The most annoying person in the world

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If you’re not aware, it would be none other than my brother.

He annoys me to death. Literally! I can not count the times he would tickle me until I cry because I am actually running out of breath, or the times he would startle me into a heart attack. I would get back at him the best way I could.

I believe it was a contest of who was more annoying most of the time. This was years ago though, and we were just being young, and irritatingly playful (although I am not sure about my choice of words).

Now that we’ve gotten a little older, you think we would’ve matured. But no, we still try to get the last laugh.

Oddly enough, I do want it to last. I’m sure I’m not the only one who can attest that teasing each other is one of the many terms of endearment siblings have for each other.

July 31, 2015

Day 162 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE

In reality

Today I went out on a date. This is not a “coming straight from a movie” date, or guy. Do not hope for a love story to come out of this, because it is not. This is merely my observation of the truth. This is life.

I am not going to divulge information that may end up biting me in my digital butt, since we live in this lovely technology-driven world now.

I met this guy, we went out, had lunch, went to a public show of some type, had an early dinner, then went our ways.

In the first 30 minutes of the date, I think I already knew in the back of my head, I learned there isn’t going to be a second date. I keep giving it a chance, trying to find something that will change my mind. But it never came, I never did. It wasn’t something he said, or did, or did not say or do. I just know, and that is it.

July 24, 2015

Day 155 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE

P.S. There is a good chance someone in my family or close to my family is reading this. You know who you are. Fair warning, you are free to read. But do not, I repeat, DO NOT discuss or show its contents, not just this particular entry but the entire blog, to the parents. Else I will make you pay.

P.P.S. My warning is not to be taken lightly.

Aiming for forgiveness

I am apologizing to myself for letting it go this long without writing. All because I’m being lazy. As days pass, I forget what they were about, what I did, or how I felt. The memories, they faded with time. But the impressions they made never left. The days I actually wanted to write, but couldn’t; The days I wanted to write about, but wasn’t able to; The days I could’ve written, but didn’t – I always think of them.

Project effervescence was all about inspiring myself to write more. And in the beginning, it served its purpose. But day became night, and night became day, things happen, I lose control, or I lose interest, and suddenly it somehow feels like homework, like something I have to do, a chore. It didn’t feel quite as good. Sometimes, I feel lazy. Sometimes, I just don’t want to do it. You can not fail if you do not start. You can not criticize if there is nothing to criticize.

So, note to myself, I am sorry I let you down. I let myself get in the way of what I set for you to do. Thus, I have to make it up to you. I am going to finish this project. I can no longer write about all the days I’ve missed. But I will find a way to fill the gap. And, moving forward, I will write when I can until the 365th day of the year.

Facials and cancelled plans

I cancelled two plans I had today to get my facial. One was a date, which I’ll tell you about next time. One was book club, but I didn’t even read the book, so all is well. Then again, no one ever reads the book. So really, I just missed this episode’s gossip.

Also, FYI, I don’t usually get facials but now I get what pampering one’s self really means. I actually won’t mind getting facials now and then. It feels good.

July 19, 2015

Day 150 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE

July 18, 2015

If it makes any difference, and I know it doesn’t, I’m writing about July 18, 2015 which I know nothing about. In my planner, I wrote “Rosemont fashion outlet.” I am assuming I went there. It’s the only logical explanation. But I really have no clue what I did there, honestly. So I will just leave it at that.

Just so you know, I know that this entry is a waste of everything.

July 18, 2015

Day 149 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE

Uninspired

Sometimes you have to actively look for inspiration, sometimes inspiration happens to find you.

What happens if you don’t cross paths? A project you set out to do with the intentions of completing it but ending up a failure.

Like this project. It is October, and still I’m writing about July. I’m not even writing about July technically because the days have gone by, and I can’t really make up for that. All I can do is write and put July’s date.

I started this project because I was feeling inspired about trying to find inspiration. In the beginning it seemed enough. It turns out, I need more. I don’t really know what it is I’m searching for. Most of the time, I just attribute my lack of inspiration to laziness. But I know that’s not true. Everyday I come up with something to write about in my head, although merely to fill in the gaps that I would need to in order to get back on track. I chose not to.

Or maybe I’m just saying all these so I can have something to write about. Who knows.

July 17, 2015

Day 148 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE

The Time I… had awful haircuts

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Just look for the girl with the worst hair cut, that would be me.

My parents insist on always cutting my hair no matter how much I protest. It’s not like I was in kindergarten, or 1st grade that I wouldn’t really be worrying about it. I was old enough to feel embarrassed. I remember I always cried right before, during, and all after said haircuts. No, it’s not a one-time deal. They will cut my hair in several occasions. I guess that’s why I always had my hair long after a certain age. I never cut it short because of the trauma.

Once, since a certain age. Only once did I cut my hair short again. It was the time I moved out of the country. I don’t know why. It’s that weird things girls do after break-ups. They do something drastically different to their hair. It’s a defense mechanism, I guess.

July 16, 2015

Day 147 of PROJECT EFFERVESCENCE