Aboard The Same Bus

May 14 is definitely lovelier than February 14, period.

I was getting ready to alight the bus, so I stood up and grabbed a hold on the pole to keep my balance. And that was the same moment when I almost missed the pole! What good have I done to make the heavens reward me with this? My crush was in front of me! Ooohhhh—eeemmm-geeeeee! πŸ˜€

I really hope I didn’t blush, otherwise I must have gone a little too obvious. And it’s not like he wouldn’t see me after that close encounter. Because very fortunately, we go to the same corporate tower everyday. Hahaha! πŸ˜€

 

Tuesday LOOOOOOVE, Ayna πŸ˜‰

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Aboard The Same Bus

The Perks of Being a Holiday Worker

May 1.

It’s Labor Day (a national holiday indeed) and I just came home from WORK! Wiw, awesome. But seriously, I could’ve rejoiced wasting the day to my boring hobbies: reading a novel aloud, soaking my dirty clothes in fresh-smelling bubbles, playing my one and only playlist – yes, the entire album of Pitch Perfect – on my laptop, blog-hopping, checking the fridge if our can of ice cream has multiplied, and of course updating myself with the latest gossips in the whole world through Facebook. But I didn’t! I didn’t because as I’ve just said, I just came home from work.

I didn’t regret though. πŸ™‚

WHY? For three things, at least.

1. No traffic. Travel this morning? That was pretty swift. I actually struggled chasing time because it was already 08:00 and some freakin’ bad air was terribly troubling my tummy; and I wouldn’t go until I got darn relieved of it. So I thought, “Fine, I’ll be late.” I hailed a bus at 8:20 and I knew the remaining 40 minutes couldn’t save me from the “Tardy” remark. Just had to move the hell on. But then again, it’s holiday today and the highway was miraculously not jammed with reckless buses. I had a smooth lift to the office and at 8:42, I was already at my desk. Man, I even got to spare some three minutes to forget to log in. So 8:45 – time in. Lovely.

2.Β Β Canape Galore!Β Mid-morning, my supervisor asked, “What do you want for snacks? The Boss is asking.” Honestly, I wasn’t really after any particular recipe. I was thinking FREE SNACK! Sweet treat. My supervisor wanted Canape, and I like Canape, so be it. And when The Boss came, it was Canape galore!

3. My Tally Board Just Got Sweeter.Β We were just about to pack up and leave, and call it a holiday, when my supervisor said, “You have new registrations!” Sounded music, yeah. My counts are climbing and my tally board just got sweeter. Way to go, kiddo!

So what’s there to feel wasted about? Out of working on a holiday, I got me a triple-treat, some precious perks of being a happy holiday worker! πŸ™‚

The Perks of Being a Holiday Worker

My Goddamn Job Is A Damn Good Gift from God

Of 24 hours, how much do you spend thinking, worrying, daydreaming, and ranting over your unrelentingly stressful job? Your office period is a given, minus the 30 minutes you spend on YouTube, some two to three hours stalking and chatting on Facebook and Twitter, and like an hour or two “google-ing” for the latest cool gadget by Apple and Samsung or for the difference between cold perm and digital perm, yada-ya-DUH. And of course, minus the time you’re DEEPLY (yes, I have to say that) sleeping.

It must be that life-sucker kind of job that most of us are unwillingly trying to get through with day by day…or night by night. Really, how long does it take you to pull your butt off your messy-but-irresistibly-caring bed; and to the shower? As for me, at least these days, one hour! LOL. Like today, I would’ve missed the entire morning and wasted it to tardiness had my brother not bothered waking me up.

You open your eyes. Work. You get up. Work. Oh, and before that, perhaps you were dreaming of your To-Dos. Take a shower. To-Dos. Pick your outfit. To-Dos. Eat breakfast. To-Dos. Dab some lip tint. To-Dos. Wait for a bus. To-Dos. Then you mentally talk yourself through the traffic about your To-Dooosss. Priority 1. Priority 2, 3…….*toooooot*…….4, 5. You take the elevator. Deadlines. You open the door to your office. Deadlines. Boot up your computer. Deadlines. And then you open your email inbox……..(Brain NOT Responding).

At the end of the day, you log off three hours past your regular timeout. So you take the elevator down with puffy eyebags. To-Dos. You wait for the bus. Pending items. You ride the bus. Hate mails from your boss. You take the shower. Crappy outputs.

AGbyVSThen you pray. I do! πŸ™‚Β And in my prayers, I always thank God for entrusting the job to me. It’s hard, so damn hard, that goes without saying. But then again, I am learning a lot and that alone is one huge scoop of some perks. I thank God for making me get through the love-hate affair of every day, and through an inbox that I would’ve wished to empty right at first sight. And for everything else because I believe that each and every day always has some goodness and some sane humanity in it.

I thank God. I thank God again and again. I thank God. I thank…work. I thank…To-Dos. I thank…priorities 1, 2, 3. I thank pending items, deadlines, crap…….WHAAAATTT??? Okay, I have to sleep, my brain cells are friggin’ groggy. Goodnight God, my resting brain shall drift away………..WITH TO-DOS BLEEDING IN THAT JOYFUL COLOR CALLED “RED”.

LOL, What did Captain Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean) say? “Sleep when you die.” So, sail on, folks! πŸ™‚

My Goddamn Job Is A Damn Good Gift from God

A Day So Ordinary

I am not the happiest person in the world; there’s a lot to feel bad about, worry about. Everyday I wake up to the annoying rooster alarm on my phone. Gotta get my ass off a clingy bed every morning; laboriously pull myself to the shower and suffer the paralyzing coldness of water while mentally noting my to-do list for the day. Chase time. Quietly rant myself through traffic. More traffic and a discouragingly long line to the elevator. D-U-H.

But ironically, these painstaking items in my daily routine are a few of the many things I’m thankful for. They ignite the day, toss me up into the beautiful daylight, and kiss me hopes for a life rich in chances and second chances. πŸ™‚

And then, every so often, expected or unexpected, memories nudge you somewhere; oftentimes at the heart. Bad and sad ones start to tease you. You stop and inhale. And then, you keep yourself busy again, things running and rushing around your head. You stop and exhale. Breathe. Breathe. Take it from down under, breathe in; take it through every part of you and up, breathe out. And back to your monitor!

People, life is both boring and interesting. It’s just a matter of perspective. Find every chance and every second to enjoy what you’re doing. Stop and breathe. Smile. πŸ™‚

A Day So Ordinary