Some outfit thing with flowers.

In lieu of my recent Gloomsville posts, I have decided to publish this bright, cheery, colorful, totes-way-opposite-of-how-I've-been-feeling-lately outfit from last month, because we all need some obnoxious saturation amidst rainclouds in our lives.

(But, let's face it, I prolly only felt like posting this because I was recently semi-submerged in the ~*~blogging~*~ scene again. It was for ~*~work~*~ I promise!!!)

I took an unofficial (?!? wat) hiatus from outfit blogging in the past few months because I seriously could not be bothered to document my outfits. That's really it. Besides ~*~real life~*~ making me lazy to even produce a proper outfit, the heat the past two months was HORRIBRU and I wasn't up to subjecting myself to becoming a molten puddle of sweat just to take pictures (or videos) of myself. Documentation of this outfit was even done by my dad (thanks Papa!). What'd I tell you about C A N N O T B E B O T H E R E D

Mich Dulce x Bench headband | Vintage top | Jellybean dress | from Hong Kong shoes

What is up with all the peace signs though. Spread the love. Spread the peace. Spread the zen. Peace out.

Lately I've found myself re-visiting my childhood again. I don't mean taking another trip down memory lane (which, trust me, I do much more often than what is considered a healthy amount), I mean actually physically re-visiting places from my childhood.

It's the strangest feeling, going back to someplace that holds so many memories. In my case I've had to re-visit a location from my childhood, and you can just imagine how curious it was to be visiting for work purposes. I was hit with so much nostalgia that it was painful. It hurt. A lot.

I mean, I remember going to that place a lot when I was a kid. I remember having my ID picture taken in that one picture shop, and having donuts with my mom in the donut place right next to it. I remember always having a hotdog stick from the hotdog stand outside the now non-existent video rental place. I remember going to the supermarket and pushing those mini carts, and those times I'd rush to National Bookstore with my parents because I forgot to get something for school. I remember that in-mall amusement park arcade place, and the toy store outside that I would frequent. I remember watching Mulan for the first time in that movie theater. I remember having breakfast at Jollibee before what I believe was my ACET, but may easily be my UPCAT.

I remember visiting that computer shop to mooch internet a lot, and how the last time I was in the area (at least before these recent visits) was when I was a college freshman. A COLLEGE FRESHMAN. And now there I was, making a visit for work.

It felt so surreal, and also very sad. But maybe it was only sad because of my own feelings getting in the way, as they have been fogging my perception of things lately.

I hardly know what's going on with me anymore.

Hello. I am 22 years old now, and have been for over two weeks. My birthday was great and intimate and lovely.

I secretly have work to do, and I haven't done it, and I have to get up early tomorrow, but I'm still procrastinating like I usually do. I don't really know what to talk about -- I mean I have epic backlog, but I'm currently on another computer right now so access to my files is limited as of this post.

I've been in a really weird and emotional place for the past month or so. I feel like I've been nurturing so much negativity lately that I haven't been able to really enjoy life to the fullest, as cheesy as that sounds. It's not that I'm being ungrateful or anything, because I am definitely, definitely blessed and have SO many things to be grateful for, but I've been holding in so much resentment that there seems to be a perpetual thorn on my side. It's like #THESISIT... only this time it's so toxic that #THESISIT is already heaven-sent.

I'm happy, and okay, I wouldn't necessarily say I'm sad, but I've been generally very unhappy about a particular aspect of my life, and it has been consuming me.

I know where the root of all this negativity stems from, but it's not something I can cut off so easily. It's a part of ~*~growing up~*~ that I need to deal with, but I really cannot wait to be rid of this weight on my shoulders already.

Maybe I'm in the process of finding myself. Whatever it is, I want a revamp.