wish i can draw

I'm pretty sure this is the case with every person..

as a kid, whenever I did anything--

homework, chores, whatever kids do--

I used to imagine myself being in a more exciting situation.

you know, imagination,

homework becomes the paperwork to become a member of a super hero league,
the trashcan becomes the home of an evil monster, and my trash bag becomes the bomb to destroy it.. 


as the years passed, this sense of imagination continued to linger to an extent--

it's a good thing, I think--

but instead of just applying it to anything,

I apply it to situations that need.. motivation.

that extra 30 seconds of running to finish the mile, that extra hour of studying I need, that pile of dishes that need cleaning..


sometimes I feel like I would like to put these imaginary situations into pictures.

kiehl's facial fuel - face wash

Decided to start taking care of my face.

Somebody recommended Kiehl's, and a Kiehl's shop happened to be in the neighborhood, so I stopped by.

The person working in the shop asked me if she can help me with anything, and I told her my situation.

I've never used anything on my face, and I was wondering what product I should start with.

She didn't seem to get it at first.

I had to clarify, "So, the only thing I put on my face is soap."

She recommended that I get a face wash first, so I listened.

My first facial care product.

once again, the ball is in Your court

As always, I have a hard time accepting Your choices.

But You never fail to show me the reason why.

I don't know where You're taking me with this right now,

but I have You, and You keep me stable.

Give me what is best for me, like You have always did.



..and that means something tremendously amazing is going to happen to trump the road not taken.

bow tie

Learned how to tie a bow tie.

I expected it to be difficult, but this was beyond what I imagined it to be.

Picture instructions to tying a bow tie seriously doesn't help.

Note that the first and the second pictures were taken around 2 hours apart.

coffee

There used to be a time when I thought that brewed coffee and Americano tasted pretty much the same, with difference being the preparation (like drip vs French press).

Oh, how I was wrong. 

Starting to think that it's worth buying an Americano from Starbucks even when there's an unlimited supply of brewed coffee in the office.

loafers

It seems I prefer loafers for work shoes. Whenever I stop by a shoe store and try shoes out, I end up liking loafers. Probably because I don't want to deal with the laces in the morning. 

I realized that my current loafers were really worn... mainly due to my negligence about shoe care. Goodness, one part of my shoe was about to have a hole. I honestly don't have any knowledge on how to take care of shoes... 

I was hoping to get brown shoes to diversity my shoe colors, but I guess I don't deserve such luxury yet. 

Anyways, I had to get a black loafer replacement. I remember walking past an Aldo store some point in the past and liking their shoes, so I went there. Ended up finding a loafer that looked similar to the loafers I currently have:

In the register, I was talked into buying these things called cedar shoe trees. The guy in the counter was a really good talker. Well, and I'm pretty gullible too.

I tried putting these shoe trees into my old shoes, and I realized that I should have had these sooner. It does seem effective in preserving the form of the shoes.

Old loafers with the shoe trees inside it:

Notice the worn out leather in the bottom area of the loafers..

I also realized that these shoes have names. You know, so you can find the same pair later. Why that wasn't obvious to me is a mystery. 

Oh goodness, I have a feeling my future self will laugh at my ignorance when he sees this.

woah.

So, I always knew that I have a bad memory,

but I can't help but wonder what happened during January 20 and March 13 of 2009.. 

I do remember sophomore year being pretty much my low point in college, but goodness, I don't remember writing about it..

I can only imagine that I might have had more days like this. I guess I should be thankful that my memory sucks.

Or wait, is this some kind of psychological defense mechanism of mine.. hmm..