They say, it’s best to start the day early. And I say to do that, one needs a good sleep.
And that sure is what happened today. Finally, after weeks of feeling sleep-deprived, I got my 7-hour sleep and it felt great waking up this morning.
Cut out the fact that I bought a damaged flash drive and I can say it has been really a great day.
And one thing that really rocks? I forgot to take my lunch but I was offered sandwiches later in the day and was exempted in spending another 60 pesos for lunch.
I finally found a way how to spend less. I should be congratulating myself for that even if it’s only a mere sixty pesos. Great things come from small things, right?
If my sister gets to read this, I can almost imagine her reaction: “Magbayad ka na, nakakapagtipid ka na pala.”
Great day, really.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Two Scenes on Valentine's Eve
Last night was an interesting mixture of a heartbreak story and unsisterly acts.
Heavy night, you might say.
Scene 1:
I don't know if it was a good thing but while all my neighbors must probably have been outside their house, snooping on the minutes of eardrum-breaking profanities of two girls, I chose to stare at the laptop screen while debating if I should look it up or continue editing a brochure layout.
So I stared hard and waited for them to shut up. It didn't for a long time. Not until after almost an hour. Yup, it was that long. There sure is a lot of hate between those two girls.
And then E arrived. By then, everything was very quiet.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, there were shrieks again. E, a self-confessed snoop, ran down the stairs and opened the gate with a bang. She ran back the stairs minutes later to tell me that she joined the rest of the our neighbors who were watching two sisters trying to kill each other. And she added that I was probably the only person in that area who wasn't there. That was probably her indirect way of telling me I missed some important news.
According to E, one sister has her whole dress ripped in parts, thanks to her drunk sister. So you might just have a picture now of what they actually did to each other to get to that point.
Scene 2:
Out of nicotine need, I and E decided to walk all the way to a midnight store somewhere near the highway. It was some 10 minutes walk. Being a phone addict that she is, she kept on talking to someone on the phone all the way to the store. With everything being so quiet, except for some slight interruption from tricycles and dogs, I felt like an intruder. Well, it wasn't intended, I was hearing everything she was saying on the phone and it seemed like she wasn't so interested in keeping her voice down.
When the call ended, she started to share her heartbreak, which I've already guessed earlier, thanks to my unintentional eavesdropping. The thing is, there was no Valentine's date for her. Her boyfriend of recent months suddenly found himself falling for someone else and of all days, he had to say it right at that day, right on Valentine's Day. Sweet.
Ah, life. Sometimes, Valentine's Day has to be so cruel.
Heavy night, you might say.
Scene 1:
I don't know if it was a good thing but while all my neighbors must probably have been outside their house, snooping on the minutes of eardrum-breaking profanities of two girls, I chose to stare at the laptop screen while debating if I should look it up or continue editing a brochure layout.
So I stared hard and waited for them to shut up. It didn't for a long time. Not until after almost an hour. Yup, it was that long. There sure is a lot of hate between those two girls.
And then E arrived. By then, everything was very quiet.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, there were shrieks again. E, a self-confessed snoop, ran down the stairs and opened the gate with a bang. She ran back the stairs minutes later to tell me that she joined the rest of the our neighbors who were watching two sisters trying to kill each other. And she added that I was probably the only person in that area who wasn't there. That was probably her indirect way of telling me I missed some important news.
According to E, one sister has her whole dress ripped in parts, thanks to her drunk sister. So you might just have a picture now of what they actually did to each other to get to that point.
Scene 2:
Out of nicotine need, I and E decided to walk all the way to a midnight store somewhere near the highway. It was some 10 minutes walk. Being a phone addict that she is, she kept on talking to someone on the phone all the way to the store. With everything being so quiet, except for some slight interruption from tricycles and dogs, I felt like an intruder. Well, it wasn't intended, I was hearing everything she was saying on the phone and it seemed like she wasn't so interested in keeping her voice down.
When the call ended, she started to share her heartbreak, which I've already guessed earlier, thanks to my unintentional eavesdropping. The thing is, there was no Valentine's date for her. Her boyfriend of recent months suddenly found himself falling for someone else and of all days, he had to say it right at that day, right on Valentine's Day. Sweet.
Ah, life. Sometimes, Valentine's Day has to be so cruel.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Better Days
It's not that this whole day was completely "badtrip". I started today really great, though I woke up early with just a few hours of sleep. I spent almost the whole afternoon with people who were really very nice.
It's just that I learned something and I got pissed off. There are people who avoid being caught up in a complicated situation. I know that feeling. But what I don't get is when people make excuses so they won't have to be there when it happens. And the more that I don't understand why people who should be more responsible will tolerate such attitude instead of encouraging the person to bravely face whatever are those circumstances and to try all his might to help out.
Now, I'm more pissed off. So, I'm just going to cut it right there and probably just watch TV or play Farm Frenzy.
Or maybe I'm just a little worried because I lost my cellphone yesterday and totally lost contact with some people I should be texting right now.
I'll have better days.
It's just that I learned something and I got pissed off. There are people who avoid being caught up in a complicated situation. I know that feeling. But what I don't get is when people make excuses so they won't have to be there when it happens. And the more that I don't understand why people who should be more responsible will tolerate such attitude instead of encouraging the person to bravely face whatever are those circumstances and to try all his might to help out.
Now, I'm more pissed off. So, I'm just going to cut it right there and probably just watch TV or play Farm Frenzy.
Or maybe I'm just a little worried because I lost my cellphone yesterday and totally lost contact with some people I should be texting right now.
I'll have better days.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
thirty-minute break
After several days of hardly ever having healthy conversations with some people, I finally took a full six-hour sleep last night. I woke up early to a great morning, never mind that it was forced since my cellphone's time is about two hours early.
I was able to wash the dishes with not much of a hurry and I managed to send messages that were not "business as usual" hoping I could cheer up the people I might have dragged into my monotonous self these past days.
Good thing last night, I was able to catch a good thirty minutes of inactivity at Robinson's while waiting for someone. I was able to relax a bit, think through things and realized that things were actually going great. Targets were met except for some slight changes but we managed. So in that mall lobby, I kissed goodbye any negative thoughts and smiled like I was just treated to a Coke float.
So, after all, 30 minutes are all I needed to rid of all those negative thoughts. And, except for reminding me how penniless I am, at least that mall has other things to remind me of: chill, ranix. chill.
I was able to wash the dishes with not much of a hurry and I managed to send messages that were not "business as usual" hoping I could cheer up the people I might have dragged into my monotonous self these past days.
Good thing last night, I was able to catch a good thirty minutes of inactivity at Robinson's while waiting for someone. I was able to relax a bit, think through things and realized that things were actually going great. Targets were met except for some slight changes but we managed. So in that mall lobby, I kissed goodbye any negative thoughts and smiled like I was just treated to a Coke float.
So, after all, 30 minutes are all I needed to rid of all those negative thoughts. And, except for reminding me how penniless I am, at least that mall has other things to remind me of: chill, ranix. chill.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Shattered Ego
The other night I saw how easily a person can drive another person to become violent. Or maybe, it is love that does that.
Either way, I came so close to losing my cool but maintained it and tried to make everyone calm. It was short of dressing myself up as a clown complete with the overboard lipstick and silly dance. But, should my attempt at trying to be funny in my words did not work, I might have tried that.
It was a good thing that after more than two hours, it became clear to everyone that walking, about three kilometers was better than getting ourselves worked up at the kitchen smoking our lungs out. That was one and a pack of Marlboro gone in two and half hours. Imagine how high our nicotine levels must have been at that time.
So we walked and laughed and talked about silly things. We took pictures at the bridge until my cellphone’s battery went dead. We walked until someone reminded us of the curfew time.
After finishing our empanada and C2, we headed back home at around 1am. Our feet ached and we were so sleepy, we went straight to bed when we arrived.
There were lessons learned that night. Hearts were broken and feelings were hurt. Maybe, it was more than about feelings; an ego was also shattered to pieces, in his own territory. Insults and threats were uttered. But, in the end, everyone managed to cool down afterwards. We all slept with clearer heads.
Hopefully, those lessons will remain; especially for that one person who broke one’s heart and ego. Oh, well, just as he puts it: “Magba-valentine’s pa naman.”
Either way, I came so close to losing my cool but maintained it and tried to make everyone calm. It was short of dressing myself up as a clown complete with the overboard lipstick and silly dance. But, should my attempt at trying to be funny in my words did not work, I might have tried that.
It was a good thing that after more than two hours, it became clear to everyone that walking, about three kilometers was better than getting ourselves worked up at the kitchen smoking our lungs out. That was one and a pack of Marlboro gone in two and half hours. Imagine how high our nicotine levels must have been at that time.
So we walked and laughed and talked about silly things. We took pictures at the bridge until my cellphone’s battery went dead. We walked until someone reminded us of the curfew time.
After finishing our empanada and C2, we headed back home at around 1am. Our feet ached and we were so sleepy, we went straight to bed when we arrived.
There were lessons learned that night. Hearts were broken and feelings were hurt. Maybe, it was more than about feelings; an ego was also shattered to pieces, in his own territory. Insults and threats were uttered. But, in the end, everyone managed to cool down afterwards. We all slept with clearer heads.
Hopefully, those lessons will remain; especially for that one person who broke one’s heart and ego. Oh, well, just as he puts it: “Magba-valentine’s pa naman.”
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Of Tylenol and Forgetfulness
Okay, I'm going to blame it to days of not having enough sleep. That and a one-year Tylenol medication.
Haha.
I lost my flash drive again. This must be like the fourth time I lost a flash drive.
Grabe. Grrr.
That flash drive contained stuff that are really important such as poems, short stories (of which I've just wrote recently)layout designs and reports. Out of rush, I forgot to put in my purse and when I realized I wasn't able to, it was too late; the flash drive was gone and so are all the personal files I have in it.
Of course, a workmate pointed out to me that there's nothing new about me losing stuff because of my absent-mindedness. Thanks to a one-year addiction to Tylenol. I've taken these medicines because of my migraine and though I already stopped taking them, the side effects would have to account for my frequent absent-mindedness. Stubbornness did. I already knew that Tylenol is already banned because of its side effects, I still took it.
It's crazy really because since yesterday, I've been like: "I need to finish a report. But, no, the files I needed were all in my flash drive.", "I'm going to upload pictures in my Facebook account, but, wait, I can't. Those were all in my lost flash drive."
Everything I need to do seems like to depend upon that lost flash drive. Ah, technology!
But, still, ranting about it on this blog wouldn't help in anyway. I've lost the flash drive and that means, I have to start all over again. And starting all over again means more sleepless days. And more sleepless days means becoming more forgetful.
Argh, I just hope, I won't forget my name despite the busy schedule. If that happens, that'll be more than I can handle.
Haha.
Haha.
I lost my flash drive again. This must be like the fourth time I lost a flash drive.
Grabe. Grrr.
That flash drive contained stuff that are really important such as poems, short stories (of which I've just wrote recently)layout designs and reports. Out of rush, I forgot to put in my purse and when I realized I wasn't able to, it was too late; the flash drive was gone and so are all the personal files I have in it.
Of course, a workmate pointed out to me that there's nothing new about me losing stuff because of my absent-mindedness. Thanks to a one-year addiction to Tylenol. I've taken these medicines because of my migraine and though I already stopped taking them, the side effects would have to account for my frequent absent-mindedness. Stubbornness did. I already knew that Tylenol is already banned because of its side effects, I still took it.
It's crazy really because since yesterday, I've been like: "I need to finish a report. But, no, the files I needed were all in my flash drive.", "I'm going to upload pictures in my Facebook account, but, wait, I can't. Those were all in my lost flash drive."
Everything I need to do seems like to depend upon that lost flash drive. Ah, technology!
But, still, ranting about it on this blog wouldn't help in anyway. I've lost the flash drive and that means, I have to start all over again. And starting all over again means more sleepless days. And more sleepless days means becoming more forgetful.
Argh, I just hope, I won't forget my name despite the busy schedule. If that happens, that'll be more than I can handle.
Haha.
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