#15minuteexercise

here we go again. 15 minutes of nonstop free writing. i was thinking of something to write about earlier this morning but i forgot what it was. so i’m just gonna make anything up and hopefully i’ll come up with something not too random. so masterclass... i was watching a masterclass by bobbi brown earlier and it was really insightful. i am not into makeup that much but luckily for me, her classes were just about the basics and i really enjoyed watching it. most of the stuff she recommends are in my dresser so i just really need to practice. also, for someone who works in the makeup industry she’s really minimalistic when it comes to her face. oh my. i stopped. i lost my train of thought. anyway... i think i still have 10 classes to watch to finish all of it. i’m never gonna change the way i look (unless if i get plastic surgery which i’m not gonna do. duh.) but i can change the way i see myself. it’s all about accepting and embracing your flaws because they’re a part of who you are. even scars have their own story which makes us unique. so no matter what shade of foundation or tinted moisturizer is perfect for my skin, i must first learn to love myself--flaws and all. because no matter how expensive the makeup or how celebrated the makeup artist will work on your face, if you don’t love yourself, you will never be contented with what you see in the mirror when you look into it. i’m not sure how much time is left i’m hoping there isn’t a lot because i’m running out of things to say. writing without thinking, i mean, pausing to think is very difficult. or am i doing this free writing wrong? so after the basics masterclasses for face, eyes, and lips, next was makeup for work which i didn’t get to finish because someone came to our apartment to check the airconditioning so i paused it. what i didn’t know was after a certain amount of time, the cast will spontaneously disconnect and so when i returned to the living room, it had already disconnected. i’m really hoping there isn’t much time anymore because  I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY. i’ll probably think of something tonight or anytime tomorrow before i start free writing again for my 15minute exercise tomorrow--

FREE WRITING FOR 15 MINUTES?! I shouldn’t stop to think or read. Scratch that--OVERTHINK--is more like it. Anyway, the past weekend was only a bit productive. I was hoping to catch up on my reading but was feeling exhausted. I overslept Saturday morning, went back to bed after lunch; husband found me scrolling through my phone at 4PM and was very displeased since he was expecting me to be doing something productive or at least a bit of quality time with myself. So I got up and did a bit of cleaning which turned into LOADS of arranging and rearranging stuff but the goal was to keep everything tidy to give a semblance of peace and order in our home and also to avoid further distractions. But the weekend came and went and I had not completed any task I set for myself. Oh no! I stopped to think! Oh well.. where was I... So today’s Monday and I’m talking to myself, reprimanding myself to gather my wits around me and actually do something productive so this is my attempt at that. I also just realized I should make a tumblr account where I can post this. I mean, stuff like this-- “content” but not serious at all just a place where I can house my thoughts. I’m not big on getting a huge following, just so I will be motivated to open my laptop, get acquainted with it, maybe follow inspirational accounts--or not--and who knows I might get inspired or be inspired rather to create more stuff. I stopped again oh my! Anyway, when the juices start flowing naturally who knows I might be able to produce quality work OR pick out quality stuff from the bunch of crap I’m writing like this one. So far, no gems yet, hidden or otherwise. I hope I make time though. I can’t keep making motherhood as an excuse why I can’t get anything done. Well, it’s partly true but there are 5-6hours at night when hussy arrives and I still don’t get anything done. Sometimes I catch up on rest... not sleeping but just laying in bed not doing anything. Oh no, baby’s crying. Got to go. There’s still a bit of time left in my clock but PRIORITIES!