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Title: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on May 13th, 2004, 1:27pm I have so much to do but i feel lazy doing it so i'm doing nothing and there's no one here to do anything with, so i'm creating my first blog. 2:19 am on the computer clock. A customer just paid for 5 hours use of the internet. Arrggghhhhhhh!!! Tried calling home. No one picks up the phone. They must all be comatose. Stared at my screen. Stared at my toes. Let's see how long i can stare at my toes without blinking....hmmmmm.... i blink too much. 2 minutes. Back at the screen. There's technical descriptions to type. Eight more blocks, with ten lots each. By the time i'm done typing, my fingers will hurt, i'm gonna get cross-eyed. Why do i have to work when every fiber in my body wants to crawl to bed and sleep? This is crap. Crap. Crap. |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by MissFartyPants on May 13th, 2004, 9:44pm Hiya Bite_me! Ya don't bite do ya? ;D Welcome to the forum! |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on May 15th, 2004, 2:02am Hey there Miss Farty. ;D No I don't bite. I want to be bitten though. :P Anyone??? Thanks for the welcome. As an afterthought, i assume you fart all the time??? (@ lolz) |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by MissFartyPants on May 15th, 2004, 2:21am aww too bad ya don't ;D I like your posts. Umm no, I'm not really a chronic farter. Only when I laugh so hard. :P |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by mylane on May 15th, 2004, 11:36am hi miss bite, welcome to the forum and have fun. if you have any questions or suggestions just let us know. Thanks. ;D |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by teagirl on May 15th, 2004, 6:05pm I wish you'd write more. I enjoy your posts. [smiley=cat36.gif] |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by MissFartyPants on May 16th, 2004, 8:54pm on 05/15/04 at 18:05:43, teagirl wrote:
We are a nosey lot! ;D Please do write more. ;D |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on May 18th, 2004, 9:02am Two days of non-stop rain and gusty winds due to storm Dindo caused several leaks in the entire house. The living room's center is now lined with rags and two buckets. The entire floor of my dad's office on the left side of the house is wet. My pet cat Kulasa hid her three kittens in a box full of lot plans in there. She probably thought the strong winds might take her kittens away. ;D The power was naturally out. We light candles which is blown out by the wind every now and then. I stayed in my room all day. I read Anne Frank's life in Diary of A Young Girl. It was like being transported back to the days of my youth. Sort of made me remember the days when i thought i can single-handedly transform this sick world into a glimmering theme park by just ideas. But let's not get into that before i bore myself into a coma. The thing about being home with no electricity is that you realize how much you have made you're life so complicated. And how many things we take for granted. Like the TV and light. Everywhere you look, its pitch black. You also are able to talk more. Its funny that we let the phone (text messages) replace real, face-to-face conversation. BTW, i found a similarity between me and Anne Frank. She calls her diary Kitty which is the name also of one of my body parts. :P I don't know what that has got to do with the rest of this piece. I just thought its an appropriate ending. |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by MissFartyPants on May 18th, 2004, 9:19pm on 05/18/04 at 09:02:29, Bite_Me wrote:
Very nice name for a Cat ;D I like your sense of humor. I hope you don't mind me crashing in here once in a while. I'm nosey ;D |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on May 30th, 2004, 2:08am And so it came to pass that on the last week of May, I finally got my long deserved vacation. See, i work day in and day out. Got this 24 hours internet cafe which i run nights. During the day i have to do my surveying stuff which make me feel like i am working for my early grave. Ever felt like that sometimes? You work too much that you just feel like everyday is just another day of you gatecrashing in your own funeral. Anyways, let me tell you about my vacation. Circumstances conspired to dissuade me from going to Manila. The buses were all full and it did not occur to me to get a reservation before hand. So we waited and waited from 5 pm until 1:30 pm the next day before we finally are able to get a ride. We were seated at the jump seat. The bus is so full it redefined that particular law of physics that says "No two things can occupy the same space at the same time." There roosters on the bus. Babies puking all over. And the blasted bus had to stop every 2 or 3 hours to check the brakes or the driver will pee. After 12 gruelling hours of bumpy ride (like being given a body massage all over) we finally reached Pasay bus station and our benefactor was there waiting with a taxi. After two no-sleep nights, I was finally in my room at the Great Eastern Hotel lying on the soft bed. Finally, i can rest. 3 hours after, knocks on the door. Them: "Room service." Me: Die, you goof!!!! Footsteps scurrying away. I went back to sleep. (to be continued...) |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on Jun 1st, 2004, 12:49am Having had little sleep, i was naturally grumpy. Not that I ever am ever sweet or nice. Let's just say i'm in my usual "ready to do battle" mood. We went out to eat at a resto along Makati Avenue. I will not name the place for fear they might actually get famous. We ordered plenty of food owing to our big appetite having no decent meal the previous day coz of travelling. Waiter came with four scoops of plain rice extra which me and my companions didn't order.. Me: We didn't order that. Him: Yes maam you did. Me: No, I did not. I ordered garlic rice. Him: Sorry maam but i really thought you ordered 4 cups of plain rice. Me: Look at me. (he looks at me) Do i look like i eat 4 scoops of rice in one meal? He has no answer. He was probably calcuting in his mind how a 35 kilo woman could possibly eat that much in sitting. You could almost hear his brain wheels turning. He disappeared and came back with our order. After eating and some wine drinking, we called him back again for our bill. Hours later, the bill didn't show up. My sister was getting impatient and we trooped to the counter to pay there directly. We waited for our change. More waiting. Me: I assume they won't give us our change. Sis: Maybe they want a tip? Me: They give themselves tip here? What communists! They must have heard us coz after what seems like an eternity they finally gave us our change. Exact. (lolz) We took every centavo with us and didn't leave anything. Thing is, it pisses me off when you pay hard earned money so you can have a good time. When you complain of bad service they think you are a bitch. Blast this planet, why do i have to be polite? Our benefactor took us to see a movie and go shopping. Which means going from one mall to another. Most taxi drivers in Makati are robbers. They charge you extra coz there's traffic. I have not been seen a day in Manila without traffic. Why do the passengers have to pay extra for that? Oh, and they tip themselves too. As if. |
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Title: Re: My Babbling Spot Post by Bite_Me on Aug 10th, 2004, 2:45pm Its 3:39 am. I'm awake :O Anyways, i got nothing to do as usual (NOT TRUE!! i could play music loudly or scream but my neighbors might suspect i'm being massacred and come in barging) so i decided to catch up on my reading. Q writes --> My mom was right in telling me. The more succesful you get the more room you have to leave in your heart for a traitor. How true. How true. Youth in Asia. It sounds so much like Euthanasia. Got to go. Drink coffee. Then maybe i'll fall asleep. |
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