Have you ever been in a mood so bad you don't know whether to sulk, scream, bitch, cry, slap someone, jump up and down, rant non-stop, or just sit down and count 1-10 till your heart beats normally?
And then a friend comes in with a cup of coffee and your anger melts...aaaaahh life.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
What If?
03 April 2007
A Bahraini was sentence to ONE YEAR in jail for pocketing BD197,000 (approx 21M PHP or half-million USD) that was wrongfully credited to his bank account instead of BD197.
I don't want to be a hypocrite, I thoroughly envisaged a life if it had been me. With that money I can donate 5 million pesos to charity and still have enough money to invest and live a better life. I'd probably run away and live somewhere else. That, if my conscience does not get the better of me. Someone is bound to pay dearly for that mistake - for entering a comma instead of a period between 7 and o. Hubby says he'd be willing to go in jail for a year for all that. Probably he forgot about spending eternity in jahannam. Logically, yes. What is a year anyway for that amount of money? I saw it once and I saw it again, this country has a funny way of issuing verdicts and setting punishments..
If it is your bank account, what would you do?
A Bahraini was sentence to ONE YEAR in jail for pocketing BD197,000 (approx 21M PHP or half-million USD) that was wrongfully credited to his bank account instead of BD197.
I don't want to be a hypocrite, I thoroughly envisaged a life if it had been me. With that money I can donate 5 million pesos to charity and still have enough money to invest and live a better life. I'd probably run away and live somewhere else. That, if my conscience does not get the better of me. Someone is bound to pay dearly for that mistake - for entering a comma instead of a period between 7 and o. Hubby says he'd be willing to go in jail for a year for all that. Probably he forgot about spending eternity in jahannam. Logically, yes. What is a year anyway for that amount of money? I saw it once and I saw it again, this country has a funny way of issuing verdicts and setting punishments..
If it is your bank account, what would you do?
A Letter To My Dying Laptop
My dearest Laptop,
I am really sorry to have used abused you in the worst imaginable way. I am terribly sorry for not caring when you moaned, wheezed and screamed in agony. I should have taken you to a PC doctor but I never did find the time to do that.
I remember when I first had you. I could still imagine how I spent hours preparing your niche in my work corner; how I had lovingly stroked your cover; how I had marveled at your beauty. I never knew boredom with you around. You told me tales of far-away land, entertain me with your songs, displayed images of my loved-ones (and of me!), and occupied me with your gaming treasures. And most important, you are my confidante.
I tried to revive you, restore your system. You stubbornly refused, threatening to delete all my documents. My heart almost jumped out of my throat. I don't know if it's at the thought of losing you or plainly losing access to my documents. You did get a little better but I promise not to play PC doctor again.
Yesterday I tested your patience by downloading a trial PC game. I immensely enjoyed that game. I thank your intermittent error breakdowns for allowing me to play the game a little longer. But when I left you open last night in the hope of you having a seizure so I can continue that game, you steadfastly remained opened. Now I don't know whether to curse or sigh. I feel guilty for hoping you'd have a relapse. I should be happy you're okay although I really raise my head to heavens wondering why you just didn't shut down when I needed you to.
Anyway, my dying laptop, please don't go as yet. My new plaything is coming soon. It will have more speed and more memory than you do but you will always be the best in my heart. I promise to love you and keep you in a special place in my work station.
XOXO,
BG
I am really sorry to have used abused you in the worst imaginable way. I am terribly sorry for not caring when you moaned, wheezed and screamed in agony. I should have taken you to a PC doctor but I never did find the time to do that.
I remember when I first had you. I could still imagine how I spent hours preparing your niche in my work corner; how I had lovingly stroked your cover; how I had marveled at your beauty. I never knew boredom with you around. You told me tales of far-away land, entertain me with your songs, displayed images of my loved-ones (and of me!), and occupied me with your gaming treasures. And most important, you are my confidante.
I tried to revive you, restore your system. You stubbornly refused, threatening to delete all my documents. My heart almost jumped out of my throat. I don't know if it's at the thought of losing you or plainly losing access to my documents. You did get a little better but I promise not to play PC doctor again.
Yesterday I tested your patience by downloading a trial PC game. I immensely enjoyed that game. I thank your intermittent error breakdowns for allowing me to play the game a little longer. But when I left you open last night in the hope of you having a seizure so I can continue that game, you steadfastly remained opened. Now I don't know whether to curse or sigh. I feel guilty for hoping you'd have a relapse. I should be happy you're okay although I really raise my head to heavens wondering why you just didn't shut down when I needed you to.
Anyway, my dying laptop, please don't go as yet. My new plaything is coming soon. It will have more speed and more memory than you do but you will always be the best in my heart. I promise to love you and keep you in a special place in my work station.
XOXO,
BG
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
.....
I'm feeling so lethargic today. Can't even force myself to move even my stomach is grumbling at it's best. I want to sit with a frozen stare at the monitor. I want to blank out every thought and every sound. I can't even scowl with irritation at all the shouting, arguing and laughing in Arabic, English and Hindi going on the room next to mine.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Office Whine #2
Ayan tumaas na naman ang presyon ko kakaisip ng mga kagugahan sa opisinang ito. Kaninang umaga nagtatanong and aming matandang amo kung nasaan na daw yung pranses na tagapamahala ng panaderya. Ayon sa kasunduan dapat sa susunod na buwan ay pormal na sasali sa kumpanya na ang naturang tagapamahala. Dahil si Tamad ang namamahala ng mga trabahong ukol sa mga bisa natural na siya ang napagtanungan ng amo naming may regla ata ngayon at napakasungit. Ito namang si Tamad, dagliang tumawag kay Kamot para itanong kung nasan na nga si pranses. Ay ang lolo mong Kamot ay nagwala. Paano nga naman, si Tamad ang namamahala ng bisa at ng mga bagay ukol sa paglalakbay, bakit siya nagtatanong sa amin ng sitwasyon ni Pranses? Hay naku, buhay ko sa office nga naman...
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