it was a work night after all. work being accompanying our new-ish marketing girl to represent BR at the Outpost for Earth Hour. a bike ride had been organized and we were a minor sponsor, there to see what was going on and see how people reacted to our new product.
wowzashit. i don't know what i was imagining the turn out to be. the parking lot was full of bikers and bicycles. and when i stepped out onto the street, it was lined with more! the count was 780 registered participants and 30+ marshals. i caught the start on video too!
and then it turned out, it was ska night at the outpost. facebook had told me this earlier, but such bits of info seem to pass me by easily since LP came along.
and then i saw Marla of Island Joe. and i asked if she was singing. she said she wasn't sure (i learned later that only Dindo was schedule to sing, since Marla was supposed to fly out of town, except she missed her flight).
not sure became why not, as i heard her on the microphone with dindo and the rest of island joe. my "going home around 10:30pm" became "maybe after midnight" in my text to BBB who was home minding LP.
ska ska ska! i will not go at length about island joe's performance here.
ok, i will. as usual, Marla and Dindo's singing were unbelievable and the musicians were tight. the only thing wrong with the picture was that Japan-based cleofas who's part of their horn section was in the crowd and not onstage, and i told him so.
the outpost's wooden floor was absolutely vibrating, people were seriously dancing and singing along and having fun, and the aircon died. and i lost my voice. it was seriously ike being in a sauna. i don't remember the last time i was out dancing and singing like that. certainly before LP came along.
i decided to sit out the next set, which was Who's Next, also fronted by dindo (how he does it, i have no idea). also absolutely excellent and worth staying out for.
i did lose the stress spot i had in my back. brought about by LP's new whining thing. but that is for another post.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
review: bridges salon
on my way to ayala for my haircut, i looked up at the JY Square building thinking: i must explore more around here. here being the vicinity of our new neighborhood. there was a sign for Bridges Salon on the building facade, and boy was i glad i was paying attention.
after my ayala hair cut fail that left me light-headed, i hopefully cabbed my way back to JY Square in search of Bridges Salon.
i marched in and was pleased by how it looked inside. i took a peek at the menu on the counter and noted than a haircut for women was 450. inhale. this had better be good. as i only have a haircut once i year, i really shouldn't be so skint about spending that amount.
+ modern, clean, the actual service area shielded from reception.
- except there was no one at reception. some seconds later, someone did poke her head around to ask if i had an appointment. "uh, no. i just need a trim, and i'm desperate."
+ mercifully, i was escorted to a hair-cutting seat without further comment
- though i did wait about 10 minutes before someone got around to the actual action
the hairwasher lady was impressed by how long, nice and heavy my hair was. heavy, yes, precisely why i need it cut to a manageable length.
+ at least she didn't comment about the color. in fact, no one commented on the color. i've had salon staff arguing over whether my hair is dyed or color-treated in any way. no. have never done so. it is brown. end of story.
"i just want to keep some of the length but i really need to make it lighter."
+ stylist (who had 2 other clients to attend to in turn, but that is how these places go these days) did all the right things. asked all the right questions at all the right times, including double checking that he was snipping the right amount before actually snipping away.
- then i was passed to another lady who used a slightly too hot dryer to blow-dry all that was still attached to my head. that still took over 15 minutes. no, i don't own a blow dryer. my hair cuts are rare. having salon time to blow dry my hair even rarer.
about an hour & 15 minutes later, the final check passed all my requirements, and i had salon-smelling. blow-dried hair to boot. i have the shortest hair i've had in years, though mid-bicep length (the most common length you'll see in shampoo & conditioner ads) is still quite long for most.
am i going back? yes, when it all grows out. and i got their number so i can set an appointment first.
cost:
cut = Php 450
tip = Php 50. i don't know if that was an acceptable amount. it is over 10% of the cut itself.
after my ayala hair cut fail that left me light-headed, i hopefully cabbed my way back to JY Square in search of Bridges Salon.
i marched in and was pleased by how it looked inside. i took a peek at the menu on the counter and noted than a haircut for women was 450. inhale. this had better be good. as i only have a haircut once i year, i really shouldn't be so skint about spending that amount.
+ modern, clean, the actual service area shielded from reception.
- except there was no one at reception. some seconds later, someone did poke her head around to ask if i had an appointment. "uh, no. i just need a trim, and i'm desperate."
+ mercifully, i was escorted to a hair-cutting seat without further comment
- though i did wait about 10 minutes before someone got around to the actual action
the hairwasher lady was impressed by how long, nice and heavy my hair was. heavy, yes, precisely why i need it cut to a manageable length.
+ at least she didn't comment about the color. in fact, no one commented on the color. i've had salon staff arguing over whether my hair is dyed or color-treated in any way. no. have never done so. it is brown. end of story.
"i just want to keep some of the length but i really need to make it lighter."
+ stylist (who had 2 other clients to attend to in turn, but that is how these places go these days) did all the right things. asked all the right questions at all the right times, including double checking that he was snipping the right amount before actually snipping away.
- then i was passed to another lady who used a slightly too hot dryer to blow-dry all that was still attached to my head. that still took over 15 minutes. no, i don't own a blow dryer. my hair cuts are rare. having salon time to blow dry my hair even rarer.
about an hour & 15 minutes later, the final check passed all my requirements, and i had salon-smelling. blow-dried hair to boot. i have the shortest hair i've had in years, though mid-bicep length (the most common length you'll see in shampoo & conditioner ads) is still quite long for most.
am i going back? yes, when it all grows out. and i got their number so i can set an appointment first.
cost:
cut = Php 450
tip = Php 50. i don't know if that was an acceptable amount. it is over 10% of the cut itself.
light-headed
i've had my hair super long again since about 2002, averaging about 1 trim a year(!). lately its been feeling really thick and heavy--a dream for some, but it was seriously becoming a burden in cebu's strange weather (some days too cool, some days to humid) and it takes hours to dry naturally. i've even stopped using conditioner. when you have waist length hair, you can feel its weight.
today was the day i was gonna have some of it chopped. off to ayala.
~ Bench Fix (where i'd had it done the last two years)
BF receptionist: ma'am, do you prefer senior stylist A or senior stylist B?
me: it doesn't matter. i just need a simple trim
BFR: ma'am, only stylist B is here and there are about 10 people waiting
me: what about your junior stylists?
BFR: ma'am only the senior stylist cuts hair.
me: i can't wait. never mind. thanks.
*mental comment: why offer someone who is not even there?
~ Salon de Rose ( i swore off this place because the last time i asked for a 3-inch trim, they chopped off 6!)
SR receptionist hands me a sign-up sheet: ma'am, there are 3 other customers in line
me: how long is that gonna take?
SRR: around 1 hour ma'am.
me: seriously? no thank you.
i scan basement level 1 (where rustan's fresh is). there is a bruno's barber's (full), another barber (also full), and a ratty-looking Annie's (am i still in ayala cebu?). i brace myself and open the door.
~ Annie's (there is a lady in a wheelchair having her hair and toes done, two staffers hanging out, and the receptionist)
AR: ma'am what will it be?
me: i need a trim
AR looks over at ancient lady in wheelchair: is it ok ma'am, you have to wait. it takes a long time to cut her hair.
me: ah, no thanks.
holy bejesus. now i'm glad i only have to deal with this once a year, not once a month!
today was the day i was gonna have some of it chopped. off to ayala.
~ Bench Fix (where i'd had it done the last two years)
BF receptionist: ma'am, do you prefer senior stylist A or senior stylist B?
me: it doesn't matter. i just need a simple trim
BFR: ma'am, only stylist B is here and there are about 10 people waiting
me: what about your junior stylists?
BFR: ma'am only the senior stylist cuts hair.
me: i can't wait. never mind. thanks.
*mental comment: why offer someone who is not even there?
~ Salon de Rose ( i swore off this place because the last time i asked for a 3-inch trim, they chopped off 6!)
SR receptionist hands me a sign-up sheet: ma'am, there are 3 other customers in line
me: how long is that gonna take?
SRR: around 1 hour ma'am.
me: seriously? no thank you.
i scan basement level 1 (where rustan's fresh is). there is a bruno's barber's (full), another barber (also full), and a ratty-looking Annie's (am i still in ayala cebu?). i brace myself and open the door.
~ Annie's (there is a lady in a wheelchair having her hair and toes done, two staffers hanging out, and the receptionist)
AR: ma'am what will it be?
me: i need a trim
AR looks over at ancient lady in wheelchair: is it ok ma'am, you have to wait. it takes a long time to cut her hair.
me: ah, no thanks.
holy bejesus. now i'm glad i only have to deal with this once a year, not once a month!
Sunday, March 20, 2011
honorable writer
that was the salutation that greeted me when i opened an email referral from kemps. kemps is like an online blackbook for film and tv professionals. i signed up for it light years ago, have forgotten about it, and have received about 3 previous inquiries that led nowhere. this one jumped out at me.
its a chinese company looking for a writer for 40 20-minute episodes. forty.
first, i am rusty as when it comes to doing script quotations. the last one i did was for PLDT in 2009. has it been that long ago already! to put that in context, LP was just a month old when i quoted for and wrote those scripts. LP is now 1 year and nearly 8 months old.
second, i am jaded. yes. since moving to cebu, i have had more quotations that led to nothing than quotations that turned into paying projects. cebuanos pride themselves in being tihik (kuripot, stingy, but they'll define it as always looking for value for money) and it showed in my area of work. if i am lucky, i get a "sorry, project's not pushing through/not enough budget/can't afford you." IF i am lucky. otherwise, you hear zip zero zilch after being rushed to meet and submit a quotation. what'sup with absent manners, hey?
anyway, so i am still treating this new project as a maybe until the contract is signed. they have agreed in principle to the amount i am charging, and their lawyer is looking over the contract i sent.
wish me luck.
its a chinese company looking for a writer for 40 20-minute episodes. forty.
first, i am rusty as when it comes to doing script quotations. the last one i did was for PLDT in 2009. has it been that long ago already! to put that in context, LP was just a month old when i quoted for and wrote those scripts. LP is now 1 year and nearly 8 months old.
second, i am jaded. yes. since moving to cebu, i have had more quotations that led to nothing than quotations that turned into paying projects. cebuanos pride themselves in being tihik (kuripot, stingy, but they'll define it as always looking for value for money) and it showed in my area of work. if i am lucky, i get a "sorry, project's not pushing through/not enough budget/can't afford you." IF i am lucky. otherwise, you hear zip zero zilch after being rushed to meet and submit a quotation. what'sup with absent manners, hey?
anyway, so i am still treating this new project as a maybe until the contract is signed. they have agreed in principle to the amount i am charging, and their lawyer is looking over the contract i sent.
wish me luck.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
mummy's toys
its true sometimes, you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and nothing seems to go right.
that's what happened after LP's late afternoon nap today. first off, he didn't even get to sleep in a bed. he napped from S&R, through a stop in IT Park for BBB to check out the event there, and woke up when we got home, in all, about 45 minutes.
i have been re-working a funky ukay dress i bought last week. i was fine all morning, but this afternoon to evening has been painful.
LP wants the dressmaker's pins. (whine)
LP wants the seam ripper. (whine)
LP wants the dressmaking shears. (whine)
LP wants to go through my sewing (lunch) box. (whine)
and if he can't have any of those, LP wants to get the dress off my lap so he can have me. (whine)
we did go through this when LP insisted all access on BBB's toolbox, but that was just tough, because it is a proper toolbox, complete with unknown bits & bobs and rusty nails. either we cleaned it out or kept it off limits.
that's tough on LP who is so used to examining everything in the house and "helping" especially since we moved to this new house. Em with the cleaning--LP has his own mop. EB the carpenter/painter--LP gets to use a real screwdriver and paintbrush (no paint!). LP gets his own roll of teflon tape (from daddy's toolbox of course) when the plumber is here. And if someone is sweeping outside, there's a spare broom for LP of course.
tonight has been painful, and no amount of explaining that those are mummy's toys obviously won't work at his age. i just wanted to finish the dress. and i didn't help that BBB just kept on reading the BBC news online.
that's what happened after LP's late afternoon nap today. first off, he didn't even get to sleep in a bed. he napped from S&R, through a stop in IT Park for BBB to check out the event there, and woke up when we got home, in all, about 45 minutes.
i have been re-working a funky ukay dress i bought last week. i was fine all morning, but this afternoon to evening has been painful.
LP wants the dressmaker's pins. (whine)
LP wants the seam ripper. (whine)
LP wants the dressmaking shears. (whine)
LP wants to go through my sewing (lunch) box. (whine)
and if he can't have any of those, LP wants to get the dress off my lap so he can have me. (whine)
we did go through this when LP insisted all access on BBB's toolbox, but that was just tough, because it is a proper toolbox, complete with unknown bits & bobs and rusty nails. either we cleaned it out or kept it off limits.
that's tough on LP who is so used to examining everything in the house and "helping" especially since we moved to this new house. Em with the cleaning--LP has his own mop. EB the carpenter/painter--LP gets to use a real screwdriver and paintbrush (no paint!). LP gets his own roll of teflon tape (from daddy's toolbox of course) when the plumber is here. And if someone is sweeping outside, there's a spare broom for LP of course.
tonight has been painful, and no amount of explaining that those are mummy's toys obviously won't work at his age. i just wanted to finish the dress. and i didn't help that BBB just kept on reading the BBC news online.
Friday, March 18, 2011
cooking boycott
last night i declared a cooking boycott. yup. i am going on a break from cooking dinner next week. with pasta bolognese being the exception, because i still have a frozen batch of sauce from the other week. oh, and arroz a la cubana which i can cook with my eyes closed.
i saw the boycott coming. it started from the half-hearted chicken soup invention the other week, which was accompanied by the half-thought of chicken in lemon & lemongrass stew. the former because i refuse to dig into the forest of boxes to find my cookbooks while the memory of BBB's mom's chicken soup wafts in my head. the latter because i just wasn't concentrating on what i was doing.
this was still in the middle of when my boys were sick, and there was really no point cooking since they were in no state for eating. and then there was the breaded fish that decided to start to burn on the outside while remaining really moist inside (edible to BBB but LP didn't bother). and the last straw was last night's breaded chicken parmesan that decided to be tough and overcooked. bleah. don't get me wrong. i have cooked these dishes before to resounding appreciation. just not this week.
i grew up eating food that was fried to death. it was not all friend food (ah, i miss tagalog and bicolano cooking), but when it was fried, it was fried in a wok with smoking oil, fried so it was dry and crunchy, to kill all creatures not meant to be consumed in food (say, tapeworm from undercooked pork, and such).
i developed an aversion to food swimming in fat, but equally not so very well trained in appreciating the moist insides of fish and chicken (i do eat meat medium rare). so i am my own enemy. and exasperated with my recent output, the general boycott is here. i know, i should just stop deep frying things.
i saw the boycott coming. it started from the half-hearted chicken soup invention the other week, which was accompanied by the half-thought of chicken in lemon & lemongrass stew. the former because i refuse to dig into the forest of boxes to find my cookbooks while the memory of BBB's mom's chicken soup wafts in my head. the latter because i just wasn't concentrating on what i was doing.
this was still in the middle of when my boys were sick, and there was really no point cooking since they were in no state for eating. and then there was the breaded fish that decided to start to burn on the outside while remaining really moist inside (edible to BBB but LP didn't bother). and the last straw was last night's breaded chicken parmesan that decided to be tough and overcooked. bleah. don't get me wrong. i have cooked these dishes before to resounding appreciation. just not this week.
i grew up eating food that was fried to death. it was not all friend food (ah, i miss tagalog and bicolano cooking), but when it was fried, it was fried in a wok with smoking oil, fried so it was dry and crunchy, to kill all creatures not meant to be consumed in food (say, tapeworm from undercooked pork, and such).
i developed an aversion to food swimming in fat, but equally not so very well trained in appreciating the moist insides of fish and chicken (i do eat meat medium rare). so i am my own enemy. and exasperated with my recent output, the general boycott is here. i know, i should just stop deep frying things.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
so really
how am i supposed to
~ plan and cook 60 - 70% of our meals (the rest we eat out)
~ keep a home-office organized (at least the house cleaning is done by our 3x a week cleaner)
~ pick up after LP
~ entertain-educate LP (who now complains if both BBB and i are at our laptops and not minding him)
~ work with BBB on our brand
~ keep up with correspondence with close friends across 4 time zones
~ gather momentum on my own video project
~ entertain inquiries for new projects
when there are only 24 hours in a day and only one me?
really? how?
Friday, March 11, 2011
missing my friends
(originally a letter to poste and mela)
the parade continues. plumber. house owner. painter/carpenter. cleaning lady. messengers. couriers. mailman. the mailman demands we write the authorization to forward the mail from our old address. artist's yaya-less baby. accountant. collector. screen installer. mouse. yes. the mouse got trapped inside the house when we installed the back screen door. pumpkin do your job!
today, robert's 7x4 foot painting found its way closer to the wall its meant to hang on. its not up there yet.
one day we will have wardrobes in the master's bedroom, curtains on our gazillions of windows, shelves for our gazillions of books and cds, grass on the front & back lawns, vines crawling on the walls, herbs outside the kitchen window, clean sheets flapping in the breeze and little person splashing around in his kiddie pool. oh, and i will have writing projects that pay and a little sewing machine in the off-bedroom terrace that i call our cage.
in the meantime, i am glad for running water, flushing toilets, a washing machine that works, a kitchen that is 90% done, a cat that knows to pee and poop outside, and tiger balm. the hi-fi is hooked up and blaring, BBB eats as i dictate ("i'm not cooking, we're eating out") and the little person sleeps in his crib all night.
and, if i am able to pull off a lechon camping lunch in our garage and handuraw pizza with alcohol on the dining table, then coffee and dessert with you guys should be a breeze.
what? j.k. rowling isn't sharing her patent on the apparation device just yet? oh well.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
nursery school
you see, here we are. first we were just wondering what to name IT in my belly, and this week, we received a proposal from gymboree to send LP to their nursery school.
how fast is that? there we were, saying we'll cross the bridge when we get there about LP's education. indeed, the once a week Play&Learn hourly sessions aren't exactly academic, yet here we are with a proposal amounting to at least 75k for a schoolyear.
whoa. do we need this? i think 2 hours x 3 days per week (plus 1 day of 1 hour) sounds a bit hardcore for someone whose verbal repertoire consists mainly of hot, out and oh-wow. also i've read that at this stage, free and imaginative play is more important than a structured learning environment.
so, what to do? we are considering it, and will make time to attend the gymboree nursery briefing next saturday. also, it doesn't have to be gymboree. will investigate my playroom, for instance.
how fast is that? there we were, saying we'll cross the bridge when we get there about LP's education. indeed, the once a week Play&Learn hourly sessions aren't exactly academic, yet here we are with a proposal amounting to at least 75k for a schoolyear.
whoa. do we need this? i think 2 hours x 3 days per week (plus 1 day of 1 hour) sounds a bit hardcore for someone whose verbal repertoire consists mainly of hot, out and oh-wow. also i've read that at this stage, free and imaginative play is more important than a structured learning environment.
so, what to do? we are considering it, and will make time to attend the gymboree nursery briefing next saturday. also, it doesn't have to be gymboree. will investigate my playroom, for instance.
Monday, March 7, 2011
sunday score
4.5 hours spent at chong hua e.r. having BBB diagnosed. gastroenteritis.
1.5 hours spent waiting for LP to be diagnosed. inconclusive. "see your pedia tomorrow"
215 pesos. the price of a Savory Chicken meal which i decided to share with LP for lunch while BBB was drinking a dextrose through his arm
0 amount that LP consumed of the meal.
65 my father's age that day (which possible would have been celebrated at Savory in Malate) had he lived beyond 42
635 amount spent on ukay after BBB dropped me off from chong hua. this includes 2 dresses, 2 tops, 2 unbranded skirts, 1 dramatic luisa spagnoli red silk skirt and 50-peso skirts by betsy johnson and dolce & gabanna
6 pesos for a pack of tissues from a convenience store along jones to fix my runny nose
30 pesos for 2 kinds of bananas--latundan and saba--on my way home
2 number of times LP threw up
bleah.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
...and money escapes from your purse like sand
from a cost point of view, march 2's trip to SM looks like this:
82 cab fare (new meter & new rates)
985 PLDT bill
331.80 MCWD bill
3 sm's handling fee for MCWD
309.25 bits & bobs at Ace hardware
268 Sbarro's horrible slice of chicago white pizza & half a baked ziti
364.75 tops for LP at sm dept. store. the pique shirt was 50% from 450
3,000 3-months advanced payment at Smart Bro
110 1 hour of play at Dave's funhouse
199 BluPrint magazine
185 3 pretzels & a drink at Auntie Anne's (only 1.5 pretzels consumed)
3,000 Globe mobile bill, of which 2600 was mobile surfing. never again!
980 for 1000 load card for BBB
70 cab ride home, old meter, with tip
Php 9,887.80 total
horrible. albeit 3k was advance payment and another 3k was mostly a mistake to be dearly paid for.
in sad contrast, the current daily rate for a carpenter in cebu is between Php320-350
*sigh*
82 cab fare (new meter & new rates)
985 PLDT bill
331.80 MCWD bill
3 sm's handling fee for MCWD
309.25 bits & bobs at Ace hardware
268 Sbarro's horrible slice of chicago white pizza & half a baked ziti
364.75 tops for LP at sm dept. store. the pique shirt was 50% from 450
3,000 3-months advanced payment at Smart Bro
110 1 hour of play at Dave's funhouse
199 BluPrint magazine
185 3 pretzels & a drink at Auntie Anne's (only 1.5 pretzels consumed)
3,000 Globe mobile bill, of which 2600 was mobile surfing. never again!
980 for 1000 load card for BBB
70 cab ride home, old meter, with tip
Php 9,887.80 total
horrible. albeit 3k was advance payment and another 3k was mostly a mistake to be dearly paid for.
in sad contrast, the current daily rate for a carpenter in cebu is between Php320-350
*sigh*
time flies fast when you move in slo-mo...
i glanced at my previous post and mentally exclaimed: holy kamote! its march 2? and its march 3 as i write this. i knew the first quarter of 2011 was gonna storm past, what with beginning the year with the end of a UK holiday, the house move, and the kiwi wedding. but march 3?!
and consider how march 2 was spent (still on time budget sheet mode)
8:00 LP woke up, BBB and i woke up
9:00 showered & beginning breakfast, thinking, SM for errands today, but it doesn't open til 10am. spent the hour directing our 3days-a-week helper Em. i taught her to use the washing machine to wash the sofa & cushion covers which hadn't been washed since they were unboxed in 2008, and prior to that god knows. more on this in a later post
10:00 get in cab with LP and the pushchair
10:10 browse in some shops in the new wing. i consider browsing my payment for all the hardcore chore-doing. i smugly buy nothing. not even stuff on sale
10:30 LP falls asleep as i queu at SM dept. store's bills payment center. did i say there are about 15 people ahead of me?
10:55 done paying MCWD & PLDT bills
11:00 in Ace hardware to look for a plug for the bath, springs for my bouncy toy project for LP, a padlock for our cage, and to browse for other possibly useful things.
11:50 LP wakes up at the Ace check-out. time for lunch
12:00 lunch as Sbarro's pizza in the basement where i learn the chicago white pizza is gross(pepperoni, 3 bits of pineapple, sweet-sour cheap ham, doughdoughdough & a bland topping meant to be white cheese). i used to like sbarro's. LP didn't think much of their baked ziti
12:45 roll into SM Dept. store's children's wear to score 2 printed vests and a collared pique shirt for LP.
1:10 roll into Smart Bro to claim my retention gift (a western digital external drive) and pay the internet subscription 3 months ahead so i won't have to spend an hour for the next 3 months doing so
2:10 nappy change and an hour at Dave's funhouse where LP has a great time playing
3:20 out of Dave's and poopy nappy change then into Our Home for cupboard, curtains & shelves ideas. bought an issue of BluPrint. not sure when i'll have time to read it
3:45 walk back to Globe to pay my mobile bill at their machine
4:10 snack at Auntie Anne's pretzels. their dough has been released by customs! LP ate 1/3 of a plain one with sprinkle bits of my cinnamon sugar
4:30 browse our way to a kiosk selling cellphone load cards for BBB. LP falls asleep. and sleeps all the way to the house.
I MUST REMEMBER TO ENROLL ALL THESE BILLS ACCOUNTS BACK INTO INTERNET BANKING
and consider how march 2 was spent (still on time budget sheet mode)
8:00 LP woke up, BBB and i woke up
9:00 showered & beginning breakfast, thinking, SM for errands today, but it doesn't open til 10am. spent the hour directing our 3days-a-week helper Em. i taught her to use the washing machine to wash the sofa & cushion covers which hadn't been washed since they were unboxed in 2008, and prior to that god knows. more on this in a later post
10:00 get in cab with LP and the pushchair
10:10 browse in some shops in the new wing. i consider browsing my payment for all the hardcore chore-doing. i smugly buy nothing. not even stuff on sale
10:30 LP falls asleep as i queu at SM dept. store's bills payment center. did i say there are about 15 people ahead of me?
10:55 done paying MCWD & PLDT bills
11:00 in Ace hardware to look for a plug for the bath, springs for my bouncy toy project for LP, a padlock for our cage, and to browse for other possibly useful things.
11:50 LP wakes up at the Ace check-out. time for lunch
12:00 lunch as Sbarro's pizza in the basement where i learn the chicago white pizza is gross(pepperoni, 3 bits of pineapple, sweet-sour cheap ham, doughdoughdough & a bland topping meant to be white cheese). i used to like sbarro's. LP didn't think much of their baked ziti
12:45 roll into SM Dept. store's children's wear to score 2 printed vests and a collared pique shirt for LP.
1:10 roll into Smart Bro to claim my retention gift (a western digital external drive) and pay the internet subscription 3 months ahead so i won't have to spend an hour for the next 3 months doing so
2:10 nappy change and an hour at Dave's funhouse where LP has a great time playing
3:20 out of Dave's and poopy nappy change then into Our Home for cupboard, curtains & shelves ideas. bought an issue of BluPrint. not sure when i'll have time to read it
3:45 walk back to Globe to pay my mobile bill at their machine
4:10 snack at Auntie Anne's pretzels. their dough has been released by customs! LP ate 1/3 of a plain one with sprinkle bits of my cinnamon sugar
4:30 browse our way to a kiosk selling cellphone load cards for BBB. LP falls asleep. and sleeps all the way to the house.
I MUST REMEMBER TO ENROLL ALL THESE BILLS ACCOUNTS BACK INTO INTERNET BANKING
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
time budget sheet
when 2011 was rolling in, i thought to revert to my elementary school practice of creating a time budget sheet to sort myself out. essentially, its a time-based graph of your daily schedule. obviously, i haven't done it yet.
here's the current simplified version:
8:00 - 9:00* start waking up
9:00 - 9:30 shower, with or without LP
9:30 - 10:00 breakfast with LP (if his daddy showers with him before i do as is usually the case, LP's breakfast takes an hour. or part I with daddy and part II with me, with some play in between)
10:00 - 11:30 random chores, random play with LP
11:30 - 12:30* LP naps, i check mail
12:30 - 1:00 LP wakes up, i assemble lunch
1:00 - 5:00 random chores, random play with LP with LP snack in between
5:00 - 7:00 tea break for BBB & me, Pumpkin gets her dinner, i get to sit down at my laptop and end up doing one of the following: address my inboxes, check Batty Cat's inbox and do random work. by 6:30 i am assembling dinner in my head.
7:00 - 7:30 LP wakes up, time to assemble dinner
7:30 - 8:30 dinner time
8:30 - 9:30 random chores, random play
9:30 - 10:00 LP's bedtime routine of bath, some books/play and bottle. if i am lucky, BBB does this and i can go back to my laptop.
10:00 - 12:00 laptop time. and here i end up randomly surfing
i have two things i need to do:
1) i need to block the random chores together to free up more time so i can
2) get longer computer hours so i can get real work done.
in the past year, the short slots of sitting at my laptop rarely results in serious work. i am theslowtostartandcanfinishwitharelishkind. there are things i actually want to do and am starting to resent household chores in a serious manner. i'd rather play with LP than do another chore. i'd rather make things than do another chore. i'd rather sort our my photos than do another chore. i'd rather write than do another chore. now tell that to the me who did not have any househelp after age 7 and did not mind household chores. see what she says. argument with the selves. started last year.
here's the current simplified version:
8:00 - 9:00* start waking up
9:00 - 9:30 shower, with or without LP
9:30 - 10:00 breakfast with LP (if his daddy showers with him before i do as is usually the case, LP's breakfast takes an hour. or part I with daddy and part II with me, with some play in between)
10:00 - 11:30 random chores, random play with LP
11:30 - 12:30* LP naps, i check mail
12:30 - 1:00 LP wakes up, i assemble lunch
1:00 - 5:00 random chores, random play with LP with LP snack in between
5:00 - 7:00 tea break for BBB & me, Pumpkin gets her dinner, i get to sit down at my laptop and end up doing one of the following: address my inboxes, check Batty Cat's inbox and do random work. by 6:30 i am assembling dinner in my head.
7:00 - 7:30 LP wakes up, time to assemble dinner
7:30 - 8:30 dinner time
8:30 - 9:30 random chores, random play
9:30 - 10:00 LP's bedtime routine of bath, some books/play and bottle. if i am lucky, BBB does this and i can go back to my laptop.
10:00 - 12:00 laptop time. and here i end up randomly surfing
i have two things i need to do:
1) i need to block the random chores together to free up more time so i can
2) get longer computer hours so i can get real work done.
in the past year, the short slots of sitting at my laptop rarely results in serious work. i am theslowtostartandcanfinishwitharelishkind. there are things i actually want to do and am starting to resent household chores in a serious manner. i'd rather play with LP than do another chore. i'd rather make things than do another chore. i'd rather sort our my photos than do another chore. i'd rather write than do another chore. now tell that to the me who did not have any househelp after age 7 and did not mind household chores. see what she says. argument with the selves. started last year.
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