Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Building Castles in the air

Just recently, I was at a friend's place to help her fix something up and after that was done, we began talking about the usual stuff... our family, friends, and of course, work. Just like anybody else, we began bitching about our work like it's the end of the world. Nothing was spared, from office politics to dim wit bosses. We yacked away our sorrows.

That was when I mentioned that some time back, another friend from Indonesia recommended me to invest in a piece of land in East Java or Sulawesi and start a small resort or something. We immediately picked up the idea and thought that it would be a great idea to buy a couple of acres of cheap farm land by the seaside at a faraway land and finally be able to live the ultimate beach bum lifestyle. We began imagining details such as how the huts are going to look like, what sort of menus we are going to offer and even how are we going to market this place. Talk about getting it all out in pen and paper!

The next day, I checked on the net on what's available and true enough, there were several pieces of land that were on sale and indeed affordable to our standards (which isn't very high, really). Anyway, I'm keeping tab on all the background work as for now. Who knows? Maybe my "castle in the air" will come true someday...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Water F**K???!!!!

AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!! I can't believe that there is still no water at my apartment! How in God's name do they expect anyone to live? Before I go on lamenting about this whole issue, let me rewind back to yesterday morning. I was showerning and as I was finishing (Thank God!), I realised that the water pressure was waning. Before I knew it, there was hardly a trickle left, coming out from the shower rose. Nope, empty...zilt!

Anyway, got out, dressed and came out form my apartment and saw a couple of neighbors coming out with that same question in their faces. Anyway ,got back home at 7pm and found out that my taps were still dry. Checked my bills and found out that I had paid them... so, had to strike that possibility out. Anyway, I called the guard house (since our ever efficient management office closes at 5pm SHARP) and found out that there was a burst on the main pipe. Apparently, it was fixed and they had to wait for the glue to dry (Think about this.... glue, main water pipe... something's not right here). They said that water will be back on at 8pm. Some of my smarter neighbors had made earlier plans to go watch X-Men and then get back home on time to have their taps flowing again. Why didn't I think of that? Sigh...

Anyway, I've decided to have my satay dinner in front of the idiot box . After all, 8pm is only 40 minutes away. I could live with that.

8.15pm comes, and still no liquid out from the taps. Called the security people again. They said that it's been postponed to 10pm. Hmmm.. I spent a whole day at work, now I've sticky fingers from satay grease and NO WATER!!!!

At 10pm, security decided that it's to late for anyone to work, so too bad, no water till tomorrow. Now, being tired, uncomfortable and stuck with icky fingers did not help me out on my patients and mood. Slammed down the phone and decided that I will be taking a communal shower at the swimming pool changing rooms. Talk about COMMUNITY LIVING! This has got to be the epitome of gated lifestyle. At this moment, I also realised that my neighbor's plans backfired as well. Poor people!

Well, got the grim off and walked the entire green mile back to my "cell," hoping that my most basic luxury will be restored the next day.

Next morning, the taps were still dry! Nope, the management decided that we have to suffer a couple more hours. It's almost 7pm now.... and there is STILL NO WATER!!!! WATER F**K???!!! Are they trying to systematically kill all of us in our block????? AARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I'm a bloggin...

Well, well, well.... I guess I've always been a late bloomer. So, it's no surprise that it will take me this long to finally get my big fat B*TT off the couch and start penning down my toughts. Anyways, better late than never, right?

Just a "quickie" on who I am... I'm just another average 30 year old trapped in the rat race still trying to find his own identity. Yep, I'm an Average Joe with an average job and earning a below average pay... AND I'm proud of it! I'm amazed on how I could survived all these years with my meager salary. :-D

Anyways, it's good that I've finally started this, coz it's certainly not going to be my last posting. Stay tuned....