Up on the roof, the serenity of the night time draws one to pause at the beauty of some of the stars and imagine the outline of the mountains.
Under a clear evening sky, I see the blinking lights of buildings across the valley. From where I stand, they are faint lights across the distance covered by around two to three towns.
From where I stand, I see myself as a tall and imposing figure ready to take on the evening. I am sure that across the valley, someone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe from where that person stands, I am visible only as something that is big as an ant under the faint light of the moon.
Life, as the cliched expression goes, is full of ups and downs. One minute you are on top of a hill admiring your handiwork; the next thing you know you see yourself rolling downhill — much faster than how fast you got to the summit.
I would love to believe that old Marlboro ad that said, “It isn’t the number of times you fall down, it’s the number of times you got back on” or something to that effect. I mean, my balls can take another bashing from another ride on a bull or this wild stallion I call my life but I have to admit that it is impossible not to feel tired at some point. The whole effort of picking yourself up and starting again is becoming a pain. Now I find myself scratching my head and asking myself, “What now, dude?”
I felt like I died on the last bull ride I had. I was dead before I fell off, at least in a figurative sense. If it were in the literal sense, this piece would be totally “ghost-written.”
Fuck that. I’m getting back on.
via Daily Prompt: Urgent
I have the perfect formula to get everything marked as URGENT.
It is really quite simple: Forget everything you are supposed to do, at least temporarily. Procrastinate and wait for all the reminders that your time is really limited. Just to be sure, start really late with your tasks.
I have the perfect formula to deal with everything marked as URGENT.
It is really quite simple. Don’t forget everything you are supposed to, not even temporarily. Do not procrastinate and wait for all the reminders that your time is really limited. To be sure, start early. Come in when everybody else isn’t around yet.
Yes, that way, if something urgent lands on your desk, arrives as email, or via carrier pigeon, or via express squawking, nagging boss, you would actually have time to deal with it.
I woke up at 5 AM with a nasty rumbling in my tummy. I get up and follow what natural biological processes dictate. It looks like it is time for some drugs again. This is definitely not the way to start my day. I go back to bed only to get up more than twice because of the same thing.
Around 7:30 AM I start sending text messages to my team and colleagues,”I cannot make it today.” Honestly, that is something as rare as lightning hitting a human being more than twice (except for this sad chap). This is far from my usual morning.
The usual morning would be:
- Open eyes, shut off the alarm 6:30 AM
- Get up 6:45 AM
- Drink a glass of water. I read that it is supposed to be good for you.
- Do my morning exercises (yes, I do)
- Take a shower
- Get dressed for work
- Have a bite to eat and run out of the door to avoid coming in late for work.
- Repeat same process next day
That sounds like the life of a typical worker, no BS in the morning. Sometimes, I like to believe that I have matured this much.
At around 8:30 AM, I asked one of my teammates if she was already in the office. She said that she was already on her way. Knowing that she lives less than half a kilometer away from the office, I just thought: What a good little growing girl she truly is!
…and then she sent me this message:
“Ginising ako ni ______ ng 6am. Bangon ng 6:30, ligo. Luto. Hugas ng pinggan. Plantsa. Kilay. Hahaha”
Here’s the whole routine:
- 6 AM – boyfriend wake-up call
- 6:30 AM – actual wake up time
- Take a bath
- Cook (breakfast or lunch pack)
- Do dishes
- Iron office clothes
- Do eyebrows (magkilay)
- Repeat the same thing the next day (maybe except on Sundays)
Wow! I guess that’s the true power of a goal-oriented millennial. Do all of that under two hours, with ironing and “kilay” to boot.
…once they leave your mouth, there is no real retraction. Once you click on send, your words end up being read (or ignored). Most often, words behave like homing pigeons, or worse, they behave like missiles that home in on (un)intended targets either bringing an explosion of laughter or numbing sadness.
Yes, messages can be misunderstood and can even be fatal.