July 12th & 13th, 2021 – Listening to TWICE’s Alcohol-Free.
To be honest, I’ve never been on a really bad vacation. Of course there were moments I absolutely hated during vacations, but they didn’t instantly mean I despised the vacation itself. There are always good and bad parts of certain things.
I hate getting on and off a bus, though I am fine with the bus ride itself. I wish I could just teleport in and out the bus without having to climb the stair, knocking over seats and people and wondering where to sit — all the while dragging a heavy bag and making sure my head doesn’t bump the roof. I also dislike aisle seat because I don’t know where to look for the rest of the ride. Should I face front? Should I watch the TV? Should I look at the window even though I have to risk meeting eyes with the person who sits beside me? Or maybe I should just look down on my lap and make up my own TV show inside my head.
My best (and also most favourite) vacation memory gotta be my second trip to Bali. The first time I went to Bali was for school trips. Because it’s a schedule-packed trip to Surabaya and Bali, with hundreds of students, the experience was more exhausting than refreshing for me. It almost felt like a prolonged P.E. class, only with more travels and bus seats for resting instead of wooden chairs. The crossing to Bali from Java island using ferry ship was also uncomfortable because it’s done in the middle of the night when we’re all tired and greasy from days not taking a proper bath. Even after we arrived in Bali, it still took us a day to reach the hotel (due to hectic schedule).
July 8th & 9th, 2021 – Listening to Park Yun Seo’s The King.
I don’t have anything that comes up to my mind. It’s not that I don’t have any fond memories from my childhood, it’s more like I don’t remember the exact time those memories actually took place. I didn’t compartmentalize my memories by season or month, so it’s hard for me to recall them. It doesn’t help that summer literally doesn’t exist where I live. So when you ask me about “summer memories”, chances are I can’t remember any since my memories are not associated with summer.
July 7th, 2021 – Listening to keshi’s less of you.
Back when I was a child, Grandmother had a small wooden cottage where she stored firewood. The cottage was located on a land filled with teak trees. I spent most of my childhood years there, not only during the holiday but also after I went back from school. In that cottage, there was also a modest swing created from car’s tire. I played house there, collecting young leaves and pretending to cook soup for my nephew. Sometimes I also borrowed Grandmother’s firewood to build a small tent. Never worked, but I kept trying anyway.
July 5th-6th, 2021 – Listening to Official 髭男dism’s Hello.
I sleep more during the summer. As I have less things to do and no specific schedule to follow, my body becomes a lot more lethargic. On the usual basis I already spend so much time under the blanket, watching TV shows and reading webtoon, but during the summer the frequency is beyond unhealthy. Even when I have enough night sleep, I still somehow end up taking three or four hours daytime nap. And if I don’t sleep, I crave food. Chocolate, salty snacks, even full course meal if it’s possible. These are the habits I really want to change.
I have nothing, to be honest. I am done with this semester. I have no organization’s obligations. No remedial. No mid-year report. Nothing. I am completely free to do whatever I want to do this summer.
If I have to admit, it’s actually a strange feeling. Since attending college, there are usually one or two deadlines I have to finish during the summer, whether it’s for academic or organization. But I retired from my organization last year and now that the academic year is over, my hands feel empty. Of course I have all those personal projects, but it’s not urgent and it’s certainly not something I have to finish during the semester. They’re long-term project after all.
Fortunately, I am free of any school obligations this summer. The semester has already ended (or officially end by next Wednesday), and I have no remedial or make up test to attend to. I also don’t have a job yet, so whatever I am going to do this summer, it’s purely because I want to do it.
I know that many of you probably still have a lot works to be done during the summer, so I hope you manage to finish them as best as you could. My own younger sister will start high school in the middle of July too (she’s already mourning the approaching end of her holiday) and many of my friends right now are completing their undergraduate thesis (I strongly wish for their success–listening to their stories this semester make me nervous too).
As cliche as it might sound, my only goal for this summer to be productivily happy–or happily productive. I have projects and activities I want to do, but I know from experience that I tend to overwhelm myself and end up in burn out. Which is totally unproductive. And most importantly, totally unhappy.
Since I already pick up this Summer Studying Challenge by myhoneststudyblr, I know that at least my blog is going to be much more productive this month. I also received the acceptance notice from one volunteering organization I’ve applied for yesterday, so I already have at least two projects on-going. We got our job distributions this morning and the volunteering activity starts tomorrow. I’m excited!
July 1st, 2021 – Listening to James Arthur & Anne-Marie’s “Rewrite The Stars”
Today is the unofficial start of my holiday. Unofficial, because based on the academic calendar, holiday starts on July 7th, which is next week. Unofficial, because today becomes my first day of holiday after I finally submitted my last final assignment last night.
After more than a year doing online classes and staying at home literally 24/7 at least 6 days out of 7 (because I have no social life that way), even the introvert side of me begins to feel tired too. I rarely contact my friends during exam season and no one live close enough to hang out safely, so I miss them a lot. We only have one class together this semester and since I am half a year later than them academically, I probably won’t be able to meet them in class next semester. Talking about a lone wolf, right?