Weekend QT

I was supposed to ship off a tiered tulle skirt from our site yesterday when I realized I failed to book a shipment with Xend. And just as I headed out the door to send using our trusty JRS Express, Mama told me not to because the Guadalupe branch moved someplace else. Also, it was 6PM already (JRS closes at around this time) and yes, it was my fault because I procrASStinated as per usual. The good side of it was that from my normal production time of the skirt which was what, a whole day, I improved efficiency by 21hours. Is that right? What I meant is that I finished the skirt in three hours, not like I used to. I felt good. So to make up for missing the shipment, I offered to meet the customer where she was today, in Tomas Morato cor. Timog Avenue in Quezon City.

I used the shipping fee from her payment to take me there. I am seriously broke. Besides, that is how it's supposed to be. And because I was saving money and I did not know how to get back to the highway except by taxi, I walked. I walked maybe a quarter or half a mile from Morato to EDSA. Alone. In the afternoon. This summer. Surprisingly, it was a really nice, "quiet" time for myself, and a good form of exercise. Heaven knows I need to shed off what needs to be. And because the thought of climbing a flight of stairs (even if it's an escalator) makes me feel tired, I took the bus. In EDSA. Alone. In the afternoon. Traffic. And I liked it because bus rides along EDSA take so long, it's a pastime!

I headed to Market! Market! mall to cash in G-Cash to my number so I can pay for Nadine's online buy. She can't take care of it at the moment because girlfriend's in Singapore, while the rest of us mere mortals are reveling in third world city life. I liked that I was alone today. I always take delight in moments I can be independent. What usually happens when I'm with somebody somewhere, I most often just get lost in the company I don't get to enjoy the place anymore. Not that I don't like the company, it's complicated to elaborate. I went through the department store, the "Fashion Market" and boutiques, checking out the competition... spying. To make it legit, let's call it Market Research.

I have to take a page from my optimistic friend Giki, and say that the clothes I saw with their price ranges and their workmanship made me feel "challenged." Some of them were really easy to DIY and yet they cost you your life, you know? Or maybe just a week's worth of your salary. Some of them were still easy to DIY but they cost as much as they are worth, and even lower than what I could produce at home myself. And then I just thanked the high heavens because some people like shopping online (especially those who aren't in the same city) they forget how awesome malls could be.

May I also add I liked the alone time because I was half hoping Susan Miller was right. No knight in shining armor though, and I think I would like it that way for now. :)