On a night like this...

Sia- Clap our hands



Well I've been
Neglecting the good things

(oh oh woah)

Well I've been desireing
The good things
I'm biting the lighting
The good things
(oh oh woah)

I've minding what to see
The good things

Just let me out of my misery

(oh oh woah)

(oh oh)

On a night like this..
Get out of misery

(oh oh)

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get once chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get one chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this

Oh... clap your hands

I'm trying to find in the good things
I'm finding this might be a good thing

(oh oh woah woah)

Just let me out of my misery

(oh oh oh)


(oh oh)

On a night like this..
Get out of misery

(oh oh)


Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get once chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get one chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this


(oh oh)


Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get once chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Turn the lights on my nights
This is life
And we only get one chance


Clap your Hands
Clap Your Hands
Come on dance
Take a chance on romance
We only get one shot at this

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Got nothing else to say.
Clap your hands.
She's been making great music since 2001. Howcome i've only discovered that now?
well, this sure same in a good moment. Kinda needed some cheerful music. And she's so cute.

That's just messed up

these days it came to me out of sudden:
nothing would never make me happier than living of art.
And by art i mean plastics and photography. And maybe publicity and fashion photography.
I would make money out of it. And it would be the best part of my day, you know, photoshooting, or building scoulptures and installations, painting...
i could work as a curator too, you know? in a museum or any cultural institutions. I'd love working at FUNJDAJ. My grandpa used to work there and he says it's quite lovely. Quite lovely is good for me.
-how was your day today, dan?
-quite lovely.


I will work with design, wich does not make me frustrated, you know. I can still take photos, and i get to work with computers, that's fine. In design i can work with interiors design, and that's amazing, there is this assignment that the teacher gave to us, he told us tu make a report suggesting what would be like if we had a common room in our building. Well, i did the report, but i couldn't stop at that point. I sketched up the room in my laptop, put some colors, played with it a little.
After some inspiration research, it got really good. I could work with architecture if i wasn't such a disaster in maths, and i have no patience for that subject anyway, but interiors would be more for me, not architecture.

I love photography. There's something about it that gets me close to my feeleings and myself when i try to get a good angle. I would do it for the rest of my life.
Publycity, fashion, artistic, experimental, documental. There are so many types. Speaking of wich, here's my flickr account , if you care at all.
I want to go abroad, nothing else is holding me here.I mean, my family is ok with the idea, and i guess my friends will have to wish me the best, if they don't, well, can't have everything in life, right? that's one thing i've learned(one of the few).
Maybe i can get a job in the area, i really want to have my own money. I mean, it's good, right. It would help a lot, i can see my parents doing a lot of effort for me. And with some extra money i could buy my own things,mostly for work, because they are mostly expensive.

rigth now, i want a nikon d90 and a mcbookpro. So far, it's about 9 grand(both things). I really need extra money!!
and i want a nikon fm10 too. And some film for my Polaroid. It would be quite lovely. I love analogical photography.
Anyway, i need lots of stuff for arts school, material, books. They all cost a lot.
Anyone who knows anything related to jobs with arts, pleas make me know.
I must sound so desperade. What the hell, i am desperade.

fuck no.

It's been one week since i'm out of anti-depressives. Wich sucks.
I've been taking them for four years now, and they've became an inportant part of my life(yay :D, no.)
at first, it was such a RUSH of many stuff that can make me exited, that i can't even explain it well. But as the time goes by, you get used to it, and you just feel balanced(in my case, i take them for depression and bi-polar transtorn.
the crap about the anti-depressives, is that you can't stop taking them all of sudden, specially, if you have been taking them for so long.I mean, it's not impossible, it's just hard.
But i don't intend to stop taking AD or anything. It's just that my doctor turned out to be a human being and went on vacation(can you imagine that? i know!!) for one month. I kinda saw it comming, but i thought it wouldn't be that bad.
Turns out that i'm on abstinence crisis, that's the term my doctor(too bad for him for giving me his personal number :D)used when we talked about it yesterday. First, you feel nauseous, about one day or two, then you get teribly down with your humor, then you get extremelly stressful, wich in my case unlocks two problems: constant ups and downs of humor, and nervous gastritis(family problem), wich means i basically can't eat without feeling sick.
at first i thought "oh, okay, i think i can handle it, it's not like it's gonna be forever". Of course i didn't handle it, otherwise i wouldn't be making a fucking POST on by blog about it. I used to deal with my issues by writting about it. My psychologist said it's a very good way to face problems, but since i starded taking pills i just don't feel the need to write about everything i feel now and then, in fact, it starded to make me feel enbarassed, so i stopped.
One week without pills, and here i am again talking worthless shit on my blog(weee).
But the history ends well(i guess), because my parents kinda noticed my reaction this week after i suddenly stopped talking and eating and started(once again) to sleep all day and watch the night pass trhough my eyes while i can't sleep. So they(with the permission from my doctor by telephone, haha) went to another doctor(who is a friend of my doctor and [s]is a responsable and sensible person[/s] is not on vacation) and got me a prescription for my pills. I already took one, but the effect starts only tomorrow, said my doctor.
I hope i start to feel good,because i don't want to feel like this during my intire fucking vacation.
bye.