never-ending
Its 12.18am
cramps have been killing me the whole entire day
feel like I need 5 days to not move and recover from this
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On rare occasions when I do return home, I’m reminded of my youth and particularly my dreams
My room is an experimental bed of dreams and full of all my handmade items that I kept.
The little plank of wood with nails as legs (not my proudest work), all my concrete study models (which i kept!), my ceiling pendant (which reminds me of my courage and creativity, but at the same time, the rawness of it all, reflected my mistakes and it’s imperfections, and most evidently my procrastination haha)
In my uni days, I tried to start a light shop
Not sure why lights too haha, just started with it, and it was called the light experiment (lol)
Unknowingly (or stupidly), paid for the subscription on shopify for a year and did nth with it haha
i still ~~ cringe ~~ at the name hahaha
I couldn’t have fulfilled any orders since I was busy surviving archi school
Closed the shop and went ahead to freelance for diagrams instead since its less time consuming, and it was good money to pay for my hostel
Recently the dream is back, or maybe it never left
(plus, I had more time to think about life after my exams haha)
maybe i shld name it seoseo shop / seoseo store / small home objects (but c felt that it was too common and more importantly – forgettable hahaha)
im itching to make some stuff and cant wait to get started, that is, when I do have the capacity for it
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Maybe its the age, but I am unable to OT any longer, and also it feels like I’m drowning in work
My brain, consistently pumped and drained during my work hours
After work, I could only think of what to eat hahaha
and nth else
I require 8 hrs of sleep everyday, or 7? depending on the amount of sleep on the weekend
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ok time for bed
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