of being left behind, when the person who was supposed to take you along knew you wanted to come, too.
Maybe I'm just that easy to forget when I'm not needed. /emo ...is one of my favorite songs by The Lucksmiths (oh, how I would love to marry their songs). It makes me want to hug mittens and take them home. Sadly, in this country all we have are potholders. Listen! Should you find me forsaken On some neighbor's fence Out walking one morning When winter relents All sodden and weatherworn Threadbare and fallen apart If you notice me next to you There on the train Revealed as the evening rush eases again Don't leave me languishing Take me in hand, and take heart Fingers crossed, all is not lost Should you find me forsaken, forgotten, forlorn Unclaimed and uncared for, neglected, ignored Abandoned, asunder, apart and alone Discarded, disposed of, dispensed with, disowned Lost and all lonesome, bygone, bereft Squandered, unwanted, cast off and adrift Dropped and deserted, mistreated, mislaid Overlooked, derelict, stranded, astray Fingers crossed, all is not lost I absolutely love this band, so much that I listen to them while jogging. Some of their songs are not upbeat at all and people may wonder why I have them on my running playlist, but the tunes put me in a good mood and somehow, that works for me. My sister heard this song when I got home from jogging and she said, "Ang lungkot naman ng pangjogging mo."
I lifehacked my way into a bottle of Tempranillo yesterday.
I tried two out of the five or seven ways to get the cork out without a corkscrew, and realized something very, very important: Synthetic cork and screws don't work. Try screwing something in and pulling it out, and all you'll be able to achieve is pulling the foamy stuff out from the cork. I was about to give up when I remembered I haven't tried lifehack suggestion number five (or is it six?): stabbing the cork with a knife and twisting it. I didn't think the cork had enough uh, cork in it to knife into, but it did, and as I twisted my dad's utility knife I thought, why didn't I do this sooner? As I was twisting I feared I might break the utility knife. But it worked, and as I eased out the cork I felt a tingling sense of accomplishment at having done something "practical". I've been having difficulty motivating myself to work, and while adding wine to my apple and cranberry juice sounds like a weird idea, I felt it was different enough to make the day more interesting. Well, I did have a good siesta after that. The thing to do now, really, is to work with as much gusto as when I wanted to get that wine. I'm torn between falling into a 'good' daily routine and avoiding it, because I feel I'll get burnt out and stop working altogether. There has to be something different every day, but not enough to be a major distraction. I do wish there are some lifehacking tips for this dilemma. My skin is having problems dealing with you.
Too dry, too oily, whichever. My skin's got it really bad. My scalp is saying the same thing-- it's time for the annual dandruff treatment. Moisturize, girl, they say, hydrate. It's not that simple. A thousand flakes falling from my head. DNA all over the place. A couple of weeks before the holidays, a friend and I were chatting about how the Christmas season failed to incite any sort of excitement in us. "Christmas is just for kids now," he said. I said perhaps it has also become a chore: buy gifts, attend family reunions, show up in all sorts of parties, go to dawn mass. We weren't kids anymore, and we didn't cherish the thought that growing old also meant not having the "Christmas spirit" we used to have. Oh well.
I was more excited for the new year--2014 is the year I turn 30, not bad really, but looking at what I have accomplished (or not) the past few years of my life, it doesn't look impressive at all. It's like I keep starting from scratch, trying out new things, looking for something. My place in the world. I thought I found it five or seven years ago, but I must have been mistaken then. No matter. There's still plenty of time. I'll just go marching on. I suck at keeping a daily blog. I'd like to think I'm good at other things though, such as reading and writing (but 'rithmetic, not so much). Some of my friends also think I'm pretty good at taking photos. I'd like to think so too.
I'm glad there's something *positive* I'm good at. I mean, I stutter when reading aloud, can't sing for my life, and dance like an awkward teen--there's gotta be something I can do well, right? The second photo is from my Voigtländer Prominent test roll. You can read more about it in my blog post. In other mews, it's Monday and there's a lot of work to be done. Let's do this! last night i met up with a friend to discuss a project we've been working on for x years now (haha). we ended up hanging out way after our coffee had gone cold because the establishment next to us had a live acoustic band that was playing. it was fun freeloading and we got to talking about the "good ol' days". it got me thinking i'll be turning 30 next year. it sucks that i have nothing to show for it. i should have done something great already, or overcome a major hurdle. or maybe i'm just content with going where life takes me.
I know I'm supposed to rest, but I just couldn't bear the state of my room anymore. I just had to make it more...habitable. Changed my sheets, put old papers up for recycling, cleaned my fan, swept the floor. Scattered books went into a pile; my shelves are all full. I'm thinking of swapping my queen-sized bed for a single, or a double deck so I can use the top (or bottom) space for books and whatnots. Like one of those workspaces for students: bed on top, desk and bookshelves below. Also, I'd like to put my cameras on display and not stuffed in bags and plastic boxes. Meh, one thing at a time. Now that I have a cleaner room, I'll be able to really recuperate from the stress (and the stuffy nose and the coughing bonanza) of the past days. Dealing with post-conference tasks and my work backlog is another challenge.
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nice to meet mew!Hi, I'm Lauren, and this blog is the repository of my thoughts about erm, mundane things. As you can see, I have a thing for cats. I also like cheese. Archives
October 2016
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