I almost forgot to ink this one in...I just got off today with a couple of local travel agencies as well as with a ticketing officer of a reknowned airline based here in the Gulf. I am trying to arrange a flight itenerary for my wife and daughter who'll be leaving for Manila.I just want the rest of the world to know how pathetic the airline industry thinks just about everyone is a sap, a sucker, a dupe, or just plain-ol' gullible when they quote their prices... I'm not talking about used-car sort of deals, I'm talking about their extreme pretension towards advancing a bullshit, off-the-chart, broad-day-light extortion-like-prices kinda way!Makes you think whether or not its worth the trouble getting those frequent-flyer-miles for a crappy toaster or a vacuum cleaner --- which reminds me, I need to check how much points I've earned already...
Hey, waddaya know...? I finally came around writing my own blog...
Just when the rest of the world thought that they have had enough bloggers in the world... I decided to start this crap...
Okay, just cut me some slack people... I need a pet friend too... *sniff-sniff
Seriously... feel free to castrate my already dilapidated psyche and send your comments...
I'll try to post as often as I can... so for those of you who are shaking their fists in a display of disgust and protest --- you can just bite my bloggily-typin'-ass!
P.S. .:: All materials, explicit or otherwise are duly copyrighted, so back off plagiaristic punks! ::.
Source of frustrations so divine
Living through the shallow pools of sanity
Memories unfolding, countless treasures
Lingers on like a virgin's breathe entombed
Mimics and fools with widgets and tools
Toils and troubles on from end to godless end
Never veering through all the chaos
Daughters and Wives are lost in limbo promises
Yearn to thou frail victorious end
When kings and Caesars toast your return
The land of bitter sweet solitude I yearn
Not knowing whose future will be left unearned
Swinging through a labyrinth of sorrow
Bleeding heart, forgotten dreams I succumb
Only with this suffering I fleet in time
To once again repeat the crime
I sing the songs of final reprieve
Of Cold, of damp, of insincere respite
For there is no greater reward in a world so temporary
But the promise in the end, of an Ultimate Victory!
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