I don’t know where my days go. It’s Friday and I’m sitting here, thinking of the week that was, and nothing stands out; nothing sticks to me save for the exhaustion I feel when I wake up every morning at 930am (I’m back to my old ways, being really bad at this waking up early thing). I really do not know what I do with my time and it just feels so unsatisfying, this daily grind.
Oh oh oh: my bedroom mirror broke (the one I’ve had since I was in high school… so it’s at least a decade old) Tuesday morning. Exciting times.
Yesterday, I ate ten milk polvorons in one sitting. I believe I got carried away while reading up on tech jobs. I am a beast.
My thighs look like dirigibles in these photos/these shorts/these flats. I DONAT CARE, I AM CUTE.
Thrifted, ampersand-covering top; thrifted silk shorts (aka lady boxers); Ukay Manila butterfly belt; SM Parisian flats; City Lady tights.
I’ve been slacking on Insanity. That Cebu trip not only drained my pseudo-savings account (was I mad for thinking I’d have enough bones left to fork over to Mr Citibank?) but also ran off with my fitness mojo. I’ve worked out a total of TWO times this week, muy teribleh~! I’d like to work out for the third time this week but alas, I am torn between Friday night drunkies or a date with Shaun T and the gang.