Just came into Blogger to jot down some stuff and... Taa-daaa!!! I find this whole new format and stuff!!!
Don't know about you lot, but it seems it may work better now, not having to surf so much to find the extras...
By the way, Hi mousey boy, Comments added due to popular request :P
What I haven't found out yet, and is of great interest, is How The Hell Do You Create An Archive By Subjects???!!! I've been thinking of making an archive according to some of my main subjects/moods: The Coffee Hunt, Political stuff, Work Shit, etc... Any help anyone?
6.5.04
Should start believing in Santa again!!!
Right, talk about blogger community and all that shit. Talk about e-brotherhood/sisterhood and talk about what a useless load of narcissistic wankers we bloggers may be... but through blogger it was that I found out about GMail, and through blogs and comments on entries it was that I found out that it was actually working for others, and through a chain of comments in a blog it was that I found someone offering Gmail accounts, as a worker who had more account invites than friends to share them out to...
In one word, THANKS!!!! People like you, Trisha, make us feel like contacting strangers asking for and/or offering help -Once again, THANKS!!!!
Shall be investigating Gmail better when I find a moment :)
In one word, THANKS!!!! People like you, Trisha, make us feel like contacting strangers asking for and/or offering help -Once again, THANKS!!!!
Shall be investigating Gmail better when I find a moment :)
5.5.04
Watch out!
Guess which suppa-duppa tech-wiz is translating the Instructions Manual to install a Central Unit for Electrocardiographs? well done, yessir! The same one who can't connect the turntable onto the hi-fi!!!
So I do hope the final sense gets through... 'coz I've no idea of some of the things that are supposed to be going on, and shall have to wait for the technitians to pass by and ask, or my boss tomorrow...
So I do hope the final sense gets through... 'coz I've no idea of some of the things that are supposed to be going on, and shall have to wait for the technitians to pass by and ask, or my boss tomorrow...
Have experienced a timewarp
or something. Somehow got hooked on this blog I commented on the other day, little. yellow. different., and am reading ALL the posts since it started in June 2000!!! Yes, at work -shame, shame- but while on the phone, etc. Got it on the comp and just go back to reading it whenever not doing something totally demanding.
And it was sooo early a moment ago, it was only 10:30. How can it be 13:30 just about 20 minutes later????!!!!
well, lunch in front of the comp I guess, to make up for my ... erm... hummm... distraction.
Talking of distraction, check this! Black People Love Us!
By the way, Vel was on messenger to me a moment, and we had to agree on something: Fuck Asian Cousins!!! Make our love life harder still!!! -by controlling our Asian lovers:D hahaha
And it was sooo early a moment ago, it was only 10:30. How can it be 13:30 just about 20 minutes later????!!!!
well, lunch in front of the comp I guess, to make up for my ... erm... hummm... distraction.
Talking of distraction, check this! Black People Love Us!
By the way, Vel was on messenger to me a moment, and we had to agree on something: Fuck Asian Cousins!!! Make our love life harder still!!! -by controlling our Asian lovers:D hahaha
Does G-mail really exist?
...or is it just another Santa Claus???!!!
Have I been naughty? -Don't you laugh, mousy boy!!!- Or it simply doesn't exist!!!
Blogger keeps offering the G-Mail trial to me, but I can't get through the links, and Bloggers says 'sorry, G-mail shall reply to your e-mail soon... blah blah' but I get no reply... and then I read other bloggers are g-mailing and happy about it, but it's like when I was sure the Three Kings -I grew up in Spain and Santa didn't come this far south until about ten years ago- would bring me the Super-Fantabulous-Bicycle I wanted, but all I had was a load of small parcels, and some sweets...
And everyone else had what they'd asked for
Like G-Mail
Which reminds me of when my son was about 5, and just on the day the Kings were supposed to come, and me having managed to get all the stuff he wanted, which was quite simple -not too expensive, ok, and easy to find... My mother suddenly tells me over the phone, laughing, how people had been staring at her and my son when he'd asked The Kings' Page for a finger!!!! The poor guy who was earning his 3€ per hour for having kids jumping up and down infront of him and mispronouncing fancy toys' names, with his face covered by an itchy, synthetic beard, must have thought he'd misunderstood him, and my mom said how he'd asked 'A finger? What for?? and my son said, Yes, a finger. Only that.
It seems he wanted to test the Kings' ability to give whatever you ask for. He said on the phone to me, 'I want to see what finger they give me' Ha ha ha, that's my boy!!!
So I managed to get out from the office a bit earlier, excusing myself by the need to collect my son before the Kings' Parade, not saying I had to get a Finger first!!! And in a sudden bang of imagination I remembered a Jokes & Magic Tricks shop, and made my way there, thinking of one of those fake fingers that squirt water etc, but they had none left, and the only finger they had was a bleeding one, but so unrealistic it wasn't worth it... 'till I saw a fake hand poking out of a closed door trick, four fingers like a lady's hand is showing or grabbing whatever you clip it onto. Like, on your shirt, it's like she's hiding inside your shirt, right?
It was worth it, for the face Hugo had when he saw it.
Cool kid.
Have I been naughty? -Don't you laugh, mousy boy!!!- Or it simply doesn't exist!!!
Blogger keeps offering the G-Mail trial to me, but I can't get through the links, and Bloggers says 'sorry, G-mail shall reply to your e-mail soon... blah blah' but I get no reply... and then I read other bloggers are g-mailing and happy about it, but it's like when I was sure the Three Kings -I grew up in Spain and Santa didn't come this far south until about ten years ago- would bring me the Super-Fantabulous-Bicycle I wanted, but all I had was a load of small parcels, and some sweets...
And everyone else had what they'd asked for
Like G-Mail
Which reminds me of when my son was about 5, and just on the day the Kings were supposed to come, and me having managed to get all the stuff he wanted, which was quite simple -not too expensive, ok, and easy to find... My mother suddenly tells me over the phone, laughing, how people had been staring at her and my son when he'd asked The Kings' Page for a finger!!!! The poor guy who was earning his 3€ per hour for having kids jumping up and down infront of him and mispronouncing fancy toys' names, with his face covered by an itchy, synthetic beard, must have thought he'd misunderstood him, and my mom said how he'd asked 'A finger? What for?? and my son said, Yes, a finger. Only that.
It seems he wanted to test the Kings' ability to give whatever you ask for. He said on the phone to me, 'I want to see what finger they give me' Ha ha ha, that's my boy!!!
So I managed to get out from the office a bit earlier, excusing myself by the need to collect my son before the Kings' Parade, not saying I had to get a Finger first!!! And in a sudden bang of imagination I remembered a Jokes & Magic Tricks shop, and made my way there, thinking of one of those fake fingers that squirt water etc, but they had none left, and the only finger they had was a bleeding one, but so unrealistic it wasn't worth it... 'till I saw a fake hand poking out of a closed door trick, four fingers like a lady's hand is showing or grabbing whatever you clip it onto. Like, on your shirt, it's like she's hiding inside your shirt, right?
It was worth it, for the face Hugo had when he saw it.
Cool kid.
Front 242!
Yesss, ages since I heard any... can't play any vinyls at home, the turntable isn't connecting into the hifi -dunno why, Mary-Anne, but it won't work!!! so I miss out on many of the records I used to listen to. But Radio3 came to my help ;)
By the way, got sick of the childishness of my smileys etc, knew it would be a faze, so off they go hahaha
Waiting, waiting for my Coconut Tree from Denmark to send me the pics, please!!! But now she is too busy working out how to move closer to her Indian target... :P
Good luck, Vel!
By the way, got sick of the childishness of my smileys etc, knew it would be a faze, so off they go hahaha
Waiting, waiting for my Coconut Tree from Denmark to send me the pics, please!!! But now she is too busy working out how to move closer to her Indian target... :P
Good luck, Vel!
Taking it easy today
No boss, no frantic salesperson of a feminine condition, no shouting, no running back and forth with the same e-mails 5 times per hour... On my own at the office, at least until 4 pm or so... If you do have to work, at least let it be in peace...
Mary-Anne linked me this cool way to have a laugh on Bushy Boy. Am listening to Radio3-the Spanish one, RNE3, not BBC! -used to listen to it all the time when studying, can't do it usually at work, we rarely do put the radio on and when we do it has to be to listen to the latest pop sensation, otherwise Miss Sales Person of the Year starts complaining about the music and asking questions about it, so...
Just got almost caught by the technitian, who comes in and out whenever he remembers something to do... but it's ok, he'll not take long to disappear again. Can go on at my relaxed pace, to make up for other really bastardly mornings...
And I've got such a load to do still, phoning and checking things are as required by CE regulations... I'll knock off for a while. Got some people to catch before it's too late at their offices... But I'm catching all the lines engaged, and otherwise the guys are always at meetings... just as my boss is supposed to be, too, ha ha ha. Office work!!! Who'd make me even consider it a few years ago? Rejecting and turning down good job offers when I could had started off with a great wage, just because it was such a square life...
Mary-Anne linked me this cool way to have a laugh on Bushy Boy. Am listening to Radio3-the Spanish one, RNE3, not BBC! -used to listen to it all the time when studying, can't do it usually at work, we rarely do put the radio on and when we do it has to be to listen to the latest pop sensation, otherwise Miss Sales Person of the Year starts complaining about the music and asking questions about it, so...
Just got almost caught by the technitian, who comes in and out whenever he remembers something to do... but it's ok, he'll not take long to disappear again. Can go on at my relaxed pace, to make up for other really bastardly mornings...
And I've got such a load to do still, phoning and checking things are as required by CE regulations... I'll knock off for a while. Got some people to catch before it's too late at their offices... But I'm catching all the lines engaged, and otherwise the guys are always at meetings... just as my boss is supposed to be, too, ha ha ha. Office work!!! Who'd make me even consider it a few years ago? Rejecting and turning down good job offers when I could had started off with a great wage, just because it was such a square life...
3.5.04
Wow
Finally got hold of him. Bad Boy, as in Friday 19.03.04 post...
Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm... so sweet and yet so strong, and yet so fun, and yet so cool, and yet... speechless! It was GREAT!!!!
We were both amazed, and were laughing at why it's taken us so long to see each other -we've known each other for 15 years!
And, man, what a sex bomb! And sensual, caring...
Phew! I'm glad I finally went for it. He said he'd felt weird about pressing too much, because we knew each other for so long, yet didn't really know each other, so we're neither friends nor strangers, and he didn't know how to act. But once I assured him with a little nibble here and a little suggestion there on each occasion he'd jump upto me while dancing, and maybe give me a kiss on the neck or so... it just had to be then or never!!!
But, but, but... only ONE but: it was odd how some of the things he was saying to me sounded so familiar... not that typical bullshit when chatting someone up, that's always too familiar once you've been around a bit. Not talking about that. Sometimes he sounded a bit too much like my ex, Joan. Like the things he used to say to me. Right, I'd allready been considering how he seemed to be the same kind of guy, for better or for worse, and that's the kind of guy I like. But some things no-one else ever mentioned before, and came out of his mouth almost as it had from Joan's...
Ssssshhh!!! No, no worrying about that. Anyway, I'm not jumping into another obsession, I'm just playing cool, and happy I've finally found out how good it could be with this guy... but have not gone into preparing next dates or any other immediate flash shit. Trying to keep our relationship as it was, buddy-buddy when meeting, haha-hoho, and just look at you what you're wearing tonight, and so on. And see what happens in the future...
Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm... so sweet and yet so strong, and yet so fun, and yet so cool, and yet... speechless! It was GREAT!!!!
We were both amazed, and were laughing at why it's taken us so long to see each other -we've known each other for 15 years!
And, man, what a sex bomb! And sensual, caring...
Phew! I'm glad I finally went for it. He said he'd felt weird about pressing too much, because we knew each other for so long, yet didn't really know each other, so we're neither friends nor strangers, and he didn't know how to act. But once I assured him with a little nibble here and a little suggestion there on each occasion he'd jump upto me while dancing, and maybe give me a kiss on the neck or so... it just had to be then or never!!!
But, but, but... only ONE but: it was odd how some of the things he was saying to me sounded so familiar... not that typical bullshit when chatting someone up, that's always too familiar once you've been around a bit. Not talking about that. Sometimes he sounded a bit too much like my ex, Joan. Like the things he used to say to me. Right, I'd allready been considering how he seemed to be the same kind of guy, for better or for worse, and that's the kind of guy I like. But some things no-one else ever mentioned before, and came out of his mouth almost as it had from Joan's...
Ssssshhh!!! No, no worrying about that. Anyway, I'm not jumping into another obsession, I'm just playing cool, and happy I've finally found out how good it could be with this guy... but have not gone into preparing next dates or any other immediate flash shit. Trying to keep our relationship as it was, buddy-buddy when meeting, haha-hoho, and just look at you what you're wearing tonight, and so on. And see what happens in the future...
Lousy, really
Worst date ever, on Friday evening!!!
My fault, anyway. But sometimes you get to meet people who are really nice, like my Cinderella boy, so why not try again?
Anyway, quick to react, changed a lousy Friday into an ok one: got to phone Xavi in time to have dinner with him, had a good laugh and we got updated about our men, and though he wasn't going out that night, we were finally having drinks 'till 2:30 a.m., a good time to walk him home and go off to Magic, see what happens...
Didn't meet any friends nor even acquaintances at the disco, but was in a mood to dance a lot, so it was great, not thinking much about the guys around me -some nice mean-looking hunks, motards and so on, but I kept well away from them, being a good girl. Some other hunks around also, and soooo many whimsical lousy drunks too... but I was in one of my 'me, myself & I' moods... which means I have to pay for all my drinks, though!
I did get into this weird situation, though: a couple was arguing just next to me on the dance floor, and when he stormed off, she turned round to me, holding her tears back, and said 'could you please dance with me? this bastard has just left me to chat that other girl up, and he's supposed to be my boyfriend!' I was torn between good old Sisterhood principles, and the fact that I didn't really fancy dragging this peroxide blonde around with me, probably drunk allready and sure to get loaded 'coz of her man. So I compromised, and stayed with her 'till some guys were looking at us greedily, and I knew they were just what she needed: the same kind of people -under my point of view- and they'd buy her the drinks she'd want to get loaded, and could make her man jealous by hanging around these two creeps, while they'd be stupid enough not to forsee her ending up with her boyfriend... Which is exactly what happened!!!!! :))
Anyway, she did come up to me now and then for a while, but was well seen to :D
And I finally did accept one beer from a guy I'd been laughing at the situation with, but no compromising... not playing chatty or anything, wanted to behave 'coz I had to meet Xavi at 5:30 pm to go to the Asian cinema festival, and wanted to get things sorted out first.
I was good enough to even walk to the underground to get home, not even taxi!!!!
My fault, anyway. But sometimes you get to meet people who are really nice, like my Cinderella boy, so why not try again?
Anyway, quick to react, changed a lousy Friday into an ok one: got to phone Xavi in time to have dinner with him, had a good laugh and we got updated about our men, and though he wasn't going out that night, we were finally having drinks 'till 2:30 a.m., a good time to walk him home and go off to Magic, see what happens...
Didn't meet any friends nor even acquaintances at the disco, but was in a mood to dance a lot, so it was great, not thinking much about the guys around me -some nice mean-looking hunks, motards and so on, but I kept well away from them, being a good girl. Some other hunks around also, and soooo many whimsical lousy drunks too... but I was in one of my 'me, myself & I' moods... which means I have to pay for all my drinks, though!
I did get into this weird situation, though: a couple was arguing just next to me on the dance floor, and when he stormed off, she turned round to me, holding her tears back, and said 'could you please dance with me? this bastard has just left me to chat that other girl up, and he's supposed to be my boyfriend!' I was torn between good old Sisterhood principles, and the fact that I didn't really fancy dragging this peroxide blonde around with me, probably drunk allready and sure to get loaded 'coz of her man. So I compromised, and stayed with her 'till some guys were looking at us greedily, and I knew they were just what she needed: the same kind of people -under my point of view- and they'd buy her the drinks she'd want to get loaded, and could make her man jealous by hanging around these two creeps, while they'd be stupid enough not to forsee her ending up with her boyfriend... Which is exactly what happened!!!!! :))
Anyway, she did come up to me now and then for a while, but was well seen to :D
And I finally did accept one beer from a guy I'd been laughing at the situation with, but no compromising... not playing chatty or anything, wanted to behave 'coz I had to meet Xavi at 5:30 pm to go to the Asian cinema festival, and wanted to get things sorted out first.
I was good enough to even walk to the underground to get home, not even taxi!!!!
No news from B.
Is he locked up already? I doubt it, may be in some police station over the weekend though?! -wouldn't be the first time. Tried to phone him a few tiems when feeling I could deal with the conversation, but never got through. Don't want him to get bottled up and explode on me again, so must get him to know I've been enquiring about his sentence.
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