Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
This wednesday morning... 12.10.08
On my way to work...
"My car is sick.
boohoo.
It suffers from a fever every time it goes beyond 40 Kph.
Sheesh.
Dad will take Adam to the doctor tomorrow. ( But i'm hoping that Dad will be home early today and will take him to the doc a day early.)
Beause of Adam's malady, I had to take the public transport to get to work. (I'm currently in a white Mitsu Adventure, jotting this down.)
Right this very moment, a woman with straight, dyed-brown, shoulder-length hair is recounting the unfortunate things happenning to her, err, mouth. Yup. In this cavity that is a Mitsu Adventure, her voice reverberates as she gives her friend a blow by blow account of her latest visit to the dentist.
Why she doesn't seem to mind that ten other people can hear everything that is wrong about her teeth, I don't have a clue.
Since I don't want to know how her boyfriend is being such a sweetheart for helping her get through this, I took out my ipod and plugged the earphones to my ears. As I turned it on, the voice of Matthew Bellamy as he sings about how I've caught him under false pretenses, drowned out just about everything.
But give it to that woman to not only make us endure her vivid stories, she had the audacity to twist and move her upper body several times within the already packed vehicle, thus the poor woman to her left got to be pretty shaken.
I can't say that I miss taking the public transport, especially if I would be riding with one of her kind. Why people forget the fact that they're in a public space, I don't know. The legs that rub against yours on both sides are enough of a reminder that you're with people, and with strangers at that. Since you can also feel their sides everytime they breathe, the least anybody can do is to shut up and make the ride less of an ordeal.
And guess what.
The inconsiderate loud-mouth got off the 'FX" the same time I did.
Imagine that.
"My car is sick.
boohoo.
It suffers from a fever every time it goes beyond 40 Kph.
Sheesh.
Dad will take Adam to the doctor tomorrow. ( But i'm hoping that Dad will be home early today and will take him to the doc a day early.)
Beause of Adam's malady, I had to take the public transport to get to work. (I'm currently in a white Mitsu Adventure, jotting this down.)
Right this very moment, a woman with straight, dyed-brown, shoulder-length hair is recounting the unfortunate things happenning to her, err, mouth. Yup. In this cavity that is a Mitsu Adventure, her voice reverberates as she gives her friend a blow by blow account of her latest visit to the dentist.
Why she doesn't seem to mind that ten other people can hear everything that is wrong about her teeth, I don't have a clue.
Since I don't want to know how her boyfriend is being such a sweetheart for helping her get through this, I took out my ipod and plugged the earphones to my ears. As I turned it on, the voice of Matthew Bellamy as he sings about how I've caught him under false pretenses, drowned out just about everything.
But give it to that woman to not only make us endure her vivid stories, she had the audacity to twist and move her upper body several times within the already packed vehicle, thus the poor woman to her left got to be pretty shaken.
I can't say that I miss taking the public transport, especially if I would be riding with one of her kind. Why people forget the fact that they're in a public space, I don't know. The legs that rub against yours on both sides are enough of a reminder that you're with people, and with strangers at that. Since you can also feel their sides everytime they breathe, the least anybody can do is to shut up and make the ride less of an ordeal.
And guess what.
The inconsiderate loud-mouth got off the 'FX" the same time I did.
Imagine that.
Friday, December 05, 2008
Maybe the discounts would help stretch the budget a bit longer.
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