My life currently revolves around the movies/series that I watch from night 'til morning (in this order because of my maybe-permanently reversed body clock) and my cat who occupies almost half of my bed when he sleeps. My life is currently totally uneventful, in other words.
I miss writing about things that interest me. Or about my feelings, which I coat with a playful, or at frequent times - vague, selection of words. I miss having an urge, a momentum, a drive to do things. Doing something that's relevant, that's what I'm really missing. I guess.
On the one (empty) hand, the first month of the new year has just passed by, leaving trails of careless but worth-the-moment decisions. On the other (full) hand, I have a lot of unfinished businesses, like pending photo projects and a couple of songs that I have to work on. I also actually have a number of websites that are constantly open for my article contributions. But here I am, still just waiting to pounce on *that* opportunity that would lift my spirit up again. What it is, I really don't know yet.
All of these thoughts is honestly sickening. (Some people really sicken me, too, but that's another negative story that I don't want to get into right now.) Point in fact: I'm already in my mid-late 20's (which freaks me out all the more) and I need to get out of this rut...
Maybe after watching another film or two.
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My life currently revolves around the movies/series that I watch from night 'til morning (in this order because of my maybe-permanently reversed body clock) and my cat who occupies almost half of my bed when he sleeps. My life is currently totally uneventful, in other words.
I miss writing about things that interest me. Or about my feelings, which I coat with a playful, or at frequent times - vague, selection of words. I miss having an urge, a momentum, a drive to do things. Doing something that's relevant, that's what I'm really missing. I guess.
On the one (empty) hand, the first month of the new year has just passed by, leaving trails of careless but worth-the-moment decisions. On the other (full) hand, I have a lot of unfinished businesses, like pending photo projects and a couple of songs that I have to work on. I also actually have a number of websites that are constantly open for my article contributions. But here I am, still just waiting to pounce on *that* opportunity that would lift my spirit up again. What it is, I really don't know yet.
All of these thoughts is honestly sickening. (Some people really sicken me, too, but that's another negative story that I don't want to get into right now.) Point in fact: I'm already in my mid-late 20's (which freaks me out all the more) and I need to get out of this rut...
Maybe after watching another film or two.
I miss writing about things that interest me. Or about my feelings, which I coat with a playful, or at frequent times - vague, selection of words. I miss having an urge, a momentum, a drive to do things. Doing something that's relevant, that's what I'm really missing. I guess.
On the one (empty) hand, the first month of the new year has just passed by, leaving trails of careless but worth-the-moment decisions. On the other (full) hand, I have a lot of unfinished businesses, like pending photo projects and a couple of songs that I have to work on. I also actually have a number of websites that are constantly open for my article contributions. But here I am, still just waiting to pounce on *that* opportunity that would lift my spirit up again. What it is, I really don't know yet.
All of these thoughts is honestly sickening. (Some people really sicken me, too, but that's another negative story that I don't want to get into right now.) Point in fact: I'm already in my mid-late 20's (which freaks me out all the more) and I need to get out of this rut...
Maybe after watching another film or two.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Haha. I'd give you a crown for taking life slow :D
ReplyDeleteIt's just a phase. :)
ReplyDeleteRelax, take time, and enjoy spicy beef rice!
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