Archive for June, 2011

One Glass of Soda A Day

Posted in Uncategorized, work on June 24, 2011 by hangingbridge

Oh no! I’m creating a really bad habit of drinking soda everyday.  Even though I don’t finish the entire glass of rootbeer, I can still feel my kidneys and tummy complaining with every gulp of the carbonated drink. I think my pancreas is also going to complain about it.  If it gets fed up, then it will probably resort to give me diabetes.

I’ve been drinking soda for the past four days and I don’t like it.  I think those combo meals make it really hard not to drink soda.  It feels like you’re wasting money if you don’t drink them.

But come to think of it, I will be wasting more time and money if I get sick.  So on Monday, I’d decline the glass of soda.  I also left the stub I got this morning.  It says there that I’m going to have a free upsize for my soda drink on my next visit.  I left it on the table and is up for grabs.


I went window shopping in 7 Eleven awhile ago.  I was looking at all the junk foods they are offering.  But none appealed to me.  I left with nothing.  It was good exercise though.


Currently, I’m working in a company where most employees are complaining everyday without exception.  I don’t know how they do it but the management makes it a point to harass the employees with some threat or reminder.

I think they’re power tripping because of the bond they are withholding from their employees.


I’m going to leave this company as soon as the contract ends.  It’s too bad.  I like that it’s so easy to work here.  And I feel the same kind of fulfillment when I work in another company or field.  But then, the management is ruining everything, not just for me, but for the rest of us.


Coffee Can’t Help Me

Posted in food on June 9, 2011 by hangingbridge

Coffee has turned into one of my security blankets the same way other people see their coffee. People say they can’t wake up or start working without having their daily intake of caffeine. They need the smell and the taste of coffee in their system.

I love coffee basically because of the way it taste. And somehow, it picks me but maybe this is all just psychological crap on my part. It really doesn’t do much to me just the same way as water does.

I don’t easily palpitate with coffee. In fact, I haven’t palpitated by drinking coffee.

I started drinking coffee when I was in fourth grade. My father started to prepare half cup of coffee for my sister and me. It was him that started our addiction… ehem… our love for coffee. Ironically, my father is not a coffee drinker. He’d rather have hot tea or warm water. I think he just saw the need for us to have coffee at such an early age because it was so hard for us to wake up early in the morning.

My sister and I are so sluggish that my father had to say everything in a booming voice every morning so that we could pay attention. I think it’s tiring for him to do that all the time, hence, he saw it fit to have reinforcements like coffee.

But right now, I feel that coffee won’t do me any good.  It’s not an energy drink.  There’s not enough caffeine in one cup that could pump my adrenaline in order to pay attention at work today.

Ugh! It is really hard when you’re running out of energy.  I haven’t been listening to my students enough to understand what they were trying to tell me in class.

You can never rely on coffee to help you do a good job most of the time.


Posted in Uncategorized on June 3, 2011 by hangingbridge

I am so darn sleepy. I am yawning while having class. I just wish my students don’t notice it. Also, I’m not really listening to what they’re saying. My head is floating despite the cup of coffee I’m drinking right now.

My eyelids are not the only ones that feel heavy right now. My whole body is about to give way. I couldn’t sit upright.

I slept late last night like most work nights. I like to think that I’m able to juggle two jobs a day but I don’t really find it easy.

I’m also not able to sleep in between jobs because when my daughter wakes up, I prefer playing with her. Snuggling with her keeps me awake. I should have brought my baby to work.

She’s my cup of coffee.