These last two nights are definitely sleepless nights. Except for being the perennial insomniac that I am, I really needed to finish paperworks.
The thing is these two sleepless nights gave me three great downloads accomplishments despite slow internet connection which only works quite okay from 12am to 3am.
One, I was able to download a pre-release version of Adobe Photoshop CS5. It's the latest Photoshop edition and promises loads of new features which I haven't had time to check out yet. Though, I'm a bit perplexed why it was named White Rabbit, its flash loader designed with charming and classic burnt yellow texture is one great start to expect really new great stuff in graphics editing.
Two, a Final Draft Scriptwriting software which comes handy since I need to finish a script by the end of the month for a documentary film about tobacco farmers in Ilocos. Hopefully, it will help me to make the work easier since I'm a real newbie in video scriptwriting.
Three, I was able to finally download the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother. I will be watching it later as all the speakers in the office where I have stayed for the past two nights were all not working.
Here's to two sleepless, download-galore nights. Want more. Hehe.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Come, sleep, come.
I can’t sleep. This isn’t really a new thing because I’ve been kind of insomniac ever since.
But, it does bother me when zits appear. Three zits in my eyebrow line and another one on my left cheek. Tiny ones they are but they still irritate me. I have this bad habit of touching my face every now and then and the fact that I can touch these zits in my face stresses me more than all these several days of nonstop bus rides.
The fact that I still can’t feel any sleepiness at this hour stresses me more. I have an early schedule tomorrow and I need to wake up at 6am for a two-hour travel and I feel like I might not wake up on time. I need to be on time so we can finish early and I can make it to another afternoon schedule which is another 4-hour bus ride.
See? This is what I’m saying. I hardly sleep and there’s a lot of travel which I need to do. Stress seems so regular these past days and I just can’t stand it!
Oh, sleep, come now please.
But, it does bother me when zits appear. Three zits in my eyebrow line and another one on my left cheek. Tiny ones they are but they still irritate me. I have this bad habit of touching my face every now and then and the fact that I can touch these zits in my face stresses me more than all these several days of nonstop bus rides.
The fact that I still can’t feel any sleepiness at this hour stresses me more. I have an early schedule tomorrow and I need to wake up at 6am for a two-hour travel and I feel like I might not wake up on time. I need to be on time so we can finish early and I can make it to another afternoon schedule which is another 4-hour bus ride.
See? This is what I’m saying. I hardly sleep and there’s a lot of travel which I need to do. Stress seems so regular these past days and I just can’t stand it!
Oh, sleep, come now please.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Not a Morning Person
I am not a very good morning person. I usually get up from bed with half-opened eyes and let cold water from the kitchen sink do the rest of the work. And when that isn't enough, a cigarette does just right.
So, this morning, when Buds woke me up at past 10:00, it didn't feel so right. I like waking up by myself then get up from bed after asking myself personal things just to make sure I have my sanity intact (I wouldn't want to get up from bed with a nutty head). When she woke me up that I have to get up since we have to go to the cemetery that morning, I had to jump from bed.
With eyes barely opened and hair all over my face, I went straight to the bathroom and pour water on myself.
Just kidding.
But, okay, I didn't have that much time to prepare myself for a morning bath. It was cold and I usually sit for a while and smoke a cigarette (Not that I would be able to do it at home. Rule is, never smoke a cigarette at home. Ever) or drink coffee before I take a bath.
I was actually in a half-asleep state while taking a bath. And when I finished taking a bath, everyone's aboard the car. I only had a few seconds to look at my face in the mirror and make sure there's not a smudge of toothpaste in it.
Anyway, I felt kind of guilty on the way to the cemetery that I should feel so grumpy. So, I tried to smile. The sun did the trick, anyway. It was too hot that when I started to sweat, the sleepiness was gone in no time.
My two sisters and I lighted four blue candles for our dead. I just don't know why my father bought blue candles for Lola Andrea, Lola Sintang, Lolo Quirin and Lola Pacia. Maybe, blue has something to do about remembering. Sad, melodramatic remembering.
But, still, I am not a morning person. And now, it's evening so I'm on a roll!
So, this morning, when Buds woke me up at past 10:00, it didn't feel so right. I like waking up by myself then get up from bed after asking myself personal things just to make sure I have my sanity intact (I wouldn't want to get up from bed with a nutty head). When she woke me up that I have to get up since we have to go to the cemetery that morning, I had to jump from bed.
With eyes barely opened and hair all over my face, I went straight to the bathroom and pour water on myself.
Just kidding.
But, okay, I didn't have that much time to prepare myself for a morning bath. It was cold and I usually sit for a while and smoke a cigarette (Not that I would be able to do it at home. Rule is, never smoke a cigarette at home. Ever) or drink coffee before I take a bath.
I was actually in a half-asleep state while taking a bath. And when I finished taking a bath, everyone's aboard the car. I only had a few seconds to look at my face in the mirror and make sure there's not a smudge of toothpaste in it.
Anyway, I felt kind of guilty on the way to the cemetery that I should feel so grumpy. So, I tried to smile. The sun did the trick, anyway. It was too hot that when I started to sweat, the sleepiness was gone in no time.
My two sisters and I lighted four blue candles for our dead. I just don't know why my father bought blue candles for Lola Andrea, Lola Sintang, Lolo Quirin and Lola Pacia. Maybe, blue has something to do about remembering. Sad, melodramatic remembering.
But, still, I am not a morning person. And now, it's evening so I'm on a roll!
Labels:
All Souls' Day,
morning,
visiting the dead,
waking up
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