Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too

I am usually bored. That means that even if I'm using someone else's computer, I spare time to tinker around, navigate through one's directories, check whether the owner keeps porno files and silently judge the owner how perverted he is. Of course, if all else fails, which is to say that I didn't find anything worth gloating at all, I resort to messing up by downloading files as if the computer is mine.

Take for instance last year when I was jobless and bored at my brother's house, I have literally did what an average nice 26 year old girl would do - surf, check mail, blog, chat, listen to music, download pics of hunky guys, surf, check mail and so on. The point of desperation was churning at me that I began clicking my inbox obsessively once every 5 seconds, wishing that somebody remembers to send an email or just a useless mail for me to read. Anything will do. Needless to say, nobody cared. To make a long story short, I end up reading spam mails about penis enlargement, online dating and how I can make my tummy flat in 8 days.

When I decided that I used up all my creativity and sill I was bored, I figured I'd look for some things to download and download I did. They were all innocent stuff. Some mp3s there. Some e-books here. Everything went well I'm proud to say. Although some occasional glitch cause the files to not work as expected.

That night, I recalled I was telling my brother with enthusiasm how I managed to download files with the exception of some mp3s not working. Being the protective owner of the computer that he is, my brother reproached me instantly as to how careless I am and what if the file contains virus and proceeds to destroy all his important files and what am I gonna pay for the damage? Can I pay for the lost passwords and secured files inside his computer? What happens if the computer crashed down when he had no back-up all because of my irresponsible behavior? I was speechless. I didn't know. I didn't know the reason the computer had no porno files was simply because it actually contained important data that needs to be protected.

I should have not told him, no? I should have just downloaded the files, removed it without his knowledge and swallowed the secret all to myself. Milktea and her big mouth. *sigh*

I sleep on a spring bed. I'm not saying spring bed is a bad choice. But the particular bed I'm sleeping on is.

Due to certain circumstances, I am compelled to use that freaking spring bed. It is not only killing my back at night, it is ruthlessly stealing away the only pleasure I can get from having deep sleep. Imagine me waking up at night bouncing up and down a spring bed and crying myself to sleep. Does that picture break your tear ducts apart?



There are many things I am willing to give up in life. Take that pink-dotted underwear my best friend gave me years ago along with that japanese-inspired cologne my mother bought for me last week, I can manage. But depriving me of deep sleep is just worse than waking up one morning and finding out that I'm about to give birth to a pair of twins without a father.

And please do not let me elaborate on how horrendous my dark circles have turned out...

Conclusion:
Spring Bed = Evil

I am on a secret mission. That means I'd have to zip my mouth tight and resist the temptation to spill out anything that might ruin the mission. But this is going to be something big. As in gigantic. As in ... "Whooooaaa!!!" Wish me tons of luck.

I will remove my comments from now on. I might bring it back in the future but for now, it's going to be me in soliloquy. But I will appreciate it if I receive a mail or two from you at soymilktea[at]gmail[dot]com. I don't exactly know why I'm doing this. But I do know that last night, I ate this salad with lots of mushroom and I fell in love with the mushrooms.  As to why I removed my comments, I'd have to think about that.

Lastly, I had a chat with a male colleague the other day. Here goes...

I am nursing a terrible cold and I am feeling real woozy. Truth be told, I'm beginning to confuse myself with a bubble - floating and almost certainly on the verge of bursting anytime.

I went to see the doctor today. I told him I have colds and my head is throbbing non-stop and my body is aching all over. He asked me what I do for a living, which to be honest I find it kind of amusing because I'm sick and I have a clogged nose and what does that connect to what I do for a living I can't for the life of me figure out. But I obliged and told him I'm into computers.

He asked me then what kind of computer work am I involved to. I told him I do programming. He asked me what does I.T. stands for. I patiently explained in detail the whats and the hows but he never get tired. He prodded and prodded more till I ran out of anything to say so I stopped and stared at him and gave him a silly smile. But at the back of my head I wondered, Did I step into a speed dating room or a doctor's clinic?

I was relieved for an instant when after a series of questions, he directed me to a chair where he inserted a tube-like steel apparatus on my congested nose. It was an instant relief realizing that this is not a hook up date with an old guy. But just as he was about to begin, he put himself to halt once again. I am guessing that something has popped out of his mind that he wanted to share and so he  began telling me of how Bill Gates became one of the richest men on earth and how some gay men go online during the wee hours of the morning to look for boyfriends and I had nothing to say because all I wanted was for him to unclog my nose so I just nodded and nodded and smiled more and wishing that he soon plug that tube into my nose and just goddamn unclog it because I CAN'T BREATHE anymore.

It was a long conversation - me and the doctor and by the end of the session, we agreed that working as an I.T. professional is kind of useless anyway. I don't just get no boyfriends, I also get clogged nose and that the answer to all my life's issue is to look for a rich boyfriend.

And the inspiring conversation ended there. Mind you, It all started with a clogged nose...