Friday, 2 November 2012

the pursuit of happiness

rokas while he was still an alive, breathing, sentient creature

i suck at blogging. you know, i'm pretty sure i'm one of the worst creative writers out there. not trying to fish for compliments- i mean it. there are people out there who can spin incredible tales with only a few words, placed in the right order (haikus, anyone?) but me... i just write whatever's on my mind.

the campus quad bathed in golden sun

today was a good day. i don't know why exactly, because it should have been the exact opposite; i barely got any sleep the night before and literally fell asleep in psych discussion. but sometimes i get these random flashes of pure contentedness. i don't know if i'm the only one. does anyone else get them too? where you can be doing the most random thing; nothing even slightly extraordinary; and suddenly feel like everything is going to be okay. like all your stress just melted away. it's kind of like a runner's high, except i was only hanging up my clothes when it happened. i just felt..happy, all of a sudden. haha. i sound so nutters. but whatever.

outside the living room window

but in other news, i'm currently taking a french and a philosophical psychology class amongst others. i like the latter, it really makes you think about things like human nature from a variety of perspectives. it's so nice to be able to listen to other peoples ideas in class. suddenly i don't feel like such an oddity for thinking about existentialism, the human soul, etc etc i won't bore you too much, haha. but i do enjoy that class a lot. even if the reading is like hieroglyphs 99% of the time.

rokas passed away after a few days of being sick. i wish i was a better pet owner so i could've healed him up in time. but i guess every experience is a learning experience. tu me manques, et je t'adore avec mon cœur tout, mon petite ami. this is how i last saw him.

the lovely eleanor petry

double rainbow. from my living room window.

sometimes it's so hard to achieve a balance in living. the right amount of time spent studying, hanging out with friends, exercising, photographing. i wish i could photograph all the time but i can't, i've hardly picked up my camera all quarter. and i wish i could go out and explore seattle like i did in freshman year with my friends but sometimes i can't do that either. school can be so restricting sometimes. but i think that's just because i'm terrible at time management..oh well. maybe i need siri (just kidding, i switched to android and only carry my old iphone around for instagram now.) anyways. until next time, whenever that may be.


  1. you really should blog more, Wendy! Your photos are fantastic, each and every one has so much wonder in them.
    Also, your philosophical psychology class sounds really interesting! :)

  2. Awe. :) And you're a wonderful writer (from what I've read) you just gotta go with it! You definitely don't sound "nutters" haha, cause I know exactly how that feels too. :)
    Lovely pictures. This is inspiring. I need to do more personal blogging.

  3. ” welcome

  4. I think writing in your own words is good. Sometimes when written in such a beautiful way, it seems unreal.. fake almost? That's just me and of course, not all the time (and of course, it's nice to read) but so are personal writings, ones that come from what really is on your mind and not structured thoughts? Beautiful pictures!


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