My ideology of using gadgets, tools, and other personal things is quite simple - use them until they die, or until they fall apart, or until they fail you, or until they hurt you and let you fall.
Well last night, past midnight, I fell... and it hurt!
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| Waaaah...puta...my swivel chair, my executive leather swivel chair!!! |
I have had this for a year and a half only. Pfft. Now I realized how important the how-to-use-instructions are. Well actually I didn't see it. The effing warning sign, which I only saw last night hiding underneath the chair, says "Do not use this product on slippery hard floor, like a tile sureface, for example." I knew it, dang! I thought my chair wouldn't mind being used on a tiled floor. So much for its price.
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| Pota...bawal daw sa tiled floor. Demmet. |
I should have placed a mat under the chair. But, to be honest, I really don't know who to blame - my weight, or the tiled floor. Maybe I really should lose weight. @_@
The chair was P3,299 from SM South Mall appliance center. I remember the number because the tag was only removed last month. Pfft. Getting a replacement now is not possible. Puta wala pa akong pera!
I need my comfortable chair since I'm in front of the computer again most of the time. I kinda shoooed away from the web for a little while when I was busy with oil painting. But since my limited financial ability (which has actually gone to zero now) couldn't buy me both food and oil paint, I decided to stop my oil painting, temporarily. I don't know when I can go back to painting. (So there went my fantasy of oil painting exhibit and stardom in December). Pfft. Now that I don't have money, things around me are starting to fall apart, one by one - literally. First was my electric fan (which I managed to fix - yeah I know how to fix its wirings - thanks to my dad). Then my 2 cellphones which have been both acting up lately. And now my swivel chair! (What am I gonna do with the leather? Make a jacket?) So here I am, sitting on a monoblock chair. How's that. Gawd!
Tonight's prayer: "I willingly surrender the soul of my executive leather swivel chair. I'm giving it back to you. But please, spare my computer."
