face#18: old car

This picture shows my best friends car. This friend is the one who I started a seperate blog for called Katy Quotes. School is out and I know that I should feel like a bird free from its cage. But instead, I feel lonely and abandond. I learned that perfection and dreams are only perfection and dreams if you live in a moment or life where you need them. When you are in school you cannot wait until you get out, but only once you do get out, do you really feel the urge to go back and see friends. Yes, you can do camps and other activites, but only if your normal. I am not. I do not socialize and open up, let myself free, so easily. I don't camp or do things too far away from my compfort zone. In the place, world, where I live up in my mind, I am normal. Sailing is camping. Seeing and living things a little bit differently are normal up in my mind. Sailing is an escape. From all the comments and judgements about who and how I am. As the wind fill my sail, I start to move. Away, to where I want to be. Where I am normal. School is a place where I am just surrounded by people and murmurs. Nobody talks to me. It seems weird how I want to go back to a place where I feel I don't belong. I probably don't belong there if people would have to take a survey. But i would rather be surrounded by people and be talked to sometimes, then to be left alone. When fingers slip on the keys of my piano, emotions come out. Ones that I would never have the guts to show to people. This face may be smiling, but it has many flaws. Like the reddish stain, and the dust and dirt piled up in small corners and dents. We can always be smiling, but not necessarily happy. We have our imperfections. It's what makes us different and unique. We may not be proud that we might be stupid, or have glasses, or even have a disease. But that's what makes us who we are. We are cookie-cutter people, but our talents and defects are what give us a third dimension.




-m

face#17: happy cookie

To be honest I do have a little bit of a sweet tooth issue. Once I start with the candy and cookies I can't stop. This is a picture of one of my favourite types of cookies. These cookies are called palmiers (ˈpä(l)mēā) AKA Elephant Ears. In French it means Palm Tree. They are delicate cookies that are flakey, but almost sticky like honey on the edges, and then drizzled with sugar. Here maybe you should try making them yourself if you have time; TO THE RECIPE...

Ingredients

1 cup granulated sugar, divided
Extra granulated sugar for dusting
3 to 4 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1 (17-1/4 ounce) package frozen butter puff pastry sheets, thawed

Preparation

Line baking sheets with parchment Paper or a Silpat baking mat

In a small bowl, mix together 3/4 cup sugar and the cinnamon; set aside.

Sprinkle 1/4 cup sugar on a clean work surface.

Gently unfold one of the pastry sheets. Place the pastry sheet on top of the sugared work surface, and sprinkle evenly with 1/2 of the sugar/cinnamon mixture to within 1/2-inch of the edges. Gently press the sugar/cinnamon into the pastry.

Using a rolling pin, gently roll out the dough into a 9 x 15-inch rectangle 1/8 inch thick, being careful not to press too hard around the edges. Continually coat both sides of the rolling pin with sugar.

Place the dough so one of the long sides is closest to you. Using your fingers, roll the dough length-wise into a long cylinder, as tightly as possible without stretching it (as you would a roll of wrapping papers), stopping when you reach the middle. Repeat the same rolling procedure with the other long side until you have two (2) tight cylinders that meet in the middle. Wrap tightly in plastic wrap; place in the refrigerator to chill at least 1 hour.

After the dough has chilled, remove from the refrigerator and unwrap the dough. Using a sharp knife, cut the dough crosswise into 3/8-inch-thick slices (they’ll look like little scrolls). Sprinkle the tops with approximately 1 tablespoon of the sugar. Place the palmiers on the prepared baking sheets, and firmly flatten with the palm of your hand. Cover with plastic wrap and place in the refrigerator for 1 hour.

Repeat with remaining dough sheet, if desired.

Preheat the oven to 425 degrees.

Place the palmiers in the oven and bake 5 minutes. Reduce the oven temperature to 400 degrees and continue baking until the pastry is golden brown and well caramelized, approximately 10 minutes.

NOTE: if baking more than one sheet at a time in one oven, switch positions halfway through baking. Remove from the oven; using a thin spatula, immediately transfer the palmiers to a wire rack to cool completely.

Serve shiny side up. Serve hot or at room temperature.

Palmiers are best the day they're made. Store palmiers airtight at room temperature up to 3 days; freeze to store longer.

One sheet of pasty dough makes about 20 Palmiers.


... Back to the whole face thing. If you cant tell it looks like the cookie is smiling. Sometimes we find ourselves in a place where we don't want to smile, but we have to slap a grin on. For example, today I think I might have just lost my best friend, Katy, because I gave up to sticking and believing to our friendship just because Ellie didn't want us to be friends. Now it felt terrible to have to leave such a strong friendship after seven years. But nobody wants to walk into there local Starbucks crying like a fool, even if you lost a best friend. So I slap a smile on. It is completely a fake one because I would have been sobbing at the time and someone might have called the police because they could have easily thought that I has been sexually harassed or assaulted. But life goes on. Nobody wants to be stuck in a hole forever, so you dig yourself out, no matter how much it hurts, and slap a smile on your face, even if it's completely fake.


-m

face#16: Mama's new purse

I truly am sorry about everything. I have done said, and thought. This blog is where it all ends up because I can't keep it in anymore. I screw up at practically everything. I am stereotyped. People see me and think I am the one with the perfect life, money, but it's not me. Believe it or not. I'm the one with the hardest life. I am sad to announce that this might be one of my last posts before I take a blogging break because this is the last photo in my collection. See, how it works is I take one day and photograph every face I see (like blog type, not people type) and then download them to my computer, photoshop them, and then I'm set for a good 6 months to a year. This picture is of a purse my aunt made for my mom for christmas last year. I'm on spring break, and almost all my friends are in Vancouver because of Musical Theatre Club. One of my friends is in New York for a week and a half. I envy him. I go to New York every year in October. This year Im going to go in September and I can't wait. I'm going to see my friend Estelle sometime this week. She's really cool and funny. She always cracks me up. I saw my friend Elena on Friday and I slept over at her house. We went to a party at her school and this guy who I met for the first time (dude named Ben... with an awesome shirt) asked me to dance during one of the slow songs. I yelled NO in his face. It was an awesome party. There was a bubble machine, confetti cannon, smoke machine, black light, star light, lighting machine, DJ, disco ball, ect. I'm obsessed with this Australian singer named Sia. She's really good. Back to screwing up, last night we had people over for dinner and I had to make dessert many times before the cream puffs actually puffed. I miss Ellie as a friend, but I try to resist the pain. Well this is starting to become a pretty long post. So I guess I'll say one last thing. I checked all my views of my blog and I have people who viewed it from North America and Alaska. YOU ROCK ALASKA!!!!


-m

face#15:radio head

WARNING: THE POST YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ COULD BE HARMFUL TO SOME OF THE READERS. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM DEAL WITH IT, BECUASE THIS IS MY ONLINE JOURNAL/PHOTOGRAPHY COLLECTION. ALL WHICH I SAY IS TRUE. ALWAYS TRUST THE WRITER!!!


Yes I know this is a lame face, but the drama really started heating up lately which got me kind of distractive. When it comes to friendship me and Ellie are basically over. We all screwed up. She treated me like a rock. I've had that happen before and it drives me nuts. So I totally lost it and tore out all my terrible feelings. Do I regret it is the big question? Yes I feel sorry that she found out how I felt about her that way, but she finally gets that I can't stand her and her stupid perfect life that everyone dreams about. Do I care that she travelled all of Europe last year? No, but she talks about it so much that I hate her because of it. Do I care that she's going to Hawaii this summer? No.... well kind of because I never have been to Hawaii. Is Matilde going somewhere this summer? No.... her parents can't afford it at the moment. I'm fine that I'm not going on vacation this year, but it bugs me that all that Ellie talks about is her dream life. Also Musical Theatre Club is like hell to me. Ellie and Katy are in it. I don't like that sort of thing, so I don't join. All Ellie talks about is Musical Theatre Club, a topic which I cannot talk about. I am not allowed to express my opinion around her because if we have different ones she starts to cry (which we usually do). I want to personally talk to her about all this, but it's like talking to a 3 year old. Gets distracted WAY to easily. And can't stand being wrong. I want me, her, and Katy to be friends again, but I cannot stand having to be quiet because one of these girls (not me or Katy) has issues that restrict me into the no talking zone.

-m

face#14: salt + pepper

Today I'm going to blog about the social class of my school that easily relates to popularity. So me and my friend went to this popular girl's birthday party. There were like 2-3 people that hanged out with the popular girl (the poplars). 5-7 people that are like wanna be popular (the outcast). And the 2-3 people that are rarely part of this popularity pyramid, (the difference). So here I am, me and my best friend are the difference. Now usually I would be complaining and whining that Im not popular, but I don't care. I enjoy being part of the difference. I can say what I want and no one cares. I can see life through my own eyes without having anyone changing my thoughts. See the face. Embrace life. You only live it once.

-m

face#13: candles

A 12 year old girl. Life is over for me. More like my social life. One word....make it 3. Musical Theatre Club. It tore my friendship apart. I try to talk with my 2 BFF's, they ignore me, COMPLETELY!!! It's almost like since I don't like the whole singing and dancing thing so I didn't join drama club with them, I'm not allowed to talk to them or something like that. One of my friends doesn't want to go snowboarding with me anymore and the other one is always busy doing whatever, because she refuses to tell me. And what does that let me hang out with, no one. Absolutely no one. My weekends ALONE. Anyway enough with my terrible life and onward to the face. If you have some problem seeing the face. The 2 candles are the eyes and the filling between one tile and the other would be the mouth. Trust me there will be a lot of faces like this. Well bye.

-m

face#12: little shower man

This that you see is the door hinge to my shower. Since I like to take hot, like boiling hot showers; the hinge is covered with steam, which makes it looks like the face is growing a beard. I recently am taking snowboard lessons for the time and things are kind of rough on all my muscles. The new semester starts Monday and Im kind of excited, but sad that I'll be losing my favourite class, TV production. It's basically animation class, which helps the realisation of my dream to be a Pixar animator. Got to go; dinner with some friends.

-m