19 May 2010
2204 hours
The Matchbox
I am blogging. It is a vent for me. I need to give words to my thoughts. The thoughts that keep bubbling under, form hazy images, and fade away, at a speed that could give light a run for its money. Exaggeration at its best. Neverthless, point made.
Currently interning at a firm that handles events and PR of festivals, my routine keeps me busy, physically. Get up in the morning, snooze for half hour, get up for good for the day, look at self in the mirror, make a gazillion faces, get ready, make breakfast, pack lunch, eat breakfast, leave house, walk, catch the bus, sit in bus, get off the bus, walk, reach office before the boss, turn up the blinds, switch on work station, select music of the day, check emails, check news, facebook, twitter, scour LGBT Film Festivals around the world, meet the boss, meet the cute guy, attempt to make coffee/ tea for the boss, fail, learn from the boss, laugh, work, lunch, walk, work, coffee again, laugh, work, take leave, walk back home, meet people on the way, chat, laugh, make fun, reach home, make dinner, watch film, think of the cute guy, stare at screen, worry about dissertation, take bath, write diary, sleep.
Cool?
Not.
Routines can be re-read as rhythms of life. Its not always bad. There are times when you unknowingly tap your feet to it. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat is such a pretty thought. Tapping to the rhythm of routine. Makes it sound a whole lot better.:)
ReplyDeleteThat said, we gotta change the beats occasionally. Keeps us going it does.
funny thing abt work is this unending string of actions repeat themselves day in and day out without fail.
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