On my way home I realized that I had forgotten whether I was 21 or 22.

I brought out my calculator and did the math.

The fact that I had to do this worries me.

Then it made me laugh.

I hope I'll do it again in a year's time... when I'm 23.


PS I suddenly want to try baking cupcakes. Any tips?

I need more friends. And if I could choose, I'd like them to be nikonian. I woke up from a hilarious dream during an (unintentional) afternoon nap. It had to do with my friends IRL and quirks of nikon hardware. I laughed for a solid five seconds after waking up. Then I realized I wouldn't be able to share the funny story, because the people I know won't get it T_T

Today's attempts at my photography homework failed.

This week's homework has to do with taking an environmental portrait, and so I had my heart set on taking a picture of my friend Trixie as a commuter. I even took a VERY long route home just so I could commute part of the way with her @_@

By my teacher's words though, today wasn't a total failure because I did learn something from my attempts. Like, how light-wise the MRT is more photogenic than the LRT. How I could have solved some of my lighting problems earlier with either a graduated ND filter or shooting at a later time of day (but then there'd be more people along the platform :/ ). And more importantly, how fun it is to do these photography exercises with friends, even if they aren't as interested in photography!

Also, the money shot:

Its no homework, but definitely one moment I was happy to capture!
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Or I would have been the victim of a scam:

http://www.mapuaownage.com/forums/chit-chat/7153-pinapapunta-ka-ba-sa-15th-floor-octagon-building-san-miguel-ave-pasig-city-13.html

Really folks, first it was a call center, and now umbrella-type marketing? Geez.

I went to bed before midnight, groggy from taking Neozep, but was still awake past 2 am because my mind was whirring with thoughts on my passions and future. I was tempted to text my friends to beg them to hang out so I could vent, but I didn't have the guts to text people at two in the morning.

Then I finally fell asleep thinking that maybe those thoughts were only for that night, that I need not bother anyone, that maybe things would be a lot clearer in the morning.

This morning I was late for class for the first time, even though I left the house the same time as always.

Today was the most boring class EVER. A classmate said I looked so sad, all I needed were teardrops to complete the effect.

I had a snack meal for lunch and didn't go hungry.

I bought a new calculator, the latest model allowed for the board exams, even if my old calculator was working perfectly fine. My principles took a backseat.

I went to get a haircut at my usual salon. The guy who shampooed my hair asked me if I just came from work. Er.

I was the only customer there. They were playing MJ songs. My usually talkative stylist was grumpy today.

I told him to give me the exact same cut as the last time. Apparently "last time" was almost 2 inches shorter than I remembered. I ended up looking like a Utada Hikaru wannabe.

I felt like I looked like a guy and went to buy something extremely girly to compensate.

I decided to look around for some stuff I've been looking to add to my wardrobe for some time, didn't find ANY of them. (On another note, PRP are selling these exact same Forever21 wedges. I thought about getting them for myself as a birthday gift, but decided not to since I already have a pair of black wedges, though not as cool as these.)

On my way home I saw one of my close friends from elementary school and her mom. We haven't seen nor talked to each other since my debutante party when I turned 18. We chatted for a bit and it turns out she's already on her second job.

I joined my parents for dinner for the first time in years.

I told my mom about seeing my friend. She asks me if I asked my friend for her phone number. I said no, since she's my contact in both multiply and ym. Mom then starts a conversation with dad on how rude my generation is because we were raised by the Internet, and that we've forgotten proper human interaction.

I remembered why I liked eating dinner alone.

The thoughts I had last night never left me all day.

I was waiting for our driver to pick me up. Every time a car would turn the corner, I'd check to see if it was him. He was already half an hour late.

"No, no, not quite, no, looks similar but no, no, no..."

Ah, mass-manufacturing.

But even then, I could immediately tell they weren't ours. It took far longer to realize how I could tell the difference though.

The position of the antenna, how fast the car turned the corner, which lane it drove in... these were some I came up with, for some I still don't know how.

This annoyed me. Not the fact that I didn't know how; It was:

"I wish I didn't know my car this well. Then at least I'd have hope."

Hope.Crushed.Hope.Crushed.Hope.Crushed... with each passing car. Yeah, I think that's better than waiting knowing everything that passes is wrong.

Then I realized how my line of thought was easy bait for metaphors, and consequently felt sheepish. I'd still prefer the former, if the topic was life and not cars.