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Stalker Storm
October 16, 2011More than a couple of years back, I rode a plane with my family and there was a typhoon — it was signal number 1. The plane ride was just for an hour but it seemed longer because it was so bumpy due to all the air pockets. I didn’t fear for our lives but it was my first time to experience such a “turbulent” ride.
But that was nothing compared to what I experienced a couple of weeks back….
With a couple of friends, I went for a vacay during the height of Pedring’s wrath. It was typhoon signal number 2. The weather was so bad — our office suspended work on the day of our flight out of the country. I even thought the airlines would cancel our flight because of the weather conditions. To say that the flight was unpleasant was an understatement — and it was for three hours! It was so bumpy you’d think you were in a pinball machine. I already lost count the number of times the plane made sudden lurches. Everytime the plane would suddenly decrease it’s altitude I felt as if my stomach went with it. Through the skill of our pilot (and the passengers’ prayers), we were able to land safely in our stop-over country.
You’d think that was the end of my ordeal? Guess again.
As my stupid luck would have it, Nesat (Pedring’s international name) followed us in our stop-over country. Since this country was just an overnight lay over, we experienced another harrowing flight the next day to our destination country. To be honest, the movie Final Destination came to my mind. I think the seatbelt sign was on for almost the entire flight and that was for four hours! What a way to start my vacay. This was supposed to de-stress me, not to have my life flash before my eyes. As I am writing this, it goes without saying that I survived it. =oP
You’d think that was the last time, I’d hear of Nesat? Arrgghh! He, she, it…. whatever followed us in our destination country. See, I wasn’t far off thinking of the movie Final Destination. I swear, that storm was stalking me. It even cancelled our bay cruise. Haaayyyyyy… But it’s ok, I prefer not to be tortured by Nesat again.
As for the rest of the vacay, it was fun. I had a good time shopping even if it was drizzling most of the time. =o)
Though the flight home is another story…….
I’m like that?!
September 26, 2011Last month, a friend of mine recommended that I watch the new TV series Necessary Roughness. When I asked what it was about, he said it was a very light version House (my thought : copycat) in the field of psychology (my thought : hmmm….interesting) related to sports (my thought: bummer). I don’t really enjoy watching sports. But since I wanted to be polite and he already gave me a dowloaded copy of the pilot episode, I watched it. It was ok —- amusing but nothing spectacular. A week later, he asked if I enjoyed watching it. I said yes, it was ok. I think he misunderstood my statement (or maybe I led him to believe that, I really don’t want to be rude) that he gave me his entire copy of the series. Another week has gone by, he asked me what episode was I already on. I apologized that I haven’t been watching it since I was busy watching Suits and Alphas (new series I realy liked!). His next statement got me hooked on Necessary Roughness: “Every time I watch it, the lead character always remind me of you.” Whoa! You don’t get to drop a bomb a like that without me investigating it. So now, I’m my 11th episode….. hehehe… My thoughts while watching it: (1) I’m a bit like that….. (2) Ngek, I definitely don’t do that! (3) Hmmm…. he thinks I’m like that?!? The next time I see him I have to ask: Does she remind you of me because I look like her, act like her or think like her?
Buttgirl
September 9, 2011If someone seriously (read: poker-faced) asks you if you are the model for the Kasama Coke Bottle billboard, would you consider that an insult or a compliment?
Where the shoe pinches
August 14, 2011So far, I’m consistent.
I just recently noticed that whenever I go to a mall which has a Payless shoe store, one way or another I will make a beeline towards it. Then once inside I have to buy myself at least a pair even if I don’t really need one. I’m not a shoe addict (or as my fashonista friends would say — a shoe whore) but somehow this store brings out the “kikay” in me. The type of shoes they sell are mostly not my style (a bit too girly for my taste) but something would always catch my eye and then I’m a goner. I just gotta have it. Upon exiting the store with bag(s) in tow, I have this silly grin on my face. =o)
The miser in me would usually balk at this kind of shoe spending but they’re really cheap. They only cost about a third or a quarter of what I usually shell-out for a pair. But mind you, they’re sturdy so it’s a good buy. As for comfort, I bought a pair that’s uber comfortable but the rest are not made for long walks. But the aesthetic make up for what they lack in comfort. =oP
Years before, a friend of mine who frequently goes to the U.S. would always ask me if I would like shoes from Payless, I’d always decline (and instead ask her to buy for me “branded” ones). Browsing through their website didn’t bring out the shopaholic in me. I like shopping online but I guess their website didn’t hold much appeal for me. But when I discovered their shops here, it became a totally different experience. Nothing really beats actual shopping — being able to hold the merchandise, fitting it, etc. I’m now a convert.
My feet are half-wishing that they open a branch somewhere in the malls near my office but my cedit card is scared of that actually happening. hehehe…..
Boggle the mind
August 7, 2011I used to follow this guy’s blog. I don’t know him from Adam and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know me. I stumbled upon his blog one night as I was surfing aimlessly in the web. His entries are not for the faint of heart. His blog is basically about life’s inner turmoils and pyschology. It’s like he’s hellbent in exposing the bad side of human nature. Think Dr. Gregory House’s blog but take away his humongous ego then double the dose of his cynicism and questionable sanity. This blogger doesn’t mince his words, sometimes to the point of being crass. He makes no apologies for his scathing views on the motives of man. Reading his articles (it could be quite lengthy at times) would really make you ponder on the darker side of life. On one entry, I’d question his mental state and then on another I’d be dumbfounded for his take on the thoughts of people who commit suicide. I remember while I was reading his entry regarding the “wiles of women”, I was so offended that if I knew him, I would have called him up right there and then and given him a piece of my “scheming mind”. I wanted tell him he was a mean old b@stard because he wasn’t much hugged as a child.
His entries were far between. He didn’t use highfalutin words, it was plain and simple everyday words. And if he had to use scientific terms, he’d be “gracious enough” to explain it sarcastically to us lesser mortals. I maybe wrong here but I would read subtle nuances from his entries if a topic was something personal. He didn’t allude to himself. He didn’t give out names or specific instances but he had a “tell” sign. During these times, my heart would go out to him but most of the time, I’d think he’s just a bitter old man. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining here. I like him, well, his entries to be specific. I may not always agree with what he wrote but it gave my mind something to chew on. His style of writing is quite engaging (for me, that is). Believe it or not, sometimes I found his sarcasm refreshing and one time, made me say out loud “touche”. Go figure.
After quite some time of following him, I noticed that his opinions weren’t dark as it was before. I thought, maybe he’s mellowing. But when the succeeding write-ups started to feel “mushy” (am using the term here loosely), I knew something was up. He was losing his edge. I couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew something “weird” was happening to him personally. Then when he posted his entry regarding brown-nosing —- that did it for me! I knew Mr. Cynic was in love! Good for him (not quite sure for the girl). I much wanted to leave him a note then to confirm but I couldn’t gather enough guts to do so. Besides, he doesn’t answer any comments. He wrote one more article, more subdued this time, then he stopped. I don’t know why. That was the last time I read anything new from him. I waited but to no avail.
Recently, he crossed my mind. I wanted read up on his blog again about a certain matter —- an idea he posted, of which I easily scoffed off as rubbish, proved to have more merits than I initially thought. But for the love of my brain, I totally forgot his url (in my defense, it’s been years and I had it bookmarked then). All I can remember is that it was a foreign sounding long word. I tried to google it but still couldn’t find it (some of my friends say am good at this). Maybe he took his blog down and the “unthinkable inevitable” happened. =o(