Woke up late this morning. 8:15. Work @9:00am. And nobody bothered to tap my shoulder to wake me up and say “late ka na!” Fine. And the world seemed to be against me when busses failed to come on a 5 busses per minute rate (”may bus strike ba ngayon? Ano ba?“). Good thing MRT wasn’t acting-up or else I’m doomed. And again, I got an e-mail from the HR about me being late. Rawr.
I need to ‘manage’ my time. Because for some reason, my body demands 8 hours of sleep. I wish I had my high school body clock - 4 hours of sleep is A-ok. Include not sleeping for exam days. I started to lose this ’skill’ when I went to college. And now, I somehow lost it. Haay.
Time management blah.
I need to wake up at around 6am (at least) so I can leave at arounf 7. That gives me 2 hours of travel time - ample enough to just ride the bus from Monumento to Ortigas. But just to be safe, I’ll brave the “rush hour period” of MRT.
So, if I can get to work by 9am, I can leave by 6pm, and go home.
Go home right after work? Err, as if. I want to walk around after work. Maybe meet-up with boyfriend or just stroll around the mall, window shopping. I HAVE TO CHANGE THIS. I need to sleep early. Rawr.
I need determination. Self-reminder: Bernard might work night-shift, so I have to be off by 6 so I can spend time with him before he goes to work.
Rant rant rant. Babble babble babble.