Notes Of a Dirty Young Man

Why can’t I get all these thoughts out of my head?
Why can’t I get you out of my head?
Why can’t I get out of my own head?

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Stay Professional - 15/09/2014 01:46am

Weddings are pretty fun, even if you’re the photographer or the filmer. However, I need to stop accepting drinks that are offered to me by the people there. Luckily, I’m not a complete mess when I’m drunk and I can still hold my camera. 

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Been preparing for my friend’s wedding coming up, on Saturday. So here’s a test shot of me with the new flashgun, trying to look somewhat professional and formal as the photographer.
A test shot of my new flashgun for my Canon 60D, with me looking like an idiot and holding my Dad’s camera.

"Often I have looked at the road ahead as ‘miles to go’, missing the point that it is life to be lived…"

Light at the end of the road (Canada) by Steve Hancock || Website
❝ No regrets. That’s the worst lie we could ever tell ourselves. For the things we could have done when we had the chance, it is like missing that last midnight train ride. You relentlessly wait for the next one to come never knowing it’s the last. You patiently carry the weight of your shoulders, rubbing your hands together to sustain the warmth. You’re terribly freezing but you don’t mind it at all. But after hours of standing there against the wall, you become numb, even more numb for next hours. And the pain becomes unbearable. There and then, all you can ever think about is regret. You start to regret why you came by the bookstore for some good reads before heading to the train station. You regret why you stopped by a coffee shop and had a few sip of tea before deciding to go home. You regret why you had to go back to the grocery store to buy your favorite chocolate chips. You regret every little things you did that day. You regret doing it when you could have done it in another time. You regret because you didn’t catch the last train. What’s more hurting than not able to take the last ride is knowing that someone was waiting for you on the other side. Waiting for you to arrive. That person could be gone by now, could have gone somewhere else. That person could not stand the wait. And you are there standing, hoping you’re just a little too late. ❞ —Jann ray Banguis (via wnq-writers)
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