I saw a feather on the ground. I wanted to pick it up but held back. I love birds, when they’re not smelly and messy, but when they’re big and powerful, and beautiful. I knew this feather was an Eagle’s. And I simply adore those gorgeous birds. But, for some weird reason, I felt a bit of trepidation... like the bird would swoop down on me, from its lofty perch, and take a finger off for holding something that belonged to it. So, yellow-belly that I am, I didn’t pick it up; I let that chance slip away from me. An unworthy picked it up. Although, I’m probably only being snide; she must be worthy in her own special way. Only, I don’t see how. I'd probably never get an opportunity like that again and, I guess, for some inexplicable reason, I held her accountable for my hesitation.
(image source: sophian.org)
I was thinking about that feather today, feeling a little lost. I space out; I can’t see what’s right in front of me, or feel anything at all of what surrounds me. I can only relive that moment. And I think to myself, ‘How wonderful it would be to be born an Eagle, master of the skies; the wind, my closest and dearest friend!’ And then I come back into myself and can’t help but feel like I’ve lost that moment again. Only this time, it’s so much worse, I feel like crying. (image source: digg.com)
Although my blog title proclaims me as the foodie I am, there are other things besides edible things that interest me...seriously. And one of those is photography, not because I'm any good at it myself but I've studied it and am appreciative of other people's talent.
So I propose to do a stretch of photography-relate posts highlighting the work of those people (not exactly Cartier-Bresson, Raghu Rai & Arthur Tress, whose work I admire) who, in my opinion, make beautiful pictures. I promise to upload my own pictures at some point as well (for you to point & laugh at) but for now....let's just focus on those actually talented in the art!!!
The title is pretty self-explanatory. I carried 2 egg & sausage sandwiches for lunch today (was feeling extremely lazy) and since my tum's a bottomless pit, I was hungry long before tea-time. So, I decided to call in for a couple of club sandwiches (I think I'm overdosing on bread). Only...there's no such thing where I'm at, and I ended up with a sad excuse for one.
This is what I needed:-
(image source: itgirlstories)
And this is what I got:-
(image source: thebellalifeblog)
Sometimes, life just likes to have a laugh while you starve to death.
"But it's Chinese!!! How can you not like Chinese?!!" "Uhm...because I've been to China and this tastes nothing like their food. Infact, they would probably want to sue you for defamation, on account of your claiming that this inedible garbage is theirs!!"
Seriously though, there's no comparison and no better way to show you exactly what I mean than through visuals.
What I ate looked like this:
And it tasted like slimy cardboard.
This is what it's supposed to look like:
Simple but absolutely slurrpalicious. I'd be willing to pay whatever amount for something this delish!
So, our lesson for today is 'If you want Chinese food, GO TO CHINA!!!'
One line my mother's constantly feeding me is "Grow up!" And it's not because I act particularly juvenile most of the time. In fact, I'm one of the most serious people you'll ever meet. But sometimes, I just like to let go of all that restraint & throw a tantrum, or sing at the top of my voice, or do a little jig in the middle of the road (if I'm feeling unusually happy). I'm sure most of us have those sudden urges but most people just clamp down on theirs.
I was on my way to work today via public transportation. It was a dusty, hot & humid morning (conditions which don't do too much for my already foul mood) & we kept getting stuck in traffic.
Suddenly, from my right, I hear a lot of squealing & giggling so, wondering who in the world could be so cheery on such an awful day, I turn around in my seat & stick my head out of the window (couldn't see much..seriously, blinding white sunlight). It was a group of kindergärtners, being led to the other side of the road by a couple of teachers. They had such joy on their lovely little faces that it even made me grin (which was sort of a bad thing, since I heard my skin crackling & my face muscles spasming on account of disuse). If you can be that happy & so full of enthusiasm, no matter what the circumstances, why wouldn't you want to be? Why grow up at all?!!!
And why can't I be doing what these two old ones are doing? I'm soooo JEALOUS!!!
Do you know see what I mean when I say "eternally bored"? Nothing interests me anymore or...I just let myself be bored...I don't know. I just know I sit in the same place at work, in front of a computer, day in and day out, no variation in my routine. But I'm going to the beach for the weekend. Maybe I'll have something to post then. We'll see...
I know I know. I make a new blog...make one, single post & then I'm MIA!! But what's a girl to do? My life's not as interesting as I'd like or even as it used to be. I mean, even at college I had a better time than I'm having now. Don't get me wrong...I like the kind of work I'm doing. But since I've been anti-tech & computers since the get go, I can't just suddenly turn around and become one its biggest fans now can I?
So anyway, like I was tweeting about before...I've been given the keys to the Monginis attic & now I'm going to be able to recreate the goodness of a Mongy treat right in my own kitchen. So, here's what I propose....try out one recipe, from the collection I've amassed, every weekend (I work 5 days a week so Saturday night's the best I can do). Is anyone else out there a night owl like I am? Can you also only bake after the sun goes down? I'm usually so grumpy during the day that I think my food senses my bad humour and decides to add to it by just NOT WORKING OUT....even if I've taken the utmost care to produce something that would usually turn out perfect for almost anyone else!!!
P.S. If I am ever fortunate enough to find the person who made that (pic) Slurrpalicious slice of heaven, I'd shake their hand for being such a GENIUS!!!
I know most of you will sigh and shake your head when you come across yet another blog about food. But what you need to know is that I'm not as food-obsessed as I look (& trust me, I look like I love to chow). I'm just another bored 20-something year old hoping to find other like-minded (& bored out of their minds) foodies (with rumbling tummies) with whom to share some mutual entertainment & a love of all things edible!!
That said, my blog isn't only about food because I'm just as obsessed with photography & books & music & the like (plz,....I have more layers to me than an onion. Hurray for SHREK!!!). And so, I promise (cross my buns & hope to starve) to try and chuck out as many dull moments as my itty-bitty wittle bwain can manage (Oh God, did that sound like a swearing-in or what?). But I'm hungry NOW and that's all the chit-chat I can do on a empty tum. I'll be seein' ya!!
TOODLE PIP (in the words of the uber-wise Georgia Nicolson).