Nevergirl’s

“Scrumptious,” Aileen whispered when the guy by the bar asked Mimi for her name. I snickered but thought it was a good idea. So, when it was my turn to get coffee, I told the guy the iced double chocolate is for “Scrumptious.”

“Anything else, Miss Scrumptious?” he asked, looking and sounding like the words were being choked out of him.

“Well, yes, mineral water please,” I said. Behind me, Aileen was doubling over with laughter. So was Malou when she learned of the story. When it was time for the staff to call out my name (a.k.a Scrumptious), I swear, they cringed! We were seated near enough the bar so we could hear their timidly said, “Double chocolate for Scrumptious!”

“Here!” I said, waving my hand at the attendant. Of course, it didn’t help that Malou was laughing like mad and Aileen just had to go take photos of a neatly scrawled ‘Scrumptious’ on the lid.

That little coffee shop incident is now giving me ideas. I don’t go to Coffee Dream, Starbucks, or even Bo’s because I’m cheap like that. It pains me to pay P150 for coffee. The only time I go there is when I’m with friends – and the fun, fun, fun conversation we have makes the P150 well-worth the price. I think I’m changing my mind about frequenting coffee shops as I write this entry, though. These coffee shops, they’re a treasure of a place! Where else can you get away with telling people your name is Audrey Hepburn? For the price of a latte, people will humor you and call out “Ms. Hepburn! Double chocolate latte for Ms. Hepburn!”

So, just so you know, I have decided it’s high time my split personalities and I stop going around the neighborhood looking for people to beat up. We will go to coffee shops instead and order iced coffee for

1. Cinderella
2. Her Majesty
3. Free.

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I hate my hosting service. My dotcom is always down. They bill on time, at times even ahead of time BUT they provide the lousiest service this side of the planet. For almost two weeks, my dotcom displayed error messages – and they were blind to emails. When it was time to fork over monthly dues, however, they promptly sent me billing. Worse, not only did they send me billing even though my dotcom hasn’t been working for some time, they actually sent me a late payment notice three times – three times, even though I’ve paid!

So, I’m gonna go take my business elsewhere. PhilHosting doesn’t need it – or at least seems not to until it’s billing time. This blog will be inactive for a while. I’ll go shop for a host that’s worth the money I pay for it. Oh, and in case you’re thinking of getting a dotcom, never host it with PhilHosting. Lousy service, lousy communication, lousy grammar – and I’ve told them so. You should know, too, before you host your blog with them.

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I’m running out of writing steam. I used to write for a living but now that I no longer do, I’ve gotten awfully lazy about writing. I very seldom write, in fact, unless trading emails with Iris and Rose count as writing hahaha. I keep falling asleep when I should be transferring domain names and figuring out what code a client tossed in to mess his website up.  And because I’ve gotten very spoiled about being able to set my own schedule, the only time I can work productively is at night, when the house is quiet and my Internet connection is at its fastest. What do I do with my mornings and afternoons? I sleep, get French tips, shop or windowshop for dresses, exchange emails or talk shop with Iris (because our baby’s finally taken off and is generating oodles of $$$), play with the kids, read books, and do lots of coding.

Three months ago, I would never have dreamed I’d have so much time on my hands to do all the things I want. Now that I do, though, it feels strange. I don’t just have time on my hands; I have heaps of it – and now I’m actually considering doing yoga so I could – to quote Iris – learn to bend like a pretzel. The hub and I spend his days off doing some traveling, swimming (pretending to swim, in my case), or trying out new restaurants. Sometime this week, we had breakfast buffet at Marriott, lunch buffet at Marco Polo, and dinner at a place we picked in random. That’s three pig-out sessions at three different places in one day, not counting the breakfast we ate at 4am. Our new favorite is Angus. It’s a little place in Country Mall that serves great steaks and yum grilled pork chops. They’ve a great version of La Marea’s warm brownie cup, too. To be honest, though, food is not why I love the place – although their food is great. I love the place because few people go there. In all the time we’ve gone there to eat, we’ve only had to share the entire restaurant with other people twice! It’s near where we live, too, which is a plus.

But I digress. I was talking about how writing codes could be both a joy and an unending source of boredom. I used to know very little about coding but I learned fast. I had to because it’s now what I do for a living. In a way, it is a lot like writing, only I end up editing a lot because I never really studied programming. I fell into it by accident and the codes that I write seldom work okay at first go. My only consolation is that because I’m a google worm, I can look up codes really fast, figure out what I did wrong, and thus, end up with more time on my hands than I know what to do with.

So, as Yam suggested, I took up hobbies. I went back to attacking my guitars – diligently, mind you, until I realized they ruin my nails. The hub and I have turned dining out into a hobby, as well – that, and hanging out in salons and massage places. Today, I am considering signing the hub, Alex, and I for either aikido or dancing lessons. The little girl loves the idea; the hub hates it because he says these lessons would get in the way of sleep. The hub and I still have the travel project in place (in fact, we plan to travel with modernpatadyong and sigbin next) but we can’t travel as much as we would have liked because unlike my time, his isn’t his own. I do not have another hobby up my sleeve, though, so why don’t you suggest one? You will be saving my sanity, believe me. Mine and that of my family’s.

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