The Product of Laziness (Or Lack Thereof)

So hello. If you thought I forgot about this little corner, no, I haven't. Things have been happening and it made me too tired (or lazy) to write. I do get spurts of adrenaline and inspiration when I read other people's blogs, but with my too short attention span, anything can get in the way. A mind reboot is needed. My head must be filled with all kinds of thought-bugs that slowly eat away whats left of my creativity and eagerness to write. I mean, why do I find it so hard to write about what's been happening to my life, when it's the easiest topic there is. I was  doing pretty good during the start of the year with all these personal resolutions and shiznazz. My training must be draining all my energy.

It's fairly obvious that I haven't updated my Project 52 for the past three (?) weeks. Fear not, I have the pictures stored in Cosmo's memory card. My only problem is the content that has to go along with it. If my memory fails me, then a cluster of Project 52 posts, including week 10, might just present itself to you on Thursday, my off-day for the week. It's starting to become an obligation instead of a motivation to write and to keep on doing what I want. Well, hello there near-quitter. And here are the other things that are raping my life right now.

Frak you February. I hate what your month-ender. What happened came a surprise, considering that I was just about to enjoy the company of other people I was working with. You also made me quite sick than I've ever been. I've had bouts of hyperacidity, flu and fever during your second-half. March, dear, please make up for all the crapfest February put me through.

Well, I figured this would be a short post. Just thought on updating you why I am not around much these days. The best place to look for me is the PC Forums, and my e-mail.

Project 52: I Would Kill to Have Time for Sleep

6/52

I've been doing half-assed works lately. Even this 6th week's picture is taken randomly. I'm aware that it's not a healthy thing to do, but there's a whole reason behind this half-assed-ness. In my 30 days as a trainee, I've come across all kinds of sleeping and metabolic troubles. I found out I have a nasty hyper-acidity that attacks at the most unconventional of hours. I don't know if I should eat (because I'm hungry) or not eat (because I feel bloated). Meh, too much for being in this profession. I hate sleeping during the day. My body is used to being asleep during the night and being up during the day. You get what I mean. It has been that way for 20 years now. I'm having difficulties adjusting to these random shifts.

I'm smacking myself in the head for these short posts. I feel I have so much to say about what's happening to my life right now, but this inborn laziness is such a drag. I can't figure out how to write the events that are changing my routines and taking away my circadian rhythm from me. Short attention span is what I have. Maybe that's why I write like this. I ask myself how do all these bloggers elaborate their lives in these long-ass posts while I'm sitting still trying to contemplate on how to tell you more about me. 

I'm learning. That's the important thing now. I'm learning and I'm meeting new kinds of people and I'm figuring out how to fit in my new life here. All is well. 

I'm writing this just for the sake of posting something. Isn't that sad?

Project 52: The Grown-up Theorem

5/52

My good friend Yvette and I routinely indulge in conversing about our adult lives. Though we don't have much time to be random with each other, we still find time to fit our conversations into 140 character replies, thanks to Twitter. I'm 9 months out off college. I have an on-going training. I live in the province, in which the pros outweighs the cons (the only con I could think of is being not able to go to malls and get fat with greasy food). And I am quite satisfied with the life I'm having right now.

We still can't believe the fact we are adults now.

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I know I have stubby toes and ugly feet. I had the sudden courage to show them up-close to the judgmental people of the intarwebz. Haters gonna hate.

Books in the picture: In The Floyd Archives: A Psycho-Bestiary by Sarah Boxer and Love is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield which are incidentally the books I finished reading this week. 

Project 52: Correspondances

4/52

The end of January is here. This month has been great so far. Many things happened and I learned a lot of lessons as well, profession-wise. On the darker side of things, I also foresaw some conflicts that might arise next month. Let us not dwell on the negative matters. 

This week, it has all been about postcard, mail and parcels. I have many swaps and tags on queue since December and I've been waiting for them to arrive since the start of the month. Add to that the packages I was expecting from Moo.com (which is a prize from the Postcrossing forum lottery) and Book Depository. I feel stupid whenever I look back at myself a few weeks ago. I was making rounds, walking about our compound, secretly waiting for the mailman to arrive. I was impatient, also disregarding the unfortunate truth that international mail arrives at least 2-3 weeks after. Things come, when you least expect it. True enough for me, our house was flooded with mail the next week. 

If you ask me how many postcards and letters I've sent this month alone, I'll answer you with I didn't keep count. But if you really want to know, it's an estimate of between 35-50, 3 of which are letters. It is becoming quite an addiction. My grandparents are making it a topic at any conversation they're in, and starts with "We don't know why Pauline is receiving these postcards, and mind you, they're from different countries...". Even our mailman is boggled at the amount of mail that's arriving for one person. He must be thinking, wow this kid should get a life. The short-haired woman at the post office knows my face and whips out the latest philatelic stamps they have on-hand when I knock on their window. How neat (but at the same time unbelievable) is that? I think they (people from the post office included) should've figured out by now that I'm a postcard-slash-stamp collector. 

And this Monday, I'm going to the post office to drop another batch of postcards bound to Czech Republic, USA, and Netherlands.