Short-Cuts to Everyday Life, Volume I

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new_blog
Snow, Glass, Apple – new blog

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 πŸ™‚

Are You Serious? Or Are You NUTS?

Three. Count them: Three. I have been told by three different people that they will set me up with someone they know. And we’re just halfway done with February, people!

What? Is being single when you’re 29 so bad?

By the third time that I was asked to go on a blind date, I spent a good proper one hour in front of the mirror, convinced that I probably had “Desperate single!” carved on my forehead and I just couldn’t see it. And so I tried to search for it only to realize that s**t, I need to have a facial soon. My face is breaking out.

If you’re wondering what happened to those attempted three blind dates, my answer to that would be this: Those three people who asked me? They’re still alive. But barely.

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Don't you even dare ask...

When asking me to go on a blind date with your friend, please take note that I do not feel flattered. I know you have good intentions (such as seeing me all happy and finally in love again) and I thank you for that. But this blind date attempts? It really doesn’t leave me with a warm, fluttery feeling. See paragraph number three, about the mirror.

image source: Fabiana Zonca

To Add to the Bucket List

I thought that the Peanut Butter Moo’d from Jamba Juice was enough to make my day last Sunday. But no. NO. Because it gets even better after that. My friend told me about a Fully Booked branch in that place (Bonifacio High Street, Taguig) where there is Starbucks inside. You guys! You know what that means, right? Free reading + the scent of coffee permeating the place = Ohmygodijustdiedandwenttoheaven!

I just died and went to heaven.
I just died and went to heaven.

So I filed it in my mental todo list that I should make it a point to hang out at the bookstore in High Street. Right after buying a book or two. After purchasing my favorite weaknesses, I shall occupy a table in Starbucks there and then drool over read my new book. Or maybe I can start writing again. Something decent and not the hasty short proses I’ve lulled myself into creating. Who knows? Weirder things had happened.

Ah, that tingly feeling of having your own blog.
Ah, that tingly feeling of having your own blog.

And because time is gold and hey! Carpe diem, right? I will buy a website and design and edit my own blog. Widgets! Plugins! Photoshop! Textures! Brushes! (I am riding in cloud nine as I visualize all this in my head.)

AND THEN. And then I will write. I will pick up where I last left off with a fiction I have written two years ago, which is sporadically being edited and updated. Irregular outbursts of ideas. Absolutely unreliable.

Inspiration
"I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details."

If I’m not going to write, I will at least create something, be it a handmade collage or some graphics. My muse has been shriveling up and has learned a couple of swear words. I’m afraid it will either leave me or end up dead. So. Save the muse! Waste not thy creativity!

Saving
Save, save, save, SAVE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!

Also, I need to save up. This one I cannot emphasize enough. If I could, I would put up a blinking sign at the foot of my bed that says, “Save up money, dammit!” Just so I could let that sink in each and every time I wake up and go to bed. Note to self: Color of this sign could be black and white or pale, pale yellow and royal blue. I’m receptive to those colors. They could help in inspiring my drive to save up. *cough cough* Who knows? *cough cough*

image sources: Fully Booked, I’m Blogging This, Inspiration, Piggy Bank

The Need for Cleanliness and Order. Otherwise, the Skies Would Collapse and Mankind will Punish Me for Bringing Forth the End of Days

Warning: Lengthy post. You can either run away right now OR grab a cup of coffee (or maybe a bottle of beer?), grab a bag of chips, sit back and read away! πŸ™‚ Just so we’re clear: Lengthy post ahead! You’ve been forewarned!

Something is not right.
Something is not right... Please fix it right away or else disaster could strike.

My sister once told me quite recently that I seemed to enjoy having OCD. Our conversation that time was verging on an argument. I didn’t want to pick a fight partly because I didn’t want to stress myself, partly because I was taken aback by her statement. And I had other things to worry about, bigger fish to fry. Why get worked up about it? But.

BUT.

Did I enjoy having OCD? The truth to that is no. I DO NOT ENJOY HAVING OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE DISORDER. As mild as it is, it can be truly a pain in the ass sometimes.

She does not know what and how it feels like toΒ  have something to pick at, gnaw at and worry about for what seems like eternity. She does not know how it feels like to panic over something and feel like the world will come to a grinding, sudden halt just because. She does not know how I could easily lose sleep worrying over something trifling. She is twenty years old and even though she has an idea of what this mental disorder is about and she could surmise how it feels like, I doubt she would say what she just told me if she had OCD too.

Everything according to color or height.
Everything must either be arranged according to color or height. MUST.

I realized that I have mild OCD when I was in college. A friend pointed it out to me, after having observed my actions. I researched about the topic and even I had to agree. Yep, OCD did sound like me. However, it was never serious. I never went to therapy or was medicated for this because I don’t think this is something that has gotten out of hand. It has not interfered with my job or my relationships. I keep my thoughts of worries to myself. So far, it hasn’t spun out of control. We all treated it like a joke. And why not? It wasn’t like I had turned my room into a shrine of obsessive-compulsiveness. But there WERE time I found myself battling with my own self just to squash any obsessive-compulsive thoughts. If that isn’t one of the nuttiest things in the world!

Take some meds!
Take some meds! Perhaps it could help?
  • I would be inside the bathroom and hang my towel on the first hook. I would stop myself because the moment I hang my towel there, I would think something will go wrong that day. Otherwise, the worst will happen to me. My day in the office would suck or I would meet an accident. I have to hang my towel on the second hook, where I always do. I cannot proceed with having shower because if I don’t, gloom and doom thoughts bombard my brains.
  • And there is the matter with doors. (This first happened to me when I was about eight or nine years old.) I would lock a door, any door — the bathroom door, the office door, the bedroom door. The moment I turn my back on it, I always feel the need to check and see if I really did lock it. So I check. And check and check. And check. Because someone might just come barging in while I am not looking.
  • I always have to wear slippers, even in the bedroom. In houses wherein I needed to take them off, I felt like I would catch germs and I would feel dirty. I would happily pirouette across the floor so I would have an excuse to stand on my tiptoes and minimize those germs getting into my feet. At the same time, the host would be amazed awestruck at my ballet skill, which is not really that different from an elephant learning how to do synchronized swimming.
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Wash your hands not once, but twice. ALWAYS.
  • I wash my hands twice because it feels just right. If I don’t, IΒ  might catch some never before known supergerms and they will contaminate me and eat me alive and I I might turn into a mutated creature. Because then how will my crush even dare look at me if I look like that?
  • In the office, each time I come from the restroom, as soon as I sit on my desk, I pour alcohol on my palms and rub my hands. I have to do this every time because I feel unclean when I don’t.
  • The things on my office desk need to be in their specific places and even angles. Yes, ANGLES. If I or someone else places them in another way, I would put it back in their usual spot and angle. Because if I don’t? The balance of the world will be upset and a meteor could strike the Earth and wipe out all of us.

These are just snippets of what I go through each day. Anyone with OCD, mild or clinical, can probably understand me and agree with me that this is not enjoyable. It is not something we parade around with and think, “Ooh, this is so much fun!”

If I could go through one day without worrying about simple, everyday things then I would.

I have been fighting this OCD quite recently. Take for example the aforementioned towel and hook. I now purposely hang it on the first hook. When I get the urge to place it on the second hook, I would firmly ignore it and fight the thoughts of doom taking place in my head. Quite loudly. It’s a baby step and it’s been quite a challenge squashing those obsessive-compulsive urges but I’m hoping someday soon this will all end so I can live without worrying over the most trivial things.

image sources:
Sheila Tostes –Β  1 and 2
Divine Harvester
Anxiety Release Method