Trust the school year to put you back to normal sleeping pattern.
It did for me.
Since classes started, I’ve been sleeping before 12 midnight. If ever I’d stay late, it would only be until 1 A.M. That’s no small feat for someone who considers 5 A.M. as bed time.
A few weeks ago, I thought it was impossible I’d ever sleep early. But after losing a night of sleep, going straight to the office, and staying there until afternoon, I went home too tired, missed my dinner, and went to bed. It was only a few days after I realized I was waking up to the morning sunshine everyday. Also, it suddenly became a routine for me to snap out of thinking when it’s close to midnight and just sleep.
This entry alone has got to be one of those few entries I’ve ever written when everybody is already awake and starting his or her day.
So far, I’m happy with my new time slot.
On the other hand, just when my body clock has gone back to normal, I’ve put on weight this past month, and I’m HATING it! I swear by my pants that I’ve gone the path frequently traveled. That is, the path to weight gain. I ate more and moved less. But the added weight paid off now that I have my work in progress — my research. I’ve been working on it this past month I’ve been munching. I guess I thought of eating as a reward after a stressful day (or night).
Sadly, now I’m stressing over the tightness of my pants.
There’s got to be plenty of shedding off in two weeks.
I have to.
NO to jiggly.
Filed under: Good times
If only it could be this simple.
My skin seems to agree so far.
I was on the train this morning. Shortly after boarding, I realized one thing — I need to get out more often. Also, for at least 15 minutes, I forgot somebody I’m fond of for 7 years.
Before I knew it, I got off the train smiling.
Filed under: Challenges
I’m talking about bad luck. It came pouring in yesterday, far from my lucky Friday last week.
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If martyrdom were a performance, I always have an encore.
Two of my friends have started building their houses. Another one just recently bought a lot and plans to start house construction next year. I, on the other hand, still have to plan my temporary exile. Goodness! I haven’t been even away from home for more than a month!
Anyway, listening to my friends talk about their plans and regularly watching Urban Zone by Daphne Oseña-Paez at ABS CBN have somewhat tickled my fancy to start thinking about having my own personal space. And I’m not just talking about improving my room. I’m talking about having my own house and to design and decorate it as I please (Yes, I’ve been daydreaming exponentially).
Thoughts of walking into a country-style bathroom and organizing a walk-in closet just keep me excited of the possibilities! Something tells me I’d be good at turning a place into a home.
This calls for another wallpaper, another visual reminder.
Filed under: Studies
I would have wanted to write this entry yesterday, but I couldn’t. For one, I hardly slept. The moment I got home, I went straight to bed. Anyway, the good news is, despite what could have been an ominous day, I’m finished with my proposal! I wouldn’t say it’s perfect but I’m happy that, FINALLY, I have something to work on. For now, that’s all that matters. Revisions are about to commence very soon.
Looking back, it has been an amusing ride. Funny how I’ve been always moving self-imposed deadlines for nearly a year! What I learned from this whole exercise is to be realistic, prioritize urgent matters, and, most importantly, say no to things that I shouldn’t be doing but still do.
Blogging isn’t one of those things, obviously.
Lately, I ‘ve been quite successful in trying to stay positive. But today, in the spirit of honesty, I’d like to recognize my sadness. My coworker friend has cleared her desk. It finally dawned on me that I’m the last person standing among us.
I’d actually rejoice if this was the last episode of America’s Next Top Model Cycle 10 and I’m the only person to be left in the picture. But this is no modeling contest. This is reality — and a sad one.
Filed under: Studies
Some call it crocheting
Some call it cross-stitching
Some call it quilting
Some call it weaving
I call it thesis writing
Long and winding
Filed under: Home
Apparently, I have an affinity for all things small.
Since I was bitten by a dog in 2000, I’ve hated all kinds of the four-legged creature. Not even a litter of puppies can cure my trauma and disgust of dogs. But that was true until this little thing came to our house about a month ago. It came from my cousin.
Naturally, I hated the dog first time I saw it. However, as weeks went by, I found myself cuddling the dachshund and even preparing its meals. Not all dogs are bad after all.
I wish I could say the same for the other dog in the house. But due to the dog’s size, I doubt if I’d ever like it. This one is a Doberman.
Believing in “signs” can be good or bad.
A “sign” is good when it serves as an affirmation of what you need to do. On the other hand, it can be bad when you always wait for stimuli before you act. In that way, you lose control of your life and give off responsibility of what happens to you. You become reactive instead of consciously making decisions that could change your life’s course — from the dump you’re in to your ideal euphoric state.
But then, I guess it won’t hurt if we need some reminding from the Universe of what needs to be done.
Yesterday, I didn’t only see “signs.” I actually bumped into them — my cognate adviser and a former classmate who just came back from her US studies.
In the middle of a hot and humid day, two signs had stopped me from wandering and I’m glad they did.
