Note to self: Helga. When you’ve just come home from a nine-hour shift at work (plus half an hour of unpaid overtime and a one-hour commute) and you didn’t get much sleep the previous day, the smart thing to do is take a quick shower and hit the sack. You don’t work out for half an hour. You don’t clean out your drawers. You don’t do the dishes. You don’t make a grocery list. You don’t sort your laundry. You don’t take your 6-kilos of sorted laundry to the washers. You don’t go to the supermarket to tick off items on your grocery list. You don’t spend twenty minutes cooking chicken and making a salad afterwards. You just DON’T. Because you’ll wake up with achy joints, a blasted headache, and a half-functioning brain that you’ll have to deal with until 4am the next day. Also, you’ll be sleepy.

Several things about the inhabitants of unit 2A. Or, several things about us as a household:

We are a house of juice-drinkers. We can only go for one day without fruit juice before one of us gives in and heads to the nearest sari-sari store to buy a litro pack of Tang. Well, not really, cos we’re not squatter like that. But don’t be surprised if we come knocking on your door with a glass in hand, asking for juice (and perhaps rum and tuition money). In exchange for sexual favors, if you play nice (like give us rum and tuition money).

We store our things on the floor. We don’t know what those nifty box-like things mounted on our kitchen walls are for (the ones with the little white knobs with rose imprints on the doors), but they’re pretty cool. Same goes for the rectangular things under the kitchen counters; the ones that appear when you pull them out, and then disappear when you push them back in? Awesome, right? Anyway, they make these nifty creaking and slamming sounds when we open and close them. Sometimes, when I need a good waking up, I do that for a few minutes until my ears hurt and I have successfully woken up another housemate.

We’re all really men, which should explain the abundance of condoms strewn randomly around the house. Okay, so that’s not true. It’s just that I emptied out one of my drawers and threw away A WHOLE LOTTA JUNK, including two empty bottles of lube, several condoms, and an ex-lover’s toothbrush. Said drawer now contains a Bible, a rosary, and an El Shaddai handkerchief. In blue.

It’s quite refreshing how seemingly content I am with how mundane my life currently is. I’m starting to fall into this comfortably boring routine of work, domesticity, and the standard weekend rum-a-thon with friends. And camwhoring.

(Yay, I finally figured out how to play with my camera settings. I hate that my stupid Cybershot doesn’t have manual mode.)

That’s all.