I seriously don't know how to begin, but I'm just going to go along as I think of what to say.

My head's in a bubble right now, I'm merely thinking on a certain hemisphere of insights while I'm stuck there. Pretty much my week has been somewhat great, but you never avoid the occasions wherein you just feel so stoned. It's like you're a big pile of Blah.

I can summarize my everyday habits into three: wake up, go to work, talk to Beb. Not that I'm complaining, but I used to be much more dynamic than this. I loved being unpredictable. I loved going to places when it just pops my head. I loved doing spontaneous things. I loved being someone who is in love with life. I remember how fun it is not having to worry what's going to happen next, but this time, every day that I'm growing older, I feel like I keep making so much mistakes even though I think more than three times before doing something. Probably this is how you grow up. This is how you think when you grow up, or when you're forced to grow up.

I even bought a red fleece blanket (or whatever you call it) and a zebra print pillow for our house. Naturally I'd buy clothes with my money, but this time I actually ditched the clothes and bought a household item. I feel so parental, but not in a bad way. It's actually fulfilling for a change.

Still a lot of thoughts in my head. Like when to start studying again. When to practice my photography again. When to shop online again. And what kind of layout I'll be putting up next. Nothing big.

Will take advantage of the weekend while it lasts. You don't know how looooong weeks seem to take when you do a cyclical job every single day, and you do the same thing every single day. But I'm not complaining. Yet. Haha.

Buh-bye.