What Happened to the Weekly Project

Maybe I bit more than I could chew.
This year was the first time I've made New Year's Resolutions, and it's almost half the year and I think I've pretty much given up on completing them.
One of these would be the 52 Weeks project, which, frankly I speaking, ended after a month. It's depressing. But since I can't blame myself, I'm pointing fingers at school and its emotional, mental, and physical demands. So really, who could blame me for not completing the said project, right?
It's not to say that I didn't try though. I've taken pictures every now and then of my day, but documenting your life every minute is really exhausting! The photographer life needs some getting used to.
I've got a new phone though, so maybe, just maybe, I'd go back on track with the project, posting snippets on my 4th year (yes, 4th year!!!! I can't believe it!!!) college life.
With that, here's what's happened over the past 5 months:

1. A new home. 
2. Designing a poster for an event that didn't push through.
3. Socializing! 
4. More socializing!
5. I passed by this view every morning for two years. It's not the same now that I'm in a dormitory. You can't see your *end goal* literally. 
6. The occasional dress-ups
7. Two things happened: a haircut and the beach
8. Ventured into calligraphy and watercolor lettering. 
9. Somebody gave me heat reservoir socks for cold nights. :)

Five months, and nine blog-worthy pictures. This is both embarrassing and depressing. Hopefully I get to take more pictures and keep this blog alive!

52 Weeks: 2

1. My family went to the local fair! Too bad that it was raining. We only stayed for a short while.

2. However, I went the night before with friends. I think I rode every ride I wanted except this.

3. Funny price signs. 

Sorry for the very late post. I was unable to take other pictures of the week due to tech problems so I guess that leaves me with only the pictures of the fair. However, that's fixed now and I got pictures up for Week 4. Yey! 

52 Weeks: The First!

Finally, a blogpost! I've always wanted to do a 52 Weeks project, but I wanted to do one that started at January. So I waited for n months for this project to happen.

The mechanics for this project are fairly simple: Post four photos of what your week was like throughout the whole year.

I hope my pictures aren't so horrible for you guys to stop reading my blog, because I think these are the only posts I'll be posting in the future. Oh well.

1. Happy new year from the obligatory (and only good looking) fireworks picture I took.

2. ... and yes, my fingers are still complete.

3. Made a resolution to start putting flowers in my dormitory. So I'm recycling coffee cups and jugs and mugs and all other random vase substitutes to hold cheap flowers. Flowers make me happy, even if they die after a while.

4. My break in a nutshell. 

House help relationships

I can't stand house help.
Sure, I love what they do: sweep the floors, wash the dishes, make your beds and sometimes cook up a meal. But other than that, I despise them.
It's nothing personal to be honest. I have no grudges towards any of the helpers I've previously had. But most of the time, they don't last. The last time there was one present in my house was eight years ago, and she didn't last long.
Here's the thing. Their job is to keep everything clean, make sure nothing is a mess. So with that said, they're constantly on the move, arranging things, touching your stuff. And I don't like that. I don't like leaving a room with a book on a table and coming back to see it gone(alright that's exaggerated, but you get the point).
You see, I think most of them believe that whatever can be moved, stored, and hidden should be moved, stored, and hidden. Whatever's not a piece of bulky furniture is a mess. Like, I know it's a mess but at least I know where my stuff are!!!
One time, a helper stuffed a stuff-less stuffed animal in a drawer because she thought it was a rag. That was quite traumatizing.
Aside from that, I don't like being around a lot of people. Home is where I get to be my ultimate ugly self and the only people who are allowed to see me at that state are my family. So having a helper around is quite uncomfortable.
I honestly believe that househelp is one of the best things that can happen to a household,but for people like me, I'd rather live in a pig sty than be with a stranger.

100 Things to Write About: Birthdays

Birthdays never really end up the way I plan them to be. Your birthday was no exception. I was planning to celebrate it by myself, probably eat a slice of cake and mope about you not liking me. Basically the same things I was doing in your past birthdays.

This year was different, though. It’s not that I didn’t want to celebrate your birthday, or that today wasn’t special. It’s just that today felt ordinary, and I was rushing in and out of classrooms to bother about feelings that should have been dead long ago.

I take this as a sign from the universe telling me that you are no longer worth the cheesy blogposts, tweets, or the poems that I write. Maybe this is finally the time where I realize that I am finally over you because suddenly your birthday does not feel like a holiday.

So congratulations on being nineteen and travelling around the world and being ridiculously handsome. But I guess I’d have to congratulate myself too. I guess, probably, I’ve moved past you.

This calls for some cake.

The Summer of 2014

The summer of 2014 is definitely not one of the best summers ever. I’d like to explain and report everything to you, dear reader, but I’m afraid I don’t want to (which is quite ironic because I’m keeping a personal blog about feelings and things). It’s not that I don’t really want to. It’s mostly because I’m not sure in how to put everything into words, and whether now is the best time to divulge certain things.

To start off, it was a summer full of changes. And like I’ve said in my past posts, I’m not really good with change. Some things happened in a way that I knew they would happen, but I just didn’t realize that they would happen then, or how I felt in ways far more than I expected myself to behave. I didn’t realize a lot of things until that summer, and yet, in a way, I was waiting for that summer to happen for all my life.

I hope this is enough of an explanation for the past three months of silence. And I hope you’re not tired of reading my entries.

I’m staying in a dormitory now and updating will be a bit harder because of college, but here goes nothing!

Until then.

The Summer Checklist

My sister has a psychology term for the two types of people in the world. Basically, the type that needs lists in their life and the type that could care less. Guess which type I am.
But seriously, I can't live without lists. I need paper dedicated to list-making (like the one in the picture) or electronic documents in bullets, just to see which task or object must be accomplished first.
And with all that said,I'd like to tell you that I have made a list for summer.
"What? A list? For summer?"
"But summer should be about unplanned events! Summer should be something quirky and spontaneous!"

Uh, thank you for your inputs of what summer should be, but, uh, no thanks. The Summer Checklist seems like a good omen for summer, in hopes that I fulfill most, if not all, listed in the list. The List is important because if you're like me, most likely, if it's not written down in a list, then it doesn't exist and it's not going to happen.

So here's the list, in no particular order.

1. Get sleep. Get lots and lots and lots of sleep because when school comes you won't have any. 
2. And drink a lot of water too. 
3. Speaking of water, head to the beach. Or pool. Whatever floats your boat.
4. But don't forget the sunscreen because although it may look like a tan now, it may end up being skin cancer in the future. Protect, protect, protect.
5. Read a lot. Read everywhere because this is the only time you can read without worrying about having a pop quiz about it the next day.
6. And probably do a little summer cleaning. This means throwing out everything you don't want. If you're considering of throwing something out, then you should throw it out.
7. Get a job. Or make a business. Just do something to earn a little something.
8. Rediscover yourself. I bought a coloring book. This summer is going to be pretty exciting.
9. Do not think about your grades. I repeat, do. Not. Think. About your grades.
10. Watch a lot of TV series because who has time for that when school comes? Not me.
11. Make a summer playlist. If you don't have an idea, you can take inspiration from mine.Breath Me(Four Tet Remix)- Sia, Lights (Shook Remix)-Ellie Goulding, Settle Down (EMBRZ Remix)-The 1975,Only See You- Janet Labelle, Buzzcut Season- Lorde,You're the Best- Wet, I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

*most of the content of this post is dedicated to me, tbh. Much apologies if they're not to your liking