I’m flying off to Singapore tomorrow and I’m spending the day getting the stuff I need to get done, done. The problem is that there is a lot of stuff to get done but there is only one me. And the one me that is around is easily distracted and not very disciplined.
Anyway. The days have been sad lately. I feel displaced but I don’t have anywhere else to go.
GPOYW Fat and Free During the New Year Edition.
So, I’ve figured out why I don’t post any more of these things. It’s because I have gained quite a bit of weight and taking low resolution photos of myself is somehow not as fun. Strangely enough, today is technically a Wednesday, and so calls for gratuity.
Today, I read a little bit of The Hobbit, went on a bank run (three different trips to three different banks!), and went to do a little bit of work. I think I could use a little bit more productivity on my part, but as it’s only the beginning of the year, I’m giving myself a break. But if my lazy ass doesn’t shape up by February—oh no.
In any case, I’ve found a solution/motivation/plan for losing weight and hopefully at least getting back to my usual, regular weight, which is between 116 and 118 lbs. I am quite a bit heavier than that and I’m hoping that my exposure to my fatness will drive me to exercise. I know that doesn’t sound like much weight but I’m only a little over 5’ and I don’t really have any breasts to speak of.
My plan is the best, though. And it’s something that I’m sure will work for me.
Currently in Hong Kong! I came from a pretty long trip, only to be launched into another pretty long one, but I like it like this.
The last time I was here was over a year ago, having gone with friends. At twenty-one, it was my first time riding a plane by myself—I met my friends at the airport—and I had a great time figuring things out by myself.
Sometimes, I’d like to think that I’m a little bit more attached to Hong Kong than other countries, because it was the city I got to know by myself. I learned a few life lessons, and I made decisions on my own. Maybe it’s the little taste of freedom and independence, but I always picked Hong Kong over Singapore when people ask me about relocation.
Anyway, I’ll be here until Friday, and I can’t wait to explore it some more. I flew over with my parents and my sister, but I’m hoping to get some one-on-one time with Hong Kong.
Today, the MRT broke down and I had no other way to go to my meeting. So, I had to cancel about four hours before. Instead, I:
- cooked tomato sauce from scratch! My mom helped me. It was pretty good. Tangy and spicy and mmm.
- watched Survivor: South Pacific. I’m not even sure if that’s the name of this season, but well, I watched it and I came to the conclusion that some people are kind of really dumb.
- watched other T.V. with my sister.
- got to work. Honestly, I do believe that I have put on too many things on my plate. I’m paying for it now—and I can finish them—just at the expense of having no life and no fun.
This place isn’t very friendly for commuters.
P.S. My shirt from the previous post is from Kids of Bayo~
It is 5:2
67 in the morning and these are the reasons why I am up:
- I just finished writing an article on an event I just came back from. (Key point: I finished writing it.)
- Glitch is back on for, like, 72 hours. I am too excited to be upset about it.
- I drank coffee past midnight.
- There are so many things to do.
- There are so many things to think about.
ONE THING I KNOW TO BE TRUE: Art makes me happy.
I feel like crap! I don’t know what it is, but I’m hoping it’s just the influence of the weird weather (it’s been rainy and gloomy and cold—but that is how I like the weather) or something else entirely. I don’t want to be the kind of person who gets sad over nothing. That is seven shades of dumb.
I’ll be on my way out to see Bridesmaids with my siblings. We’ve been waiting for this film for a long, long time. And, hopefully, I can feel frakking normal after seeing it. You know, from the laughing.
When I get back, I’ll be closing down this contest (I’m giving away a free issue of Frankie Magazine!), so leave a comment if that’s the sort of thing you’re interested in. I’ll be posting the winner tomorrow, or some time this week.
I hope you all are having a great Sunday. I’ve been noticing a pattern here, aided by Angela Chase: Sunday night is a dangerous time for your feelings. Go away, feelings.
That is all,
P.S. People on the Internet ask really funny questions.
To the sweet anon who sent this to my Tumblr Ask:
please update often :( i miss your personal posts. my dashboard isnt complete without seeing yoursHere is an update! Of my face! I am holding, in my claw of a hand, a tiny “Lego” koala from Malaysia. I built it with Sarie yesterday, who bought it for me… from Malaysia!
As expected, my life is still boring. I have been, technically, unemployed since the end of January, but I’ve been getting projects (which keep me busy!) so I’m getting by and not as bummy as I might seem. …I also did not mean to come off as super defensive, although that is exactly what I sound like.
Generally, I am in a good place. Tumblr just tires me out a lot and makes me feel bad for ignoring my work stuff, so I’m less “here” than usual. Also, I do not feel like I have very many interesting things to say, but I will attempt to get back into the swing of things.
Ask me more things, because I’m in the middle of answering some questions. :D
HOW ABOUT YOU, TUMBLR. HOW ARE YOU DOING?
Oh, a few weeks back, someone with an IP address from Caloocan asked me something about my personal life and the answer is yes!
I woke up to ants in my bed and to the news that the Remus-was-gay news was false. But despite this devastation (because Remus/Sirius will always have a special canon place in my heart—it’s called reading between the lines!), I have decided to be productive today. Mostly because I don’t really have a choice, but also because I think it might be good for me.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I graduated from University. I still have no idea what I want to be.
P.S. How are you?
GPOYW~* I decided to look like a girl Edition. But this is cheating because the photo is actually from Sunday, I think. In reality, I look very much (even more) unkempt and such. My shirt is nice, though.
I’m awake because I have a lot of ranty thoughts about the creative fields in this country and the way people in it get treated but I don’t think it’s prudent to do that when it is late at night and I am running on caffeine. There is also a tiny existential crisis on the verge of happening but I don’t think I have time for that right now, so I am igknorring it.
I’m pretty happy, though. As happy as someone unemployed and listless and SIF-y can be. Let me tell you, though: I am crazy about that new Death Cab for Cutie single, and the occasional niceness of strangers over the Internet, and sudden revelations that perhaps only you care about, and Oxford commas and Oxford shirts, and long drives with people you like, and trips and traps (the fun kind), and people you can count on.
I don’t know. Nothing’s particularly peachy-keen, and there’s no big explosion of greatness, but it feels right and it feels better, and I am looking forward to a lot of things.
Hope you’re doing well. :)