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chrisfel eliza

I don't think I think enough.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Why, hello there.

I am alive and well, with ridiculous-looking bangs that I actually kind of like. (But not to be worn in public because of the insurmountable laughter. Well, I'm glad to be the source of laughter, if only to take away whatever stress people feel in those brief moments. I've always been aware of being the awkward girl anyway.) So there.


I came home Monday evening with a brilliant idea: I think I need to trim my bangs. I got a pair of really fancy scissors and trimmed away, only to realize, as I was checking the length, that I had cut it too short, so I thought it would be funny to spread my bangs across my forehead (as I always have it tucked to one side) and voilà! I'd keep it as it is if I looked anywhere near like Léa Seydoux in La belle personne, but alas, I do not reside in Paris where having unruly hair is more than accepted and also, I lack the mysterious yet alluring aura to actually hold the look together. Hahaha. Say what!

It is past four in the morning and I am still wide awake. I just finished exercising a while ago and perhaps reek of sweat, but whatever. I watched Easy A during my routine, which I found to be a rather interesting and slightly cliché American movie. (Honestly, this was the first-ever movie I've seen with Emma Stone in it.) It was entertaining to say the least, so it served its purpose.

I also started writing an entry (a 'piece' if you will, ha!) which is entitled 'Sikreto' last Saturday but I haven't gotten around to finishing it as so many things needed to be accomplished, hence having to put the writing aside. In fact, it is saved as draft here on Blogger. But I've continued writing it in one of my notebooks. As apparent by the entry title, the entire thing will be written in Filipino. HAHAHA. I'm actually quite proud of myself with the amount of Filipino words I used, but I probably shouldn't gloat because I know for sure it's still filled with errors. I have no idea what came over me and why I wanted to write the thing in the beautiful, official language of the Philippines. Hopefully I get around to finishing it soon. ;-)

I kind of miss commuting, but I also like having these little conversations with people during the drive home. Also, I can't believe it's only Wednesday. This week is definitely far from being dull. I can't say I'm not enjoying it either, because I am. Being busy and being challenged is my thing, after all.

Sleep. Need. Now.

chrisfel at 04:25