last night i met up with a friend to discuss a project we've been working on for x years now (haha). we ended up hanging out way after our coffee had gone cold because the establishment next to us had a live acoustic band that was playing. it was fun freeloading and we got to talking about the "good ol' days". it got me thinking i'll be turning 30 next year. it sucks that i have nothing to show for it. i should have done something great already, or overcome a major hurdle. or maybe i'm just content with going where life takes me.
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I know I'm supposed to rest, but I just couldn't bear the state of my room anymore. I just had to make it more...habitable. Changed my sheets, put old papers up for recycling, cleaned my fan, swept the floor. Scattered books went into a pile; my shelves are all full. I'm thinking of swapping my queen-sized bed for a single, or a double deck so I can use the top (or bottom) space for books and whatnots. Like one of those workspaces for students: bed on top, desk and bookshelves below. Also, I'd like to put my cameras on display and not stuffed in bags and plastic boxes. Meh, one thing at a time. Now that I have a cleaner room, I'll be able to really recuperate from the stress (and the stuffy nose and the coughing bonanza) of the past days. Dealing with post-conference tasks and my work backlog is another challenge.
(wrote this last night) everybody on this flight is wondering whether the flight will be delayed, as most flights have been this past week. i'm sure of it. the other carrier's plane is not even here yet; that one's supposed to leave in around 40 minutes. ours could be late too. nobody wants to wait longer than necessary. there are so many other things to do in many other places. home. it is still a saturday, and i am spending it at the airport waiting for a plane. the korean guys bought ice-cold pale pilsen in cans. i'm assuming they're koreans. omg they're drinking omg omg i didn't know you could drink alcohol in the airport. i wonder how much one costs. 60? 80? we're at the airport anyway. the lounge is starting to fill up. i've moved to a corner where i can watch people. the koreans are still nursing their beers. they're all wearing red polo shirts with white collars.
these seats are not good for slouching in. the airport should make the seats more slouch-friendly. sitting waiting anyway. 6:46pm. our plane has arrived from manila! (after a few more minutes, we got called to board to board the plane. we arrived in manila on time.) (until the next wait!) It was a nice, sunny day yesterday. Perfect for a walk. And as I walked I encountered some pretty interesting stuff: This fun and bubbly lady and her solid perfumes, from which I chose this: It's a little different from the sweet n' fruity tangerine-peach-mango combo I usually go for. I really like its fresh scent! Plus, Greek goddess FTW. I also got myself this: I like folded paper and elephants and necklaces, so is just pure win for me. This guy's got mad folding skills. I also got postcards: It sucks that there's no post office near my house. I do miss Postcrossing. And the cards I get from Norway. Haha. I also got to watch T'boli chanters, Ivatan singers, salsa dancers, big bubble makers, and a guy rockin' it in a wheelchair (with his big hunk of a dog). Drank Bayani Brew, met two enthusiastic guys with a passion for history, got offered a chocolate-flavored tobacco, saw bamboo bikes, got weirded out in one of the nearby restaurants, and visited The Manila Collectible Co. It was really fun. I hope the next Intramuros Pasyal Sunday has more concessionaires and performers!
I dropped by the university (the one where I attempted to get a graduate degree) to do some errands for next week's conference (the one where I will surely be asked about my plans to graduate). On my way to the jeepney stop I passed by some stalls selling clothing, flipflops, and pre-loved books. I immediately went to the the one selling books (of course!) and browsed the titles. This particular one caught my eye.
I really need a new shelf. And before anyone says, "Why don't you get ebooks instead?", I would just like to say that some books are meant to be flipped through, put on the table, flipped through again, placed on a shelf, taken out, flipped from back to front, displayed, and eventually passed on to another book lover. I get ebooks because they're convenient and save on space. I get real books because I like how they feel in my hands and take up space. (I first ventured into digital marketing as an SEO article writer. At first I did it on a part-time basis; eventually I got into an office job writing exclusively for a Japanese client. It seemed a good idea at the time—it was an easy job for me, and a welcome break from a former career that I realized was not making me happy anymore. The BPO company I worked for had several other writers, and every now and then we would have lunch together to share our frustrations that come with having to write in a strict office environment.)
One morning as I was preparing to go to work, I reflected on my job and proceeded to write this in my handy notebook. It may sound melodramatic, but I hope you'll indulge me because this was how it felt at that time. I read this out loud to my fellow writers, who thankfully agreed with my sentiments. I wasn't alone, so that meant I didn't have to wallow on my own. Haha. The Internet will be flooded with all sorts of news, violent reactions, prayers, cheers, and sports analyses about today's big game between two big universities. I'm not a basketball fan but my strong university connections (okay, 8 years of study and 6 years of employment) compel me to root for the fierce golden felines. Last week I helped my mom make "props" for Game 2: I hope she didn't whack the players with that for their lousy performance.
The best game I've watched (it's not that many, I assure you) was the championship game with Ateneo some years back. Two overtimes! It was definitely heart attack-inducing. Now THAT was an awesome game! I actually have work to do, but I'll take a peek at the live coverage once in a while. It's been a a long time since I last wanted to shout obscenities at someone on TV anyway. ;) My brain exerted a lot of effort yesterday, trying to absorb tips and tricks in using Google Analytics. Good thing we were 23 floors up (this is a good thing for me--I love heights), with a balcony that opened to one of the most action-packed views in the metro: a flight path. Read the full story in my blog a wee i.
I'd like to give this another go, so hello and thanks for visiting my daily blog. I will really, really do my best to make this a daily thing.
What keeps me from blogging every day is this thought: "There's nothing new, really" and "Who cares?" and I realized I have been looking at things wrong. Nothing new? What happened to "Oh, I learned something new today!" and "This morning during my commute..." and "It just dawned on me that..." and so on. It seems I have failed to see the different sides of things. I always had something to say about different things before, blah or otherwise. "Who cares?" Well, I meant this to be a daily personal journal, so I shouldn't really care who else cares, as long as I get my daily writing exercise. I'm not out to please, but if people actually like reading about my mundane life, well then--hurrah! So here we are. Ten to twenty minutes a day. Maybe I should prepare a list of easy topics, yes? I will still write in my main blog, a wee i, hopefully on a weekly basis. I can't believe I've had it for six years! Okay then, I'll be prepping for work in a few. See you around! :) |
nice to meet mew!Hi, I'm Lauren, and this blog is the repository of my thoughts about erm, mundane things. As you can see, I have a thing for cats. I also like cheese. Archives
October 2016
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