April75's Journals

Human Doll Project !

Hey guys i'm going to talk about a project made by Daphné Brandão! The photographer of all my amazing pictures! She's very talented and The Human Doll Project is the proof that she have a lot of hidden talent! This Project is about a girl that isn't able to recognize what is real, and what isn't! So she lives as a doll, surrounded by dolls. She was really unhappy so she killed her self! It's an amazing story just with photos! Sooner I'll post all the pictures! While you wait, you can watch the making of on youtube!

here's the url: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlVqdcHeFZA

(Note: this is my favorite picture of all! It's really amazing)

xoxo, april

Money, Money !

Today I was listening to "money money" by lady gaga (btw she's awesome) and I realize that money made us! If we stop for a second we can understand that! If we have our purse with a lot of money, we're happier than if we're completly empty! We may not buy anything, but have money is a security to haven't needs even if our need is just to buy a lollipop!

Money is dirty! Is empty! Is just a piece of paper! But even that, can be so beautiful and powerfull!

(Just with some need to talk about money!)

xoxo, april (L)

Dirty, trashy and fake people!

I was wonder today, why do people are so fake and sinical all the time? I'm getting really tired of these kind of fakeness; sometimes a lot a boys and girls, become to your friends just because you're pretty, or have a lot of myspace friends, or even because you've money. Why do not people just become a friend because of the values you have, and the person you are! This world is getting more and more disgusting to live!

Now, with the "scene thing" people just care about the way they look, hair, make up, and being better than other "scenes"! Well, maybe a year ago, i was just like them. But now I realize that, love, friendship, and real life is so more interesting than being SCENE.

Sorry all the grammar mistakes, But i'm really tired today ^^

talk to you soon.

xoxo, april