There Goes Room Service
Part of the reason why we had such a flirty (light) dinner was we had intended to partake in the room service.
The seafood pizza with prawns and squid looks great, the sandwiches look promising and the nasi lemak's description was alluring, to say the least.
But what happens if Room Service food comes with other unwanted additions? After all, the cleanliness of the hotel is really suspect.
No room service then!
Friday, April 14, 2006
Meeting the Duty Manager
Meeting the Duty Manager
So Sobasei could not give us a satisfactory closure to the cockroach incident.
We approached the night duty manager and told her the story.
She said that she would get her manager to speak with us the next morning.
The next thing, the phone in the room rang.
It was the assistant food and beverage manager calling. He asked to meet us tomorrow morning.
So Sobasei could not give us a satisfactory closure to the cockroach incident.
We approached the night duty manager and told her the story.
She said that she would get her manager to speak with us the next morning.
The next thing, the phone in the room rang.
It was the assistant food and beverage manager calling. He asked to meet us tomorrow morning.
Accidents Galore
Accidents Galore - An Intermission
Shucks! The tea pudding bubbled out of the pot because I was so bloody caught up complaining that I forgot.
Then while cleaning up the mess, I completed 1.5 rounds of laundry.
Ok, back to bitching.
Shucks! The tea pudding bubbled out of the pot because I was so bloody caught up complaining that I forgot.
Then while cleaning up the mess, I completed 1.5 rounds of laundry.
Ok, back to bitching.
Sobasei Japanese Restaurant
The Sobasei Japanese Restaurant Farewell
We ate dinner at the Sobasei Japanese Restaurant. There were advertisements slapped all over the hotel and the hotel's website.
Of course, we'd give Sobasei a try.
Upon entering, they led us to a cut-off corner of the restaurant and sat us beside a bunch of bragging Taiwanese who were making so much noise in the restaurant. The restaurant was empty elsewhere.
I caught a rancid stench as I sat down. There seems to be a lot of oil on the walls and curtains.
We ordered our food in three different waves.
The sashimi moriawase (mixed raw fish slices) went well. We asked for another salmon sashimi and one plate of ika (squid) sushi.
The raw food went well enough.
The udon that we ordered was overcooked. It was bloated and the bland and over-watery dip didn't help.
We also ordered a suki yaki (chicken, as we both don't take beef). The waiters asked if we wanted the suki yaki to be cooked in the kitchen or at the table. Since they wanted to show-off, we'll entertain them. So we asked for the food to be cooked at our table.
So after all the food have arrived, the waiter came and made the suki yaki.
The cooking was not good. The food was not the best but the price was exorbitant.
And then, as we neared the end of dinner, a cockroach crawled out from the suki yaki gas stove.
That was it.
How could this be acceptable when you remember that what you had eaten were mainly raw stuff? What happens if...?
I dread to think.
We tried to attract the attention of the waiters but to no avail, and so I went out and asked for the manager. He was on leave. So I asked who was in-charge.
Some young 24 year old waiter said he is.
Great, so what?
He merely apologised and left the half-dead cockroach lie on my dessert plate waving good bye.
We ate dinner at the Sobasei Japanese Restaurant. There were advertisements slapped all over the hotel and the hotel's website.
Of course, we'd give Sobasei a try.
Upon entering, they led us to a cut-off corner of the restaurant and sat us beside a bunch of bragging Taiwanese who were making so much noise in the restaurant. The restaurant was empty elsewhere.
I caught a rancid stench as I sat down. There seems to be a lot of oil on the walls and curtains.
We ordered our food in three different waves.
The sashimi moriawase (mixed raw fish slices) went well. We asked for another salmon sashimi and one plate of ika (squid) sushi.
The raw food went well enough.
The udon that we ordered was overcooked. It was bloated and the bland and over-watery dip didn't help.
We also ordered a suki yaki (chicken, as we both don't take beef). The waiters asked if we wanted the suki yaki to be cooked in the kitchen or at the table. Since they wanted to show-off, we'll entertain them. So we asked for the food to be cooked at our table.
So after all the food have arrived, the waiter came and made the suki yaki.
The cooking was not good. The food was not the best but the price was exorbitant.
And then, as we neared the end of dinner, a cockroach crawled out from the suki yaki gas stove.
That was it.
How could this be acceptable when you remember that what you had eaten were mainly raw stuff? What happens if...?
I dread to think.
We tried to attract the attention of the waiters but to no avail, and so I went out and asked for the manager. He was on leave. So I asked who was in-charge.
Some young 24 year old waiter said he is.
Great, so what?
He merely apologised and left the half-dead cockroach lie on my dessert plate waving good bye.
"You Must Return The Towels, Ah"
"You Must Return The Towels, Ah"
So Mandara Spa lost my business.
After lazing around for about an hour and channel surfing limited watchable channels (some are so overcome by static that you would go nuts trying to filter out the noise), I decided to go for a swim.
I rummaged the hotel information and did not see any information telling me about the facilities provided for guests who want to go swimming.
So, I pulled on my trunks and a polo shirt and went swimming.
At the pool, I saw the towel loan counter. WTF. If they had said so earlier, I'd brought the whole works and I could avoid going back to my room to bathe but instead I could do my ablutions in the toilets.
Heck, so my friend took his trunks and I asked him to get the towels.
He returned with two towels and we soaked in the water for about three quarters of an hour.
When I had enough of dipping, I wanted to get back to my room to rinse out the excessive chlorine on my body and hair. I wrapped my towel around my waist and then this towel counter attendant came over.
"Ah, this towel must return. Lend only. You must return the towels, ah".
Sure, what's the big deal? We also found out that she is supposed to man the counter till 9 pm.
So I went back to my room after dipping in the jacuzzi and getting a quick rinse.
I washed myself in my room, took the towels and returned to the poolside to return the towel.
She was no where to be found. I searched the entire poolside shops, lounges, and areas and I was told by a shop attendant that I could just dump the towel there and sign out.
So, I could easily sign in and keep the towel. I just feign ignorance and insist that I have returned the towels?
Anyhow, towels or not, service sucks.
So Mandara Spa lost my business.
After lazing around for about an hour and channel surfing limited watchable channels (some are so overcome by static that you would go nuts trying to filter out the noise), I decided to go for a swim.
I rummaged the hotel information and did not see any information telling me about the facilities provided for guests who want to go swimming.
So, I pulled on my trunks and a polo shirt and went swimming.
At the pool, I saw the towel loan counter. WTF. If they had said so earlier, I'd brought the whole works and I could avoid going back to my room to bathe but instead I could do my ablutions in the toilets.
Heck, so my friend took his trunks and I asked him to get the towels.
He returned with two towels and we soaked in the water for about three quarters of an hour.
When I had enough of dipping, I wanted to get back to my room to rinse out the excessive chlorine on my body and hair. I wrapped my towel around my waist and then this towel counter attendant came over.
"Ah, this towel must return. Lend only. You must return the towels, ah".
Sure, what's the big deal? We also found out that she is supposed to man the counter till 9 pm.
So I went back to my room after dipping in the jacuzzi and getting a quick rinse.
I washed myself in my room, took the towels and returned to the poolside to return the towel.
She was no where to be found. I searched the entire poolside shops, lounges, and areas and I was told by a shop attendant that I could just dump the towel there and sign out.
So, I could easily sign in and keep the towel. I just feign ignorance and insist that I have returned the towels?
Anyhow, towels or not, service sucks.
It's In Your Room
It's In Your Room
After check in, we saw the Mandara Spa as we walked to the lifts.
We walked in and tried to find out the prices for the treatment packages.
The receptionist said, "Are you guests here?"
Yes, we said.
"The price list is in the room. You go to the room and see."
That's it. They lost my business.
Never mind not getting pampered. Anyway, RM 75 for some stupid manicure ain't for the shallow pockets.
Still, the service at the first shop sucked.
After check in, we saw the Mandara Spa as we walked to the lifts.
We walked in and tried to find out the prices for the treatment packages.
The receptionist said, "Are you guests here?"
Yes, we said.
"The price list is in the room. You go to the room and see."
That's it. They lost my business.
Never mind not getting pampered. Anyway, RM 75 for some stupid manicure ain't for the shallow pockets.
Still, the service at the first shop sucked.
Getting There - Sofitel Palm Resort Senai
Getting There - Sofitel Palm Resort Senai
Went over there last afternoon, on my pre-Good Friday half-day leave.
Here is a run-down of getting there.
1. Weather
It was raining when we drove in. Whether or not we liked it, we had to get in and out of the car. Or place hands out of the car - immigration booths, toll payment, lunch, changing money, shopping. You name it.
2. Route familiarity
For once, I chose not to drive because I'm a better navigator than a slow driver. So I let my friend, a more patient driver to get us there. Neither of us were familiar with the way there but slowly and surely, we made our way there without a glitch.
3. Parking
There were ample parking lots and the place is big.
4. Check-in
Since we did the internet pre-paid booking, all we had to do was to present the print-out voucher and we were given some room with a view of the golf course - pathetic by any standards, but this is minor compared to what is coming up.
Went over there last afternoon, on my pre-Good Friday half-day leave.
Here is a run-down of getting there.
1. Weather
It was raining when we drove in. Whether or not we liked it, we had to get in and out of the car. Or place hands out of the car - immigration booths, toll payment, lunch, changing money, shopping. You name it.
2. Route familiarity
For once, I chose not to drive because I'm a better navigator than a slow driver. So I let my friend, a more patient driver to get us there. Neither of us were familiar with the way there but slowly and surely, we made our way there without a glitch.
3. Parking
There were ample parking lots and the place is big.
4. Check-in
Since we did the internet pre-paid booking, all we had to do was to present the print-out voucher and we were given some room with a view of the golf course - pathetic by any standards, but this is minor compared to what is coming up.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
My Rants
My Rants
I've decided to set up the bitching blog anyway.
I'll be moving some posts over and maintain that blog perhaps for a short story collection some time in the future.
I'll be mauling Rose soon. I'll complete the story, perhaps in instalments or running continuations. Have not decided. Let's see how the thing develops.
I'm a highly social animal - not social social (aka social butterfly) but more like an analytical mirror. This is quite bad actually because it makes me judgemental and I measure people against my moral standards and inner rules. But hey, which human being isn't like that? It's just that some people are more vocal than others.
That's why I prefer to either factually report the occurrences or give it a slightly fictional twist to bring it away from all legal liabilities.
I've decided to set up the bitching blog anyway.
I'll be moving some posts over and maintain that blog perhaps for a short story collection some time in the future.
I'll be mauling Rose soon. I'll complete the story, perhaps in instalments or running continuations. Have not decided. Let's see how the thing develops.
I'm a highly social animal - not social social (aka social butterfly) but more like an analytical mirror. This is quite bad actually because it makes me judgemental and I measure people against my moral standards and inner rules. But hey, which human being isn't like that? It's just that some people are more vocal than others.
That's why I prefer to either factually report the occurrences or give it a slightly fictional twist to bring it away from all legal liabilities.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Rose
Also known as "The Vietnamese Woman with the Love Bite"
Rose (name fictitious) sat on the very crowded MRT train. She was wearing a low white top exposing her shoulders, which she kept covered with a thin jacket made of the same white cotton as her top.
She left the jacket unbuttoned. And at the spot above her white top where the left flap of the jacket opens is a crimson red love bite. The unmistakable pair of lips that left the marks of the passion it shared with Rose's breasts. The brand of a possibly illicit affair which needed to be kept clandestine, but yet consumed in the light of day.
Rose clenched her fists, attempting to hide the gold ring that adorned her left ring finger. Isn't it easier to just remove the offending sight of the ring?
Perhaps not. Or she might forget her status that she is married and is merely here to hook unsuspecting Singapore men for hot passionate sex in exchange for cold hard cash.
Her phone rang and she spoke in quick tones. She never managed to mask the irritation and mild frustration. The call ended pretty quickly and a glaze covered her eyes. She was in her own little private space again.
Could she be thinking of the passionate love she had a while ago or is she already imagining the next bout of making out that might just take place at some condominium at Lakeside? Just then, the passenger beside her vacated his seat and Rose immediately took it and started speaking in her native tongue to her other friend. So, they had been separated by the passenger in the middle.
Unmistakably, Rose's irritation could be discerned even though the language was unfamiliar. She was complaining about something. Yet, her right thumb and index finger never left the ring on her left hand. She twiddled it as though it was something that she very much wanted to remove.
Or perhaps not. It was the ring from her hubby in Singapore. It fit better than the one given to her by her Vietnamese husband, to whom she was betrothed when she was just a little girl.
Good life in Singapore has made her knobbly fingers fleshier and the ill-fitting ring soon gave way to a better fitting one, just like her marriages. Legally, she had not divorced her Vietnamese husband.
It was tough to divorce him now that she is here and had been unable to contact him for a long time. She thought of him once a while, but she never felt bad ditching him for another guy.
This Singapore guy gave her her pink identity card. This effectively made her a citizen. Even though the marriage was merely for show. After all, he had never been interested in women. They did not even consume their marriage. They had a flat but each had led separate lives. Sure, they attended the occasional event as a couple but they had never shared bed or been intimate with each other.
He never knew, much less minded, her wanton ways, sleeping around with guys for the additional cash. While he gave her money each month for some expenses, she had been able to lead a pretty comfortable life from the additional pickings from those dirty old men "who can't stay hard enough to put on a condom".
She knew it, but hey, it gives her a good life.
The train pulled into Lakeside. She got off with her friend and soon they parted ways as she made her way to the condominium beside the train station.
#15 - YYY. She entered the lift and went up to the fifteenth storey.
She walked towards the door and pressed the door bell.
The door opened and she was roughly pulled in.
@ @ @
The next evening, the headlines of the Chinese local tabloids screamed, "Viet Woman Slashed to Death by Jealous Husband".
Rose (name fictitious) sat on the very crowded MRT train. She was wearing a low white top exposing her shoulders, which she kept covered with a thin jacket made of the same white cotton as her top.
She left the jacket unbuttoned. And at the spot above her white top where the left flap of the jacket opens is a crimson red love bite. The unmistakable pair of lips that left the marks of the passion it shared with Rose's breasts. The brand of a possibly illicit affair which needed to be kept clandestine, but yet consumed in the light of day.
Rose clenched her fists, attempting to hide the gold ring that adorned her left ring finger. Isn't it easier to just remove the offending sight of the ring?
Perhaps not. Or she might forget her status that she is married and is merely here to hook unsuspecting Singapore men for hot passionate sex in exchange for cold hard cash.
Her phone rang and she spoke in quick tones. She never managed to mask the irritation and mild frustration. The call ended pretty quickly and a glaze covered her eyes. She was in her own little private space again.
Could she be thinking of the passionate love she had a while ago or is she already imagining the next bout of making out that might just take place at some condominium at Lakeside? Just then, the passenger beside her vacated his seat and Rose immediately took it and started speaking in her native tongue to her other friend. So, they had been separated by the passenger in the middle.
Unmistakably, Rose's irritation could be discerned even though the language was unfamiliar. She was complaining about something. Yet, her right thumb and index finger never left the ring on her left hand. She twiddled it as though it was something that she very much wanted to remove.
Or perhaps not. It was the ring from her hubby in Singapore. It fit better than the one given to her by her Vietnamese husband, to whom she was betrothed when she was just a little girl.
Good life in Singapore has made her knobbly fingers fleshier and the ill-fitting ring soon gave way to a better fitting one, just like her marriages. Legally, she had not divorced her Vietnamese husband.
It was tough to divorce him now that she is here and had been unable to contact him for a long time. She thought of him once a while, but she never felt bad ditching him for another guy.
This Singapore guy gave her her pink identity card. This effectively made her a citizen. Even though the marriage was merely for show. After all, he had never been interested in women. They did not even consume their marriage. They had a flat but each had led separate lives. Sure, they attended the occasional event as a couple but they had never shared bed or been intimate with each other.
He never knew, much less minded, her wanton ways, sleeping around with guys for the additional cash. While he gave her money each month for some expenses, she had been able to lead a pretty comfortable life from the additional pickings from those dirty old men "who can't stay hard enough to put on a condom".
She knew it, but hey, it gives her a good life.
The train pulled into Lakeside. She got off with her friend and soon they parted ways as she made her way to the condominium beside the train station.
#15 - YYY. She entered the lift and went up to the fifteenth storey.
She walked towards the door and pressed the door bell.
The door opened and she was roughly pulled in.
@ @ @
The next evening, the headlines of the Chinese local tabloids screamed, "Viet Woman Slashed to Death by Jealous Husband".
New Blog?
New Blog?
I realised I've been writing a lot about women who have riled me or made me feel embarrassed for their existence.
Wondering if I should start a new blog where I bitch only about these women: A Misogynist's Tales.
I wonder.
I realised I've been writing a lot about women who have riled me or made me feel embarrassed for their existence.
Wondering if I should start a new blog where I bitch only about these women: A Misogynist's Tales.
I wonder.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Swatow Tea
Swatow Tea
I was given a bottle of Chinese Swatow tea by my friend, mentor, ex-colleague and her husband at the class BBQ.
The packing looks ordinary but the packers have managed to keep the tea leaves' smell in the bottle.
I've drunk much tea and I'm looking forward to opening this bottle once I am done with those I had bought in 2002. I guess a couple of rounds of tea jelly making will greatly help with old tea disposal. Let me see how I could go about it.
I was given a bottle of Chinese Swatow tea by my friend, mentor, ex-colleague and her husband at the class BBQ.
The packing looks ordinary but the packers have managed to keep the tea leaves' smell in the bottle.
I've drunk much tea and I'm looking forward to opening this bottle once I am done with those I had bought in 2002. I guess a couple of rounds of tea jelly making will greatly help with old tea disposal. Let me see how I could go about it.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Transcending Cultures and Races
Transcending Cultures and Races
I knew I've done great as a teacher to introduce concepts of racial tolerance, cultural appreciation and the importance of being racially blind but culturally sensitive.
In fact, when I saw P***** playing mahjong, I realised I've found the universal panacea to Singapore's woes.
Small wonder we are going to build casinos.
Didn't people realise how GAMBLING is surely going to make the citizens of Singapore one united people, regardless of race, language or religion?
As long as you queue, you get a just, equal, and democratic chance at placing your bets. Of course, as long as you play within your means, you will have the peace you need and the loansharks may not be hounding you or hanging pig heads on your door to make you repay your loans.
You may have a chance to taste happiness, prosperity, and progress for your family's financial situation.
I knew I've done great as a teacher to introduce concepts of racial tolerance, cultural appreciation and the importance of being racially blind but culturally sensitive.
In fact, when I saw P***** playing mahjong, I realised I've found the universal panacea to Singapore's woes.
Small wonder we are going to build casinos.
Didn't people realise how GAMBLING is surely going to make the citizens of Singapore one united people, regardless of race, language or religion?
As long as you queue, you get a just, equal, and democratic chance at placing your bets. Of course, as long as you play within your means, you will have the peace you need and the loansharks may not be hounding you or hanging pig heads on your door to make you repay your loans.
You may have a chance to taste happiness, prosperity, and progress for your family's financial situation.
Death by Chicken Wings
Death by Chicken Wings
Bird flu is spreading. Many parts of Europe are facing the scourge. Africa has it. And many parts of Asia too.
In order to prevent the chickens from dying unnecessarily, we chose to end their lives humanely. We probably went through 200 chicken wings on Sat.
I remember packing about 25 curried drumlets home and counting those which were already consumed, the curry probably had about 50 to 70 wings. Plus the 150 we catered for the fire, we probably de-winged more than 100 chickens.
I remember eating about 10 roasted wings but not a single curry one as I was refluxing like crazy after a coffee overdose that morning. But I must say that the well-done wings tasted good. Wonder who's the good roaster (no pun, no pun!) - icloud or justin.
Bird flu is spreading. Many parts of Europe are facing the scourge. Africa has it. And many parts of Asia too.
In order to prevent the chickens from dying unnecessarily, we chose to end their lives humanely. We probably went through 200 chicken wings on Sat.
I remember packing about 25 curried drumlets home and counting those which were already consumed, the curry probably had about 50 to 70 wings. Plus the 150 we catered for the fire, we probably de-winged more than 100 chickens.
I remember eating about 10 roasted wings but not a single curry one as I was refluxing like crazy after a coffee overdose that morning. But I must say that the well-done wings tasted good. Wonder who's the good roaster (no pun, no pun!) - icloud or justin.
Food Before BBQ
Food Before BBQ
Historical binges that crippled the food soldiers before the all important BBQ event:
2006 (4/6 2004 class outing) - Fried stuff: chicken nuggets, curry puffs, fish fingers, sausages
2005 (Mdm Liu's farewell) - Canadian 2-for-1 Pizza
2003 (3/6 2003 class BBQ) - Nasi lemak
Premonitive occurrences - untimely rain before BBQ
Binge onset - late firestarting or important guest arrives late
Binge trigger - arrival of cooked, ready-to-eat food which is warm and yummy
Binge outcome - disinterest in actual BBQ food
Common co-occurrences - excessive water intake (salty food?) (all), charred food (all), less than excellently prepared BBQ food (2003, 2006), small BBQ pit (2005)
Pre-emptive measures - early cooking of BBQ food (rain notwithstanding), proper food seasoning (cost notwithstanding)
Preventive measures - dictator/dictatress early presence to enforce action, passing of law for fried/ready food as back-up after BBQ food is fully consumed
Conclusion - Ignore everything up there. I'm just there to have fun!
Historical binges that crippled the food soldiers before the all important BBQ event:
2006 (4/6 2004 class outing) - Fried stuff: chicken nuggets, curry puffs, fish fingers, sausages
2005 (Mdm Liu's farewell) - Canadian 2-for-1 Pizza
2003 (3/6 2003 class BBQ) - Nasi lemak
Premonitive occurrences - untimely rain before BBQ
Binge onset - late firestarting or important guest arrives late
Binge trigger - arrival of cooked, ready-to-eat food which is warm and yummy
Binge outcome - disinterest in actual BBQ food
Common co-occurrences - excessive water intake (salty food?) (all), charred food (all), less than excellently prepared BBQ food (2003, 2006), small BBQ pit (2005)
Pre-emptive measures - early cooking of BBQ food (rain notwithstanding), proper food seasoning (cost notwithstanding)
Preventive measures - dictator/dictatress early presence to enforce action, passing of law for fried/ready food as back-up after BBQ food is fully consumed
Conclusion - Ignore everything up there. I'm just there to have fun!
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Stupid-ordinare
Stupid-ordinare
Called my cable service provider S****** and check if I'm on automatic blood loss (GIRO) mode for bill payments.
So I went through the entire procedure of making selections following recorded instructions and dutifully keyed-in my account and identification card number.
And then I was put on hold as "all our customer service officers are busy. (As) Your call is important to us and we will attend to you shortly. (Advertisements.)" Repeat earlier message, advertisements...
So this guy picked up the phone finally and asked, "Mr Eugene, can I have your account number and identification card number?"
Me: I thought I keyed-in everything already? Why are you asking for it again?
Him: This is just a security feature. We need to verify...
Me (cutting him short): What is there to verify? I'm just checking if I'm on GIRO. I'm not even asking to know anything else.
Him: This is a procedure...
Me (interrupting again): What a stupid procedure when you ask me for information which I have entered based on your instructions? Your management is stupid or sleeping is it? Everything do twice?
Him: Mm..
Me: So you "Mm". That means they are stupid and sleeping.
Him: Er...
Me: Ok, since that's the case, no choice. My account number is....
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry but I was definitely laughing when I put down the phone.
Annihileration is sweet.
Called my cable service provider S****** and check if I'm on automatic blood loss (GIRO) mode for bill payments.
So I went through the entire procedure of making selections following recorded instructions and dutifully keyed-in my account and identification card number.
And then I was put on hold as "all our customer service officers are busy. (As) Your call is important to us and we will attend to you shortly. (Advertisements.)" Repeat earlier message, advertisements...
So this guy picked up the phone finally and asked, "Mr Eugene, can I have your account number and identification card number?"
Me: I thought I keyed-in everything already? Why are you asking for it again?
Him: This is just a security feature. We need to verify...
Me (cutting him short): What is there to verify? I'm just checking if I'm on GIRO. I'm not even asking to know anything else.
Him: This is a procedure...
Me (interrupting again): What a stupid procedure when you ask me for information which I have entered based on your instructions? Your management is stupid or sleeping is it? Everything do twice?
Him: Mm..
Me: So you "Mm". That means they are stupid and sleeping.
Him: Er...
Me: Ok, since that's the case, no choice. My account number is....
I don't know whether to laugh or to cry but I was definitely laughing when I put down the phone.
Annihileration is sweet.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Instant Replay in Tennis
Instant Replay in Tennis
Quoting Miss Martina Navratilova, "Where was this thing 20 years ago?"
She said it all.
Quoting Miss Martina Navratilova, "Where was this thing 20 years ago?"
She said it all.
Now that I have it...
Now that I have it...
Thaksin Shinawatra has done it.
First he refused to resign. Why should he?
Then he called a snap polls. Smart move.
Subsequently, he won the elections and could be PM again. Of course!
Then now he decides he will quit as PM.
My idol - how else to effectively take the winds out of the opposition first by teasing them, inducing them to play hardball, and now that they have nothing left, decide to give up everything all together?
Great strategician - now that I have it, I don't want it already.
Reminds me of a friend who's mantra goes: If I can't win, I don't want to play already.
Thaksin Shinawatra has done it.
First he refused to resign. Why should he?
Then he called a snap polls. Smart move.
Subsequently, he won the elections and could be PM again. Of course!
Then now he decides he will quit as PM.
My idol - how else to effectively take the winds out of the opposition first by teasing them, inducing them to play hardball, and now that they have nothing left, decide to give up everything all together?
Great strategician - now that I have it, I don't want it already.
Reminds me of a friend who's mantra goes: If I can't win, I don't want to play already.
Killer Shoulders
Killer Shoulders
The darned shoulders are killing me. It's not that I've nothing to write but the shoulders are so painful (repetitive injury caused by excessive typing) that they are holding me back.
I've been off from work on medical grounds for two days already. But I simply can't go to work yet.
Between the pain and the painkillers, I'll be suffering both ways - either I'm in agony or agonisingly drowsy.
I need a good long break soon.
The darned shoulders are killing me. It's not that I've nothing to write but the shoulders are so painful (repetitive injury caused by excessive typing) that they are holding me back.
I've been off from work on medical grounds for two days already. But I simply can't go to work yet.
Between the pain and the painkillers, I'll be suffering both ways - either I'm in agony or agonisingly drowsy.
I need a good long break soon.
The lighter side of Bird Flu
The lighter side of Bird Flu
From Well, I think they're funny
In an attempt to thwart the spread of bird flu, President George W. Bush has bombed the Canary Islands.
From Letterman...
Top Ten Dumb Guy Tips For Avoiding The Bird Flu
10. "Before eating chicken, soak it in Lysol"
9. "Don't lick unfamiliar pigeons"
8. "Frighten birds by constantly meowing"
7. "Stay away from basketball great Larry Bird"
6. "Anti-bacterial smoothies"
5. "Move to a place where there are no birds, like the moon"
4. "Avoid birds that look like they're up to something"
3. "Go back to the old Y2K bunker, start drinking"
2. "Fill birdfeeder with Sucrets"
1. "If you have a chicken, check for swelling in the McNuggets"
From Well, I think they're funny
In an attempt to thwart the spread of bird flu, President George W. Bush has bombed the Canary Islands.
From Letterman...
Top Ten Dumb Guy Tips For Avoiding The Bird Flu
10. "Before eating chicken, soak it in Lysol"
9. "Don't lick unfamiliar pigeons"
8. "Frighten birds by constantly meowing"
7. "Stay away from basketball great Larry Bird"
6. "Anti-bacterial smoothies"
5. "Move to a place where there are no birds, like the moon"
4. "Avoid birds that look like they're up to something"
3. "Go back to the old Y2K bunker, start drinking"
2. "Fill birdfeeder with Sucrets"
1. "If you have a chicken, check for swelling in the McNuggets"
Saturday, April 01, 2006
April Fools' Day
April Fools' Day
You know you are too old when you can't even be bothered to think of a prank.
You know you are too old when you can't even be bothered to think of a prank.
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