Could've Been Yummy

Ok.

This has been happening for about three weeks already.

Everyday, at least twice.

I open my mouth and stick it in. Hmmm... it's soft, very soft, it's like eating Jell-Os; that you didn't even have to bite.

Yeah, it's good, isn't it?

Well, it could've been yummy.

Only, it's a toothbrush, not a Jell-O.

Effin' soft for a toothbrush... And it's not even cheap. Not even among those cheap brands.

FFF

Fridays Fly Fast!

Really!

I woke up early to plant some grapes on my Farm Town. Grapes can be harvested every four hours and I can plant and harvest a few times today since I didn't have any plans. It was that early that I read about Michael Jackson's demise at the internet. I said, "another hoax?" So I read some links and found out it was true. Funny how some people nowadays make fun of other people's death like a joke which they can just take back after. I would say that I am one of those people who was somehow affected and disagreed when they were all over his personal life with controversies here and there. Now that he is dead, I wouldn't be surprised that some of those people who bad-mouthed him are the same people praising him for his greatness. What a cruel world!

Anyway, after that came the once-in-two-weeks chore of getting my matress under the sun to get rid of Mr.&Mrs. Smith. But of course, not after we had our breakfast. "Sunning out" the matress has been a task since we were invaded by the presence of Mr.&Mrs Smith and I realized that this can also be a good practice as part of hygiene.

My room mate invited me to go with her at the City Center to buy an external disk drive for her son. So this is not a completey stay-at-home Friday. I wasn't surprised when I kept on hearing several stores playing Michael Jackson's songs. I was surprised though that I noticed and was in fact quite melancholic about it. When I heard "Black and White" playing on one of the electronic shops, it was like seeing him come alive on the tv screens [in black and white] dancing on some[thing that looks like the African saharas]. This is how I recall the song's MTV back in the 1980s.

It wasn't like I noticed that this Friday [like those past] is again about to finish. Another room mate of mine sighed as she called my name saying Friday's almost done.

P.S.

While we were out hailing for a cab under 1300H heat of the sun, I couldn't help but notice how hot it was. I didn't check how hot the temp would be today but it was freakin' hot! Then it was like I was waiting for the time when some clouds will hide the sun for a few seconds of shade. In our language, we call it "kulimlim" which is somewhere like cloudy. It was like I wanted to space travel and be in my country to have this moment. Oh well, I realized that this moment wouldn't come as I looked up and didn't see any clouds rushing in the sky like cars speeding up at the highway. And again, I was melancholic about home.

Oh well...

Lastly, I reminded a friend earlier this week that we are all given the same 24 hours a day when she whined about her busy days. But this time, I didn't want to tell this to myself since I also wish there could be more during Fridays - even just on Fridays.

Copy me on QRT.

In The Process

I tweeted/plurked yesterday that I didn't sleep well the other night because of a couple of Mr.&Mrs. Smiths for company. If you don't know who they are, you can read about it here. Well, this is the time that I do mind having them around more than ever. I am still in the process of getting over the book I just read - Duma Key - which was full of things that you can imagine, good and not-so-good and those-that-you-don't-want-to-imagine-at-all. So, I just plugged into my playlist till I dozed off to sleep [with about 2 hours left to wake-up time]. Oh well, I coped. That's good enough.

Last night, I slept with the lights on so that Mr.&Mrs.Smith couldn't visit me [as I did about a month ago; which worked]. But it turned out, it pissed off my room mate above my bed [yeah, bunk beds we have here] who couldn't sleep with lights on. Tough luck! I am still actually thinking about what to do tonight as of this writing - whether to leave the lights on or off or to put some Mr.&Mrs.Smiths on her bed to keep her awake like me. Nah! That would have been bad.

I woke up this morning with a 1-missed-call message. I checked the time: 12.43. Who the effin' hell will call me at that time? I was fast asleep by that time last night due to 2 nights of not-so-good sleep. So last night, my body's got no choice but to slumber. I really don't like it that much getting calls at these times and didn't pick up. It makes me kinda worried why call at this time. But I didn't call her that early since I know she's not a morning person. So, I called her at about the time that I am sure that she's up and working. She told me that she just thought of me because I haven't called her since she got back here last May 6 [or 7?]. Awwww.... I could've answered back, "That's sweet!" But instead, I told her, "Wow. How demanding given the fact that you didn't even call to tell me you were leaving at an earlier date."

She gave me some reasons but my mind drifted to something else as she spoke; which my mind normally does when I know for a fact that those were just excuses. Call it narrow but sometimes I ought to be this way. Then she got a call so we had to say goodbye. Told her to just give me a call when she's not too busy. Click! Call ended. Sad to say I am still in the process of letting it go. I don't know how long it will take. Some things are just not meant to let go just like that.

I was at the Knowledge Village this afternoon for some client's insurance. I can't tell you exactly where it is in Dubai. But I can tell you that it's between Jumeirah and Dubai Media City. The last time I've been here was I think last November [that was in Dubai Media City] with a friend for one of her important errands. This is one of the best places in Dubai. Neat houses, roads and all. I saw the Atlantis at some point while I was in the bus. I think I saw it also out of my client's window, but he himself couldn't confirm. This makes me think of what I've read on the book I've just started last night: It was funny how little things could be perfect and no one ever saw them (Blaze by Richard Bachman). I just said that maybe he isn't aware of it since it's the same thing for him everyday. Then he said he ought to check it one of these days. I replied with a smile.

I've been lagging on my GoogleReader so I decided to read some earlier [since I got home earlier]. I have been following a blog and I discovered a song about the Emirates. You can check it here. This one is from this blog here.

Attrition ++

I didn't go out the whole day. We were supposed to because we thought that the a/c maintenance schedule would take some time. But it was done within an hour so we just opted to stay home and read.

I was practically busy the whole week and am glad for that. I don't want to complain about anything right now. I am just happy with what I have. This is because as the sun sets and we are just about to whine about Friday being done, one of our room mates [the newest - who just moved in this month] was saying that she's just going to be here until the end of this month. She was told by their management that she will have to go on forced leave and that they will just be informed when she would be called again to come back here. She planned to go back home once the company gives her the go-signal and stay there until she is called back - if she ever will be.

Sad to say, this is a common thing these days. I wanted to say 'this is a common thing these days here in Dubai' but that would be limiting the scope. I was just with my GoogleReader earlier and read about unemployment rates rising in some other places. So, it's not right to say that it's only here.

Anyway...

I am still with the Duma Key. I can't wait to know what else is there to know. I want to know more about Elizabeth Eastlake and her family, or should I say Elizabeth Eastlake's and her family's secrets. I wrote on my book blog that I was nightmarish on a certain point; and this isn't the only time this happened to me when I read SK. He never fails to do that to me; never fails to amaze me. It's been so long since I have read a book by him; so long that I lost count as to how many years has it been. I know it's not too late catching up; considering that I've missed a lot of his books already.

More Hits

Apparently, I have observed during the past several weeks that my book blog here is having more hits than my blogs.

I don't really have anything against it, really. It's just that it was just an experiment; and I am kinda liking the result so far.