Short-Cuts to Everyday Life, Volume I

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The Getting Up and Getting Ready for Work Edition:

Lately, it seems that the weeks turned into months and a chunk of my life just got sucked into the blackhole and I am left to being awed and feeling stupid. Because in retrospect, I could’ve done more with my life. Case in point: Last week, I could’ve eaten that Dairy Queen Oreo Blizzard instead of convincing myself by lying to my own face that I don’t need ice-cream, it’s just a whimsical hunger pang. And dammit, I need to save!

Only to find myself buying a large-sized milk tea, which is more expensive than the ice-cream. Ha! Who’s crazy now?

before leaving for work
Shortcuts? Hooray! Let’s work on this!

As an ode to a maximized life and not feel as if I’m running after a train which just started to leave, I took notice of the little things and here are what I found:

  1. Shower time – Scrub at night, just before you go to bed. That way, when you shower in the morning before leaving for work, you can forgo the loofah and only use soap.
  2. Soap – Do not buy any more Dove soaps. It just doesn’t rinse off easily. Right now, I’m using this goat milk soap which does not only rinse off easily but softens my skin and it smells delicious. I kid you not.
  3. Shampoo – By a clear one, not those types which take forever to get it off your head. I recently bought White Rain Volumizing Shampoo. It makes my hair look more bedhead than glamorous or even behaved, but I still haven’t scared someone to death, so I guess it’s still safe to use it.
  4. Lotion – Skip the lotion in the morning. Save it right before hitting bedtime. The obvious reason for this is because I am too much in a hurry in the early morning when I leave for work. I need to take as much short-cuts to my routine as possible.
  5. Wardrobe – Either plan what you’re going to wear before going to sleep or just do it like me: All tops are basically the same and pretty much interchangeable. This is for the sole purpose of just grabbing something from the closet, putting it on and ta-da! I’m off to work, people!
  6. Shoes – Buy pumps with neutral tones or basic colors so it’s a no-brainer to match them with anything you own.
  7. Eating – Okay, I actually have nothing to say here. I stuff in my mouth whatever I crave for at the given moment. Guilty as charged: I’m not a diet buff.
  8. Make-up – I don’t put this on anymore but when I have to, I stick with the necessities: Face powder or BB Cream and colored lip balm. If I’m feeling more blah than the usual, I torture my eyelashes with a decent curler just to add an extra oomph to my eyes.
  9. Combing hair – Okay, I’m not sure if you’re going to get on the wagon with me on this one but this is what I do: I leave the house with my hair uncombed. While walking down the street, that’s when I start to comb my hair. Just like in number three, I haven’t given heart attacks to other pedestrians so I guess it’s okay too.
  10. Snacks – I buy my standard favorites in the grocery. I buy them in packs so I can take one or two to the office. Stuff some Oreos and potato chips in my bag and dump them on my desk at the office. At least I know I won’t go hungry in the middle of making/managing websites.

And that is all I have for you today. Tidbits of totally unnecessary way of cheating the seconds that tick by. Hopefully Volume 2 will make much more sense. But if you’ve been following my blog, you’d know better than to expect me making sense most of the time. Life is a hoot. Let’s catch those lemons, make ’em lemonades, toast our glasses, and laugh and converse and de-stress!

image source: Angelina 🙂


While I’m scrambling around trying to make sense of ridiculously huge taxes to be paid, of working on something and figuring out how to stop my tummy from making these weird noises, here’s a reblogged post form LanternHollowPress. It talks about beating writer’s block and making your own five-minute chocolate cake after having beaten the writer’s block. Sounds like a winning idea to me!

While We're Paused...

Every writer has dealt with that massive, invisible beast that plants itself squarely on our desks, preferably in front of our computer screens, and leers at us in a mocking sort of way, just daring us to get anything accomplished.  Sometimes this beast teams up with Facebook or another soul-sucking website and we lose hours without knowing where they’ve gone.

And our story sits tragically abandoned.

There are lots of ways to get around writer’s block.  We all have our tried and true methods, so I  thought I’d contribute a couple of mine.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes (quite frequently, actually) I just need to get away from my work.  And I don’t mean Facebook away or even read-a-good-book away.  Those have their places (especially the latter).  But little treats that allow me the sense of escape can make all the difference when it’s…

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Too Much, Too Late

Today started off with this: My alarm went off at exactly 4:20 a.m.

Good morning!
Good morning, I'm Late for Work!

I turned off the alarm and gave myself permission to sleep for 5 minutes more.

5:08 a.m. – My eyes flew open all to suddenly. By force of habit, I grabbed my mobile phone and checked the time. Crap. At this time, I should have been getting ready to leave the house. I shot up out of bed like you wouldn’t believe and made it to the bathroom in record time. I was lightning fast! I was faster than a speeding bullet! Ha! Take that, Superman!

5:21 a.m. – After taking The World’s Fastest Shower, I am in the passenger seat of our family car. My head is aching due to the ungodly way of getting out of bed. (It only means that I didn’t stretch out and lay there for a couple of seconds before sitting up and dragging my ass out of bed. Oh so slowly.)

6:06 a.m. – I clocked in the office. I am late! Hurrah! This 6 in the morning shift is proving me wrong. I can get late. I am not as invincible as I used to think.

And let me tell you, hurrying along the pavement while taking notice of the sun beginning to shoot out its rays on the not-so-dark-now sky felt weird. Usually, I come into the office when the sky is still dark and the sun has not yet screamed out at the world in its blazing glory.

Tangent: My mom has an iPhone 4S now. How unfair is that? She didn’t even want an iPhone 4S. Maybe I could wheedle her in scrounging around for long ago gaming consoles like the Family Computer or even an Atari. Or both. Tell her to stick with what technology she knows by heart and can use even with both her eyes shut. HAHA.

image source: Always Be Cool

No Time to Blink

And then the crazy man came and everything happened so fast. I didn't even have the time to blink.

Note: This happened last week but it left me traumatized. I absolutely cannot stand within the perimeter of that spot (where it happened) without looking around, paranoid that he is going to pop up out of thin air and then there would be a repeat of what happened.

After having just crossed the highway at half past five in the morning, I breathed a sigh of relief and uttered a quick but heartfelt thank you prayer. I was still alive! All my body parts are still intact!

And so I stood there on the side of the road, waiting for a jeepney to arrive. Then in the corner of my eye, I saw a man heading my direction. I glanced to my right and saw a couple of other people around. A glance to my left and I noticed that the man was crazy. Had loose screws in his head. He looked disheveled and filthy. And he was talking to himself. Angrily. With even angrier gestures. I couldn’t understand what he was ranting about but I could hear curse words every two seconds.

As the man drew nearer, I stepped away casually, plucking myself out of his path. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to mess with a crazy, angry man.

So I stayed away. He got nearer. And then suddenly… BAM! That crazy man smacked me at the back of my head, calling me names. He was VERY angry. I think my jaw dropped, literally. It dropped at the same time I saw stars dancing before my eyes, to the beat of the honking automobile horns. Right after the rush of sudden pain was annoyance. And then annoyance quickly turned to anger. I thought of hitting him with my bag (a rather large one filled with non-office related stuff). But then after that, what? You cannot get into a fight with a crazy person. Especially one who has the tendency to get physical.

And what about the other people near me? Apparently, I couldn’t turn to them for help. They witnessed the whole thing and yet no one dared to move. I was on my own.

Before I could react any further, the crazy man stepped into the highway and then crossed the road without so much as a glance to the oncoming speeding vehicles. He was absolutely crazy. He could’ve gotten killed!

But he didn’t. No such drama ensued. He got safely to the other side of the highway. Clearly, God has a soft spot for the crazy ones.

As for me, days and days later, I am still on my toes whenever I stand on the same spot where I was smacked on the head.

image source: Kevin Dooley

Saturday! Sunday!

Saturday and Sunday: It’s past ten-thirty in the morning and I am still in bed. Know why? Because I wanted to make up for all those times I had to wake up at past four in the morning from Monday all the way to Friday. And so I sleep in during weekends. (Unless I made plans with friends on weekends and they involve me getting up early. But I weasel my way out of this by always suggesting we meet after lunch.)

It used to be that for me, weekends meant parties and hitting random places where I could laugh and talk and drink with my friends. All right, that’s not truth in its entirety. So I used to spend weekends downing drinks, wherever. But now? Now that I have broken up with Vodka & Friends? Weekends mean any of these:

  • stay holed up at home having a DVD marathon or catching up on my reading
  • running errands with my mother
  • hanging out at random places (alcohol is replaced by scrambles, donuts, pizzas, etc.)

I think I must be getting old but I reckon this refusal for alcohol is rooted to one particular heartbreak. Drinking reminds me of him. Ergo, chuck away drinking in my list. Does that make sense? It’s okay if it doesn’t. Heck, it doesn’t make sense to me half the time.

I spent this particular weekend on three things:

Tate Langdon goes for blood in "American Horror Story"
Tate goes for blood in "American Horror Story"

Finally finished “American Horror Story” and it has gotten vicious, more intense and more interesting towards the end. Gotta love it! And can I just say that the characters there are totally sick? But the most interesting one for me is Tate. I mean, talk about wolf in a sheep’s clothing. Talk about the devil in disguise. I had to pinch myself at times just so I would not be sucked into his oddly charming, lost little boy persona and actually think he is actually a nice guy who just got lost along the way.

Stephanie Plum novels
Truly laugh out loud moments in ALL of the books in this series.

Got hooked on the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich. This series is just full of quirky, interesting and lovable characters who made me laugh out loud more times than I could count. At one point, both my parents even asked why I was laughing and I just pointed to the book in my hand.

Sleeping in during weekends is awesome!

And of course, I slept for hours and hours and hours. I was almost disappointed that Prince Charming hasn’t kissed me awake yet. I mean, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Dude, you gotta speed up.

image sources: Tate/”American Horror Story”, Stephanie Plum novels, Sleeping Beauty