Blue, Poodle (1.9 y/o), Little Italy Dog Park ▪ “He’s an avid bird chaser. One time I had to run across the other side of the beach because he got distracted by a bird.”

[Dogumented 3.25.19]

Zayn on Twitter - 03/25

He always spots the camera

"Finding Interest"

I love colors, reflections in glass, and discovering new things/places.😍I hate saying "good-bye".☹(3.25.19)

HIRED

2 months na bakasyon, now back to work si ate mo ghuuurl.

So yeah, kanina nga nag-undergo ako for a series of interview, pero before ako nagpunta nakaset na talaga utak ko na wala akong aasahan na kahit ano today, yes pinagpray ko at naniniwala ako na pag para sakin, para sakin talaga.

Kanina nasa conference room ako ng office kabado ako yes, kasi hindi naman ordinaryong tao mga kakausapin ko, HR at Presidente/ceo lang naman ng kumpanya na yun yung haharapin ko at yung kumpanyang yun eh hindi ordinaryong kumpanya kasi international yun at halos bago palang sa Pilipinas yun at mataas ang standards nila sigurado kasi ganun naman talaga ang need sa fnb industry.

Sabi ko before sa sarili ko, laylo muna ko sa operational work, kasi aaminin ko sobrang nakastress talaga, lalo na kung manager ka ng isang restaurant at kung anu-anong klase ng customers maeecounter mo araw-araw, yan yung struggle ko halos, at narealize ko na mahirap talaga maging leader/manager, pero wala eh, linya ko talaga yung Food and Beverage Industry, kaya tuloy ang laban haha

Kanina nung interview ko, inenjoy ko nalang, di ako nagexpect pero binigay sakin yung position, now I am hired as Asssistant Supervisor, sa isang international milktea brand na first in the PH, na kahit ako di ko pa natatry kaya nagbabackground check ako sa internet, nanunuod ng mga international vlogs and reviews para atleast may idea ako, tbh first offer talaga sakin eh Supervisor pero kasi diko muna sya inaccept baka kasi maculture shock ako at mahirapan mag-adjust, sakin kasi okay naman ako sa supervisory level at ayokong itaas agad yung position lalo na't gusto ko muna pag-aralan yung proseso.

Basta ang ganda ng nangyari ngayong araw, Thank you Lord. ❤️

I WAS IN THE PRESENCE OF ARIN HANSON TONIGHT AND HE SMILED AT ME AND MY MARBLES WERE GONE

Niall via Instagram Story, 3.25.19

vegas, baby!

One of the guys I work with found out I hadn't been eating lunch for the last month or 2 because I've been really stressed and just couldn't find time to make healthy meals. He came up to me today with 2 containers. One for me and one for him. Hes got a daughter my age who I remind him of and he says he'd always want her to make the healthy choice even if he has to with her. 🖤

In the future

He doesn’t like you

That’s a fact

Not a pleasant one

But true.

It sucks

It hurts

But one day

Someone will

And this boy

Who didn’t like you now

Will not compare to the man

Who will love you

In the future

Spring Run, 3/24/19

I stepped out into the evening - a mix of cool with the hint of warmth that hangs at the end of the day. The sky was overcast, darker clouds looming in the distance as if rain were almost knocking on your door but was still coming up the porch steps. I started my running app and stepped off my porch. I was nervous to be jogging by myself, afraid that every car that passed would judge my plus-sized body in a frumpy t-shirt and shorts for running. I know I give the occasional glance at runners along the street, and most of them do not look like me.

But I had said I would go, and so here I was. The first minute was easy, then the second minute, and the third. I didn’t listen to music, as I usually prefer not to on runs. I like to take in what’s around me, especially during spring when the landscape is coming alive and changing daily. When headphones are in, that’s all I’m focused on, and I notice I get more anxious the more I’m unplugged from my surroundings and my body.

There is a pre-rain smell in the air, mixed with the new warmth of spring. I noticed the buds forming on the trees, the crocuses coming up from flower beds, and the daffodils on the verge of blooming. When I turn onto a parallel street to my house, I notice a white car pulling into a driveway ahead of me. A middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and thick black-framed glasses is appearing from the passenger side, arms full of McDonald’s, and he’s staring intently at me. A smile spreads across his face. I smile and nod, expecting that to be the end of my interaction, as a woman steps out of the driver’s side.

“You’re running!” He exclaims, and I know immediately from his speech impediment that he has a disability. He reminds me of my uncle, who is mentally maybe 13 years old, but physically over 60. But his enthusiasm throws me, and I burst into a smile.

“I’m trying!” I say back through heavy breathing. He keeps smiling and repeats, “Wow, you’re running! Way to go!” He looks so proud of me.

I look over at the person who was driving the car, and I can tell she was watching at how I would take this interaction. She doesn’t smile at me, but her features soften, relieved I respond the way I do. 

The street I’m on is curving slowly upward and running is becoming harder, my pace slowing down. But mentally, I’m not thinking about that. I’m not thinking about how heavy my legs feel or how sore my calves are. I keep going back to the random stranger who was so happy that I was running. I had been so worried and self-conscious, and it was like God knew I needed his enthusiasm.

When I walked in the front door, my husband said I smelled like I had been working out outside: the smell of fresh air clinging to sweaty skin and damp hair. The smell I try to hold on to every time it happens. Laying in bed last night, I was so happy I went on that run that I started crying. I was so uplifted from the random kindness of that man, by the beautiful weather, by the positivity of everyone I ran past, by the signs of spring around every corner. 

And now I can’t wait to get back out and run again.

for once I feel like I can talk to her about it but the ONE time that I feel like I can talk about my issues, she’s talking about her’s and she never really does that so I have to support her I can’t make it about me I have to be there for her I have to support her this isn’t about me it’s about her

When considering objects in my local environment that embody the Renaissance style of design, one that is blocky and stable and built to last, I immediately thought of my childhood upright piano, one I grew up around for years. Similar to the one in the picture (actual photos not existing), my family piano is made of a glossy black wood with very subtle, minimal gold accents. The actual frame doesn't have much in the way of embellishments, the housing and lid all being very sleek and lacking significant bevels or woodwork that would make it extravagant. This piano is simply blocky, and as an expensive instrument that is a known investment for anyone on the market, it is built to last and exist in different spaces without coming off as clashy or loud. These broad, simple design choices are akin to the style of the Renaissance, where architecture and craftsmanship begins to reflect both urban development and the need for an aesthetic and the growing wealth and stability of the working class.

after all the the shit i’ve been through this year, you’re a godsend. countless failed loves and you come to sweep me off my feet. you’re an angel, so beautiful, understanding. i want to spend my life with you.

Not that I’ll actually do this, but like -

I’ve mentioned this presentation/report thing for my psych class right? If not, I’ve gotta write a 6-10 page report and give a minimum 10 minute presentation to the class on my chosen topic, which for me is ADHD.

So I just had this thought where like -

What if I suddenly switched my topic and did it on LGBT+/asexuality stuff or something? And the teacher would ask why I chose this topic (they’ve asked everyone that so far, unless the presenter shared in their presentation how their topic affects them directly, ie they have panic attacks and anxiety and their presentation was on anxiety, their family member comited suicide due to PTSD, etc) and I would say that ‘yeah uh you mentioned in class at one point that uh sex was a (universal?) human need and to not have that need was rare, but surprise surprise I’ve got that. I’m asexual and that’s the word for it, as explained by this presentation here. I’ve one-up-ed you, as they say’

Idk the thought seemed funny to me at first