“Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
Chasing Sunsets from our 2-week vacation.
One of the tiring things to do when you’re about to have a vacation is packing.Yesterday,my mom kept on yelling at me to pack for our trip while I was in the “middle of something”.”middle of something” meant sleeping,daydreaming and other forms of procrastination.Ironic because it’s mother’s day,the day all moms should be happy,yet I pissed her off.I feel so bad to be the antagonist of her day.
Anyway,I’m almost done packing.Now I’m trying to manage to put all my stuff in my bag since it’s jam-packed full.This is a tricky thing to do.Probably the reason why I despise packing.
I put in a lot of stuff I think I’ll be needing but as it turns out,they’re just damn heavy solid objects I’ll be carrying in the duration of the trip,agonizing over it’s weight.Another habit I should change perhaps.
What the heck.I’m off to places for adventure.I need this.
I love how you wake me up in the morning and greet me “good morning baby girl”.I love it when you come home and bring me a box of Fresh Milk all for myself to devour.I love how you keep your cool when I screw things up.Your ~wAckY. post may seem buki,but I love how you try to get along with us.I love your fair skin which I unluckily never inherited.I love how you never get tired of helping people in need even though they frequently show up in our home…over and over.I love how you are very friendly with my friends,which often gets a bit too far.
I have the best mom in the world.Deal with it.
Happy Mother’s day! :)
I give this day entirely to myself.Lately I have been on hiatus taking care of little children(not to mention restraining them form fighting with each other) while my mom and her other siblings do their own ‘adult stuff’.It’s about time I get my own day off.No children whining,no chores to work on.Just me and my bedroom,making love my currently-read book.:Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
Just so you guys know,I currently attend jazz class for the sake of freeing myself from house chores and boredom.I don’t aspire to be a good dancer but breaking a sweat was a good idea.I haven’t gained friends since they have their own set of cliques.Why bother make friends with a loser like me anyway?
I got an invitation from a friend in jazz class to hang out and grab lunch at the mall.
This is me with a lot of problems.
Hi Therese!
I had the best day in a long time.I’ve felt idle in the past few weeks which probably is the reason why I immediately agreed to catch them and spend the entire afternoon joy-riding.I congratulate myself for my newly-gained friends.That wasn’t so hard after all.
While the two are trying to catch up theatre class and me waiting for the clock to strike 5pm for jazz class to commence,A an I agreed to meet up at KFC for a snack and some ample time to chill inside the newly-opened building.He says Hi. :D
Derp faces
It’s the last month of summer,and there are a lot of things in the list I haven’t done yet.I need a productive day.My best friend and I have been doing the same sleep-tv-eat cycle for a couple of days now and we’re not liking the idea of wasting every single minute of it.The breezy afternoon called us to make a kite of our own instead of watching the kids in our neighborhood with envy.I felt so fain of making a kite I provided all the materials and it cost our helper to clean it up right after.I’m lazy so shut up mehehehehehe.
Hey,I have to make my own,too.The Japanese paper isn’t working well for me,so I used a garbage bag for an ~Em0~ vibe.
I always get lazy when I’m in a middle of something.
And voila!our self-made kites with heaps of love.We had a test drive of it,and mine’s not cooperating with the wind.Why is mine all fucked up?I have no idea.
