Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Am I living it right?
What is my typical day?
I would usually wake up at around 7AM. Truthfully, I should be waking up earlier than 7AM. I should be out of the house by 7AM so I can be at the office before 9AM. But my internet addiction gets the best of me so I stay up late until 1AM so waking up at 6AM is definitely a challenge.
It takes me about 30 minutes to get ready for work. An additional 15 minutes if I cannot decide what to wear. By the time I get into my car to drive to work, the traffic is already terrible. As much as I want to speed up to 100 - 110 kph, the traffic won't allow me. So I have to settle on driving on a stop-and-go pace which eats up most of my gas while I listen to Chico and Delamar and their Top 10. The moment I hear their last batch on the radio, I know I am already late for work again.
They say that the early bird catches the worm. But could it be that the late bird catches the early worm?
I am sorry but I am just not a morning person. Heaven for me would be waking up at around 6AM (if I have the strength to open my eyes and move) and eat breakfast which would consist of hot pandesal and hot chocolate. Then after eating, I would go back to bed to sleep until 10AM then wake up again to read a book or watch the TV without getting out of bed. Then at around noon, I will have my lunch then my day will begin.
Unfortunately, I do not have that luxury.
Going back to what my typical day would be...
By the time I get to the office at around 9 - 9:30 AM, a certain officemate of mine would berate me for being late. But I really don't care. I may arrive at around 9AM but I stay in the office until 9PM. Before I sit down to start my work, I need to get coffee. Coffee is my gasoline. I cannot work without coffee. So I work, rather, try to work. I try to do everything I can do before lunch time which is usually starts at around 11:30 AM.
The length of my lunch break would depend on who I am with and where I would eat. If I have lunch in the canteen, lunch is 30 minutes. If I eat out with my officemates, it would be 2 - 3 hours. If I eat out with Trexyl, it would be an hour.
Given that I would eat out with my officemates, I will be back in the office by 2PM and back to work again. I usually stay in the office until 9PM because I can work more efficiently when no one is around and everything's quiet. Just me, my PC, and my mp3s. At around 8:50 PM, I would start to pack up and get ready to go home. The thought of going home while the sun is still shining is totally foreign to me already. I haven't gone home that early for more than 6 months.
Around 9PM, I am already driving home. I get home at around 10PM. Just in time to freshen up and watch Oprah and do some bonding with Mama. I then log into the internet to check and update my blog, check my e-mail, check out other stuff, read my e-mails and download mp3s while chatting with friends and relatives. That is what I am doing right now.
At the end of the day, I am drained as hell. I cannot wait to take a vacation. To go someplace I haven't been before. To do something for the first time.
When will this much awaited dream vacation be a reality? I don't even have the time and the money to get a VISA application form.
Someone help me!
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am driving up 85 in theKind of morning that lasts all afternoonjust stuck inside the gloom4 more exits to my apartment butI am tempted to keep the car in driveAnd leave it all behindCause I wonder sometimesAbout the outcomeOf a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Why Georgia, why?I rent a room and I fill the spaces withWood in places to make it feel like homeBut all I feel's aloneIt might be a quarter life crisisOr just the stirring in my soulEither way I wonder sometimesAbout the outcomeOf a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Why Georgia, why?So what, so I've got a smile onBut it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my headDon't believe meWhen I say I've got it downEverybody is just a stranger butThat's the danger in going my own wayI guess it's the price I have to payStill "everything happens for a reason"Is no reason not to ask myself If I am living it right?Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Why Georgia, why?---Why Georgia, John Mayer
Maan @ 11:26 PM
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