As an internet addict that I am – internet addict being someone who doesn’t have anything else to do – everyday, I get a lots of greetings from friends asking me how I am. Sometimes, the answer has been generic, often answered without thinking. “Im ok” is usually the first one that pops out of the screen. Sometimes ‘Im good’, often “ok”. It’s good enough that they see that im ok. The tears that fall out as I type the words “Im ok” doesn’t have to be highlighted.
My day is almost always the same. The alarm hits at 6:15am. I get up. Turn it on snooze then sleep back in. Dave would call at 630am, I say hello and then I would ask him to call me back (which means wake me up again) at 7am. He would, by the dot, call me again at 7am. Then I’d look at the door and I could see the morning light creeping in, so I get up. I make coffee, cook rice, turn the shower on (coz it takes a while for the heater to work, that means more water wastes) and look in my closet and figure out what should I wear for today – all in 3 minutes. Then I hit the shower, dress up, take it off, look for another set of clothes, stand in the chair inside my room so I can see my feet in the mirror, take out my breakfast from the microwave then blow dry my hair while I drink my coffee. The clock hits 735. Then I would put on my company badge (never leave home without it or I cant make the elevator work), brush my hair, put powder on my face, go to the bathroom mirror to check my face, then go to my room to check my face again. Mirrors lie so I have to do it twice. By this time I would be putting my cellphone in the mp3 mode and sticking it in my slacks while saying goodbye to my mom or my sis on skype who has been there online waking me up since 6am. Get my bags, leave the house, lock the door, play my mp3 and walk off to work. I would usually finish 3 or 4 songs, depending on how fast the traffic lights change. Songs are usually accompanied by prayers of “Lord, please don’t let it rain” chants. I don’t want to be drenched when I get to the office. I call Dave and wake him up to walk me to the office. you can’t really make a sensible conversation with a sleepy person, but its enough to keep me company while I cross the streets.
Then I stay in the office for good 8 hours. Half of it spent on working, half of it on trying to look as if im working.
5:15pm hits the clock and I start cleaning my ‘made up’ desk mess. Pull my bags out of the drawers, tuck my mp3 on pockets and head out the door after shutting down my laptop. I would pray silently that I don’t have anybody with me at the elevator…I just don’t like looking awkward in a silent space. Dave usually calls me by the time I head out the door so he can walk me home.
Then i walk and walk and walk. This time takes a little more time to get home. Traffic lights change colors a little bit longer. When I get there, I open my mailbox—which is usually empty but I like to pretend I correspond with a lot of people—then head inside my home. Put down my bags, turn my laptop on, turn the tv on, change clothes, wash dishes, cook rice, think of what to eat for dinner, then microwave some stuff. Sit in front of the laptop, turn the tv on mute and start chatting with my mom. Wait for another hour till my old coworkers get to their offices, buzz them, chat with them for a while. Wait for people to buzz me, thinking of who to buzz too. Dave calls me around 9pm, ask me if I ate dinner already then I eat dinner coz I forgot I haven’t eaten dinner yet. We get on skpe, see each other, smile at each other and then make fun of each other. We talk and surf the net at the same time. he talks about his day and I talk to him about my day while chatting with lots and lots of friends. Multitasking 101. so good at it. then we get tired and sleepy and he tells me that we should sleep already so we say our good nights. He sleeps and I pretend to be asleep. I go online until 1am. Then I go to sleep.
Then another day comes and the same thing happens.
It has been a routine. No I am not complaining. I like it the way it is. Silence tames me. it’s relaxing and soothing. i can hear my thoughts much more clearer.
A few months back and it has been more ‘rigid’. Clothes to wear and lunch were prepared the night before. Waking time was way much earlier. Walking time started way earlier. On the dot, by the dot. But I learned to just relax and enjoy the ride.
But the next few weeks are going to be a lot more quiet. Waaay way quiet. Dave wont be here to call me and wake me up in the morning. He wont be calling me during lunch. He wont be calling me anymore to walk me to work or walk me home. He wont be calling me in the evenings and wont be forcing me to go to bed
I guess it’ll be a much lonelier life.
It is again back to the old life.
Thank God I have internet.
Buzz me more, people.
My day is almost always the same. The alarm hits at 6:15am. I get up. Turn it on snooze then sleep back in. Dave would call at 630am, I say hello and then I would ask him to call me back (which means wake me up again) at 7am. He would, by the dot, call me again at 7am. Then I’d look at the door and I could see the morning light creeping in, so I get up. I make coffee, cook rice, turn the shower on (coz it takes a while for the heater to work, that means more water wastes) and look in my closet and figure out what should I wear for today – all in 3 minutes. Then I hit the shower, dress up, take it off, look for another set of clothes, stand in the chair inside my room so I can see my feet in the mirror, take out my breakfast from the microwave then blow dry my hair while I drink my coffee. The clock hits 735. Then I would put on my company badge (never leave home without it or I cant make the elevator work), brush my hair, put powder on my face, go to the bathroom mirror to check my face, then go to my room to check my face again. Mirrors lie so I have to do it twice. By this time I would be putting my cellphone in the mp3 mode and sticking it in my slacks while saying goodbye to my mom or my sis on skype who has been there online waking me up since 6am. Get my bags, leave the house, lock the door, play my mp3 and walk off to work. I would usually finish 3 or 4 songs, depending on how fast the traffic lights change. Songs are usually accompanied by prayers of “Lord, please don’t let it rain” chants. I don’t want to be drenched when I get to the office. I call Dave and wake him up to walk me to the office. you can’t really make a sensible conversation with a sleepy person, but its enough to keep me company while I cross the streets.
Then I stay in the office for good 8 hours. Half of it spent on working, half of it on trying to look as if im working.
5:15pm hits the clock and I start cleaning my ‘made up’ desk mess. Pull my bags out of the drawers, tuck my mp3 on pockets and head out the door after shutting down my laptop. I would pray silently that I don’t have anybody with me at the elevator…I just don’t like looking awkward in a silent space. Dave usually calls me by the time I head out the door so he can walk me home.
Then i walk and walk and walk. This time takes a little more time to get home. Traffic lights change colors a little bit longer. When I get there, I open my mailbox—which is usually empty but I like to pretend I correspond with a lot of people—then head inside my home. Put down my bags, turn my laptop on, turn the tv on, change clothes, wash dishes, cook rice, think of what to eat for dinner, then microwave some stuff. Sit in front of the laptop, turn the tv on mute and start chatting with my mom. Wait for another hour till my old coworkers get to their offices, buzz them, chat with them for a while. Wait for people to buzz me, thinking of who to buzz too. Dave calls me around 9pm, ask me if I ate dinner already then I eat dinner coz I forgot I haven’t eaten dinner yet. We get on skpe, see each other, smile at each other and then make fun of each other. We talk and surf the net at the same time. he talks about his day and I talk to him about my day while chatting with lots and lots of friends. Multitasking 101. so good at it. then we get tired and sleepy and he tells me that we should sleep already so we say our good nights. He sleeps and I pretend to be asleep. I go online until 1am. Then I go to sleep.
Then another day comes and the same thing happens.
It has been a routine. No I am not complaining. I like it the way it is. Silence tames me. it’s relaxing and soothing. i can hear my thoughts much more clearer.
A few months back and it has been more ‘rigid’. Clothes to wear and lunch were prepared the night before. Waking time was way much earlier. Walking time started way earlier. On the dot, by the dot. But I learned to just relax and enjoy the ride.
But the next few weeks are going to be a lot more quiet. Waaay way quiet. Dave wont be here to call me and wake me up in the morning. He wont be calling me during lunch. He wont be calling me anymore to walk me to work or walk me home. He wont be calling me in the evenings and wont be forcing me to go to bed
I guess it’ll be a much lonelier life.
It is again back to the old life.
Thank God I have internet.
Buzz me more, people.
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