How to NOT Make Your Headache Go Away:
Surf the web in your dimly lit room fairly late at night despite an alarmingly growing sleep debt that needs paying off blah blah blah eat ice cream blah doodle blah blah do more verbs other than sleep
1HA! Since the first post, I’ve managed to remove everything from the room - it had been used as a storage place so this task was the most daunting one for starters. I’ve stored/thrown/put the stuff aside and cleaned up the place, including the secret “Harry Potter” room beneath the stairs. The floors have been scrubbed and the furniture inside cleaned. I think I did a fairly good job of the first two-three stages of room cleaning.
It helps that both my sister and father are proud of me. Apparently, Papa couldn’t believe that Mama’s room has finally been cleared up. (Also, I found a lot of things that could have still been used, had we gone through her stuff way back when. Think: boxes of brand new syringes, bottles and packs of medication, and similar medical objects. Oh, well.)
We’ve just put in the single bed frame and I finally finished cleaning the blinds. All my spanking new room needs now is a coat of paint for the walls, new tiles, better placed furniture and foam for my bed. Then I can settle in and happily put everything in order.
Oh and cabinet space! Dang. Still need to sort through the piles and piles of clothing, bedding, and bath towel items and we have a LOT of them - not just in my new room but the entire house. Sigh.
On with the project!
The new year brings with it renewed promises to do better and live fuller. Two days into 2013 and I feel no different than the way I felt the year before. Then again, these things take time.
And I have the luxury of time. The past few days, I’ve been bringing up the job hunt and my father has made no move to hurry me along. In fact, he insists there’s no rush. Just as he does with the plan, rather, my plan to fix the house up (starting with my room). My parents have never been the type to urge, to push, to force things and I am grateful for it. I just hope I don’t end up taking too much time in moving forward.
How odd.
Years and years ago, I would have abhorred the idea of an 8-5 job. It was synonymous to the concept of being a cogwheel in the grand scheme of economics and industry. I’d have lost my voice, my identity, and turned into another automaton. Life would be centered around money and money was evil. The Job would have spelled routine and routine meant boring, boring, boring.
But here I am, eager to get a regular job - but not too eager, not just yet I mean because I’ve other plans I’d like to see through.
Routine is now something I want established, job or none. I’d like to find a process that works and have it up and running, whether it’s a commute route or weekly chores. I’d like my routine to include work, something that lets me earn because money isn’t the center of life but all evidence points to how it fuels life. It would be naive to think that I could get through a day without the barter of things of worth - for example, money for food.
Earning money meant I had the ability to do work, do something I’m good at, good enough for people to pay me to do what I do. In an ideal world, it would be synonymous to capacity and ability and talent, and I’d be putting theories into practice, theories learned through academics and life, in general. I would be empowering myself, the client or company I’d be working with and for, and whoever else I affect in the long run. In the grand scheme of things, I would be a cogwheel that would help keep the train moving forward, and I’d be moving forward just as well.
It just goes to show how different one’s perceptions are in the course of time. Also, thirteen year old me had way too much time, thinking angst-y, rebellious, kid thoughts.
But no matter the age, at the end of the day and the beginning of a year, we all still make our resolutions and our promises. Here’s to having some follow-through!
Cheers!
Since my relocation to Home, I’ve done four things: take extensive naps, eat or “party” hard (which means eating in a company of five or more people), and turn my brain to mush (in areas including but not limited to mathematics, as this sentence proves). I have, however a mini goal I’ve been meaning to accomplish, well, not so much a mini goal as a large possibly overwhelming one which I’ve dubbed “Project 813”.
The house is - to overdramatize reality - in ruins, or at the very least, it’s dusty and messy. Over the past years, it’s shied away from the lime light and backed itself in the corner of the unloved and the forgotten. Poor house.
Voila! Here I am to save the day!
(GIF image. Not mine.)
…eventually.
Seriously, though, that’s the plan. I’m going to tackle mama’s room first, the Room with the Orange Door. Slowly but surely. After all, it’s going to be my room.
Current obstacles include:
- two cabinets
- a drawer
- huge desk
- long side table
- dust and stuff meant for storage
I’ve just started. Here’s to goals and not waiting for the New Year to get cracking!
ONE.
Today’s my last “real” day in Makati/Manda. I say “real” because I’ll be going about my day in the office, amongst my office mates.
Manila is made unforgettable not by its sky rise buildings or the fast paced living. It is made real by its people, who breathe life into every day. So it is with great pleasure that I spend my last day amidst friends, the best persons I know here.
