An Orgy of Laziness

Just like Mr. Single Guy, the last days of the departing year when you have to go to work makes me feel like it is SO difficult to move and do the usual religious performance of work.

These are days you feel more like indulging into an orgy of laziness, staring blankly at the surroundings, doing nothing, thinking idly or talk nonstop (with somebody, of course) about events, and people.

The pile of work stares back at you but you feel pigheaded and still choose to stare back, too, and do nothing. The outcome of the year, be it good or bad, does not count as reason to me. I just feel ecstatically lazy during this holiday season. After all, the air still makes my bones feel that it is though Christmas day is over.

I guess the cramming days aren’t over.

Some Like It Hot

Most of my friends like to take a COLD bath in the morning, even if the weather is chilly. I don’t. I like it HOT.

I cannot take a cold bath. Aside from the goose bumps I get just dipping a finger tip into a pail of cold water, I will later have colds. My resistance to colds or to viral infections of the nose, throat and the bronchial tubes is not working to full capacity. In short, I am weak when it comes to colds.

Actually, my bath does not really have to be hot but lukewarm just enough to get rid of that unbearable degree of chill. Just enough to make me enjoy the relaxation one gets when taking a bath.

Some say cold baths are better than warm or hot baths. I prefer the latter. I remember a pretty PE teacher told me that hot baths open the pores of the skin so for the finale, one has to finish it with a splash or two of cold water. When the pores of the skin are open, the body becomes more susceptible to colds, she added. So to close the pores, finish the bath with cold water. I don’t remember doing that anymore.

I read from Encarta that therapeutic baths, which include hot, cold, medicated and mineral, serve as either stimulating or sedative or medicinal media. I think I’d go with stimulating though it is not advised for long duration. That is what I need… for now.

An Orgy of Laziness

Just like Mr. Single Guy, the last days of the departing year when you have to go to work makes me feel like it is SO difficult to move and do the usual religious performance of work.

These are days you feel more like indulging into an orgy of laziness, staring blankly at the surroundings, doing nothing, thinking idly or talk nonstop (with somebody, of course) about events, and people.

The pile of work stares back at you but you feel pigheaded and still choose to stare back, too, and do nothing. The outcome of the year, be it good or bad, does not count as reason to me. I just feel ecstatically lazy during this holiday season. After all, the air still makes my bones feel that it is though Christmas day is over.

I guess the cramming days aren’t over.

An Orgy of Laziness

Just like Mr. Single Guy, the last days of the departing year when you have to go to work makes me feel like it is SO difficult to move and do the usual religious performance of work.

These are days you feel more like indulging into an orgy of laziness, staring blankly at the surroundings, doing nothing, thinking idly or talk nonstop (with somebody, of course) about events, and people.

The pile of work stares back at you but you feel pigheaded and still choose to stare back, too, and do nothing. The outcome of the year, be it good or bad, does not count as reason to me. I just feel ecstatically lazy during this holiday season. After all, the air still makes my bones feel that it is though Christmas day is over.

I guess the cramming days aren’t over.

Some Like It Hot

Most of my friends like to take a COLD bath in the morning, even if the weather is chilly. I don’t. I like it HOT.

I cannot take a cold bath. Aside from the goose bumps I get just dipping a finger tip into a pail of cold water, I will later have colds. My resistance to colds or to viral infections of the nose, throat and the bronchial tubes is not working to full capacity. In short, I am weak when it comes to colds.

Actually, my bath does not really have to be hot but lukewarm just enough to get rid of that unbearable degree of chill. Just enough to make me enjoy the relaxation one gets when taking a bath.

Some say cold baths are better than warm or hot baths. I prefer the latter. I remember a pretty PE teacher told me that hot baths open the pores of the skin so for the finale, one has to finish it with a splash or two of cold water. When the pores of the skin are open, the body becomes more susceptible to colds, she added. So to close the pores, finish the bath with cold water. I don’t remember doing that anymore.

I read from Encarta that therapeutic baths, which include hot, cold, medicated and mineral, serve as either stimulating or sedative or medicinal media. I think I’d go with stimulating though it is not advised for long duration. That is what I need… for now.

Some Like It Hot

Most of my friends like to take a COLD bath in the morning, even if the weather is chilly. I don’t. I like it HOT.I cannot take a cold bath. Aside from the goose bumps I get just dipping a finger tip into a pail of cold water, I will later have colds. My resistance to colds or to viral infections of the nose, throat and the bronchial tubes is not working to full capacity. In short, I am weak when it comes to colds.

Actually, my bath does not really have to be hot but lukewarm just enough to get rid of that unbearable degree of chill. Just enough to make me enjoy the relaxation one gets when taking a bath.

Some say cold baths are better than warm or hot baths. I prefer the latter. I remember a pretty PE teacher told me that hot baths open the pores of the skin so for the finale, one has to finish it with a splash or two of cold water. When the pores of the skin are open, the body becomes more susceptible to colds, she added. So to close the pores, finish the bath with cold water. I don’t remember doing that anymore.

I read from Encarta that therapeutic baths, which include hot, cold, medicated and mineral, serve as either stimulating or sedative or medicinal media. I think I’d go with stimulating though it is not advised for long duration. That is what I need… for now.

The Art of Gift-Giving

Do you have to expect a gift when you give one? Gifts are things bestowed to give pleasure or to show gratitude. One cannot expect that the ‘donee’ feels the same toward the ‘donor’.

I give gifts because a person holds an important place in my heart. In whatever form, gifts to me are symbols of friendship, fondness, and in some instances necessities to an occasion. I give gifts to tell someone that “I love you”, “I like you”, “I remember you” or “You are important to me” albeit indirectly. I do not expect anything in return.

Gifts are bonds, links or bridges. They should not be belittled nor taken for granted. It is not important if they cost little, or if they are not something I expect. It is the thought that counts. But it is an obvious fact that there are gifts I like very much – those that respond to a need at the moment, or those that resolve want of something. For example, a book given to me in a particular occasion answers my voracious need of something that is worth reading.

An officemate gave me a gift which she left on my table while I was not in my room. I sent a text message of thanks not mentioning that I will reciprocate her deed by giving a gift. I don’t really plan to give her anyway for some reasons. She did not reply but I saw her when I went down to the office where she is and thank her simply for the gift. The reply was a trite, “Haaa?” (Can you guess now why I don’t like to give her a gift?) But being pressured with that remark and a preceding text message from her that goes “Lord, bless this person, bait po ‘yan at feel ko siya ang unang-unang magreregalo sa akin ngayong Pasko”, I gave her a gift.

It is so easy to get a gift for a friend but for me, I don’t want a gift because I asked someone to give me a gift. It is not something given because someone was pressured or was forced. It must be coming from the heart, given with free will.

Then I gave her the gift with the wishy-washy, “O, Merry Christmas!” Not a ‘Thank you” followed. I was not expecting the ‘thank you’ but I was expecting that she would deny me that because of disappointment. Her gift was pricey than what I gave her.