Happy Weekend: Day One

"The illusion of happy-chillness has been shattered. Time to act accordingly."

That's what I said in my last blog... but, before that, I sort of made a commitment to chillage. We're prepping for our finals, yes. Work is piling up and in a few days, I'll probably be tempted to complain about everything again. Or, I probably will. However, I learned a lesson from some classmates of mine.

See, some of them who live in the provinces like to go home on weekends. They work four to five days a week. Sometimes six. And after that? They go home to their families and rest. Breathe. Sleep. They prepare for the next week of hell that is to come. Hahaha.

I kind of like that idea. Weekends are supposed to be for resting, right? Right.

So, yeah. Yay!

Please allow me this small happiness of, well, still having glimpses of summer. This weekend's off to a good start thanks to an afternoon of super hot but, fun construction on site and Asaphil's Craft dinner to end the day! Weehee.

So, yes. I guess I'm just blogging because of this strange post-dinner happy bug that seemed to have affected us all. Haha. Ha. Okay.

(Thank you to Erka for the photos hihihi)

You know, stuff like this make me wonder why we choose to put ourselves through so much stress. Why do we push ourselves so much? ...when we all know that it really is so much better to just... not do that.

Okay, cool. I'm watching Grey's Anatomy now too and she just said this:

"Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? ...because it feels so good when I stop."

:)

There you have it, I guess.

Goodnight, everyone. :)

Someone Fix Me

Because I know I can do so much better than this. :(

Maybe it's because I've realized that you really don't have to prove anything to any prof or person or anyone in general.

Or because I know that you'll still make it in life even if you're no longer the best or if you no longer have the unos to back up your claims to actually have a little talent.

Or because I would rather go to the beach and sleep under the stars instead of doing my work and not sleeping at all.

Or because I take comfort in the fact that I'm technically not supposed to stress myself out at all - those are doctor's orders which I disobey 24/7 - so, given the choice between pushing and sleeping, I choose the latter. Health first, right?

So many excuses.

Too many.

Well, it's about time life gave me what I deserved. The illusion of happy-chillness has been shattered. Time to act accordingly.

Must Get Back To Work

(Was supposed to post this last Saturday!)

Tali is really one of my favorite places in life. We come back every year during Holy Week and it's our second time for the Alegre family to join us. Imagine three days of swimming in the ocean, reading and writing and thinking by the shore, on banigs with good music, good company and an endless supply of coke and beer and Zesto... huhu life is good.

Now, how to let that all go...

See, that is not the life that I chose. I chose a wonderful life of drafting until the wee hours of the morning, struggling through countless blank pages, with a pen in hand, until you have even a fraction of an idea of a possible design, frustration to the max, and an ongoing battle with the natural tiredness of your own body. It's always you vs the sloth in you - and on most nights, the latter wins.

Like tonight.

I promise to at least make a to do list before I crash into this beatiful scene that has been tempting me for hours.

I promise to wake up tomorrow and work the whooole day to make up for my week long vacation.

I promise to... no. What's the point? :)) I totally enjoyed the past week. Felt more passion for architecture than I did in a while and I am so, so grateful for that. Ironically, this time away from school has caused me to feel more strongly about being architect in the future. When I'm on my own and away from the stress of school, it seems as though I'm free to love architecture more. Strange.

However, I guess that in order to do what I want to do, I kind of have to suck this up. I just have to reset the whole framework of this and pretend that nothing in my list of things to do is graded and they're all just random life tasks that I have to do to be the architect I want to be. Yes!

Maybe, that'll help. Maybe.

Okay, wait.

I can't.

I give up.

Tonight, the sloth wins.

Better luck tomorrow.

I miss Tali.

Ugh.