I recently made a new friend. After casually flirting, he gave me his Thai number and asked me to text him saying he wanted to "taste Malaysia". Go figure. So anyway, once home I texted him and it never went thru. I tried and tried again and again but never went thru. In frustration and determination I called him and this was when things went abit cuckoo. I got thru but it was his telcom's network voice message system that answered my call. Specifically his Thai telcom network. First it was all in Thai, then in English.
PHONE: Hello, u have reached xxxxxx. If you would like to leave a message please press 1.
So.. I pressed 1.
PHONE: If u'd like instructions in English, please press 1. If u'd like instructions in English please press 2.
What?! Umm.. Ok.. So for the fun of it, I pressed 2.
PHONE: Please key in your phone number, followed by the star key.
So.. I key in my number, and press the star key.
PHONE: Thank you. If you'd like to leave another number, please press 2 and key in your number followed by the star key.
Excuse me? Now why would i want to leave another number? This got me abit confused. And where was the part that I actually left the message? So since there was nothing else to do, I pressed 2, keyed in my number and hit the star key.
PHONE: Thank you. To go back to the main menu, please press 1.
I waited. Silence..
PHONE: Thank you. To go back to the main menu, please press 1.
What main menu?! Where do i leave the message?
PHONE: Thank you. To go back to the main menu, please press 1.
Fine!! 1 it is!
PHONE: If u'd like instructions in English, please press 1. If u'd like instructions in English, please press 2.
This is ridiculous. Where do I leave the message? I hung up. An hour later I tried again.
PHONE: Hello, u have reached xxxxxxx...
I hung up. What is wrong with these people? And that woman on the phone's voice was so nasal and annoying. Felt like throwing the phone at her face. It was really frustrating cos I really liked this guy and to have this woman stand in my way. Aargh! Maybe.. it just wasn't meant to be.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
t o x i c
Two days ago, on a flight back from a certain city (which shall not be named cos i might end up getting sued), I had the chance to live through 2hours and 45 minutes of hell. It wasn't a full flight. About 70%. And i was stationed at the back galley. And the passengers that filled up the back part of the cabin were my problem. I'm not sure if this was part of their culture (which i sincerely doubt) or is it just a lack of forgetfullness (again.. i doubt), but they smelt to heaven!! And we were close to heaven!!
This is no ordinary BO. This is hard, penetrating BO. The kind that just lingered and got worst with every twist and turn of the body. The kind of smell you'd imagine coming from a rotting rat that's been left in wet cardboard box in the scorching humid sun. Me and my colleague Ros at the back really wanted to throw up. But we are professionals. So we smiled our way thru the agony. Of course, it didn't help that they started removing their shoes and taking off their jackets. Making themselves comfortable. To make matters worst, my demo position was exactly where the rottenest bunch of them were seating. I literally had to breathe thru my mouth which made me even sick cos now I was convinced the smell was gonna kill my insides. After take off and during service, me and Ros were put to the test cos our FnB cart just happened to stop at that horrid spot as they pondered on what to order. Thank God for yoga.. I manage to minimize my breating as much as I could but it didn't help cos for some reason I was hyperventilating.
After service we were back in the galley, which wasn't much of a comfort despite my constant spraying with the air freshener. And then I realized I was smelling abit off. I subtly began smelling myself and to my horror I told myself, OHMYGOD could it have been me that was smelling all this while and not them? Was I really so egoistic and proud so as not to admit that I was smelling and not them? I wanted to cry. I looked at Ros and she had this look of realization on her face. Like she knew at that point too that it was me and not them. Then she spoke "Dear, i think.." I held my breath. "I think we are beginning to smell like them. It's on me too. It's on you. It's invaded our being." And I wanted to jump for joy knowing that it wasn't me after all but them from the beginning but i couldn't cos now there was an even bigger problem. The smell had entered the galley and almost everything we touched. It was ridiculous. And we couldn't open a window. We couldn't do anything but to just live with it just as they who brought the smell had been living with it.
I believe it's just a way of life with them. Something that they are. Culture. And despite my struggling efforts to reduce the smell it didn't help. Most of my colleague despise doing this sector becos of this little problem. But this is our living.
Somethings are accepted in some cultures and others not. We just have to learn to come to terms with it. And respect each other's cultures. But I don't think I will understand how not bathing is part f someone's culture and not wearing deo. A close friend of mine Nalini adores good smells, I don't think she would have survived this onslaught of nastiness. I barely did.
This is no ordinary BO. This is hard, penetrating BO. The kind that just lingered and got worst with every twist and turn of the body. The kind of smell you'd imagine coming from a rotting rat that's been left in wet cardboard box in the scorching humid sun. Me and my colleague Ros at the back really wanted to throw up. But we are professionals. So we smiled our way thru the agony. Of course, it didn't help that they started removing their shoes and taking off their jackets. Making themselves comfortable. To make matters worst, my demo position was exactly where the rottenest bunch of them were seating. I literally had to breathe thru my mouth which made me even sick cos now I was convinced the smell was gonna kill my insides. After take off and during service, me and Ros were put to the test cos our FnB cart just happened to stop at that horrid spot as they pondered on what to order. Thank God for yoga.. I manage to minimize my breating as much as I could but it didn't help cos for some reason I was hyperventilating.
After service we were back in the galley, which wasn't much of a comfort despite my constant spraying with the air freshener. And then I realized I was smelling abit off. I subtly began smelling myself and to my horror I told myself, OHMYGOD could it have been me that was smelling all this while and not them? Was I really so egoistic and proud so as not to admit that I was smelling and not them? I wanted to cry. I looked at Ros and she had this look of realization on her face. Like she knew at that point too that it was me and not them. Then she spoke "Dear, i think.." I held my breath. "I think we are beginning to smell like them. It's on me too. It's on you. It's invaded our being." And I wanted to jump for joy knowing that it wasn't me after all but them from the beginning but i couldn't cos now there was an even bigger problem. The smell had entered the galley and almost everything we touched. It was ridiculous. And we couldn't open a window. We couldn't do anything but to just live with it just as they who brought the smell had been living with it.
I believe it's just a way of life with them. Something that they are. Culture. And despite my struggling efforts to reduce the smell it didn't help. Most of my colleague despise doing this sector becos of this little problem. But this is our living.
Somethings are accepted in some cultures and others not. We just have to learn to come to terms with it. And respect each other's cultures. But I don't think I will understand how not bathing is part f someone's culture and not wearing deo. A close friend of mine Nalini adores good smells, I don't think she would have survived this onslaught of nastiness. I barely did.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
i think i'm in love
I just got back from watching SUPERMAN RETURNS. And I must admit I am in love. But I'm not really sure if it's with Superman the character or Superman the Brandon Routh. I think it's both. To start off, it isn't a bad movie as some people have said. I got goosebumped at a few scenes. Particularly, when Superman makes his first appearance and saves a downward spiraling 777-aircraft from crashing into a stadium of people. The movie is alot about Superman and Lois and their undeniable love despite the fact that he went missing for 5 years without saying goodbye and she moving on and having a kid. SUPERMAN RETURNS shows Brandon Routh in a beautiful, messiah-like entity. Almost every shot of him is shot from a good angle, and there's often a soft glow about him. And when the wind blows his hair, or when he's flexing when flying, or when he is silently brooding (my personal fave), he is in his element. Sure, he was abit stiff in some scenes but then again, he is made of steel, so you'd expect steel to be stiff won't you?
Bryan Singer (the director) made a good choice in casting a handsome unknown into the famous blue tights. But then again, he is known for doin that. Look at his choice for Wolverine. A handsome unknown Hugh Jackman. Brandon Routh has that boyish, squarecut appeal. Innocent and honourable at the same time. You just wanna hold him!! And amazingly, Brandon looks a bit like a younger Christopher Reeve. Very fitting. Speaking of Christopher Reeve, towards the end credits you'll find that the movie is dedicated to the memory of Christopher and Dana Reeve. Very touching.
Special mention Parkey Posey's role as Kitty. Lex Luthor's girl. She provided the comic relief and a suffering good girl running with the bad boys. She had the funniest lines as the supposedly dumb blonde. I like the movie. I like Brandon. I don't really like Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane. I always said Teri Hatcher made the best Lois. She made Dean Cain look good. But Kate did her best and for that I applaud. So watch it people. The world needs Superman. We all need Superman. Especially when he looks like this.
Bryan Singer (the director) made a good choice in casting a handsome unknown into the famous blue tights. But then again, he is known for doin that. Look at his choice for Wolverine. A handsome unknown Hugh Jackman. Brandon Routh has that boyish, squarecut appeal. Innocent and honourable at the same time. You just wanna hold him!! And amazingly, Brandon looks a bit like a younger Christopher Reeve. Very fitting. Speaking of Christopher Reeve, towards the end credits you'll find that the movie is dedicated to the memory of Christopher and Dana Reeve. Very touching.
Special mention Parkey Posey's role as Kitty. Lex Luthor's girl. She provided the comic relief and a suffering good girl running with the bad boys. She had the funniest lines as the supposedly dumb blonde. I like the movie. I like Brandon. I don't really like Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane. I always said Teri Hatcher made the best Lois. She made Dean Cain look good. But Kate did her best and for that I applaud. So watch it people. The world needs Superman. We all need Superman. Especially when he looks like this.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
wake me up before you go
Oh.. my.. God.. I cannot believe it. England lost. To Portugal!! On penalties!! What is the world coming to? I missed the match. Was in the air at that time but of course upon touching down, the news hit me the moment my Nokia was switched on.
First, Beckham gets stomped on by some wild horse, then promptly injured and removed from the game.
Then, Rooney gets red carded over some dumb fight. Looking at the image, i can't help but wonder why isn't anyone helping the dude on the ground? Or is it all some elaborate plan to get Rooney out. Them knowing his short-temperedness and banking on it? Hmm.. Such acting and drama on the field.
No sense in crying over spilt lager. England forever as they say..
First, Beckham gets stomped on by some wild horse, then promptly injured and removed from the game.
Then, Rooney gets red carded over some dumb fight. Looking at the image, i can't help but wonder why isn't anyone helping the dude on the ground? Or is it all some elaborate plan to get Rooney out. Them knowing his short-temperedness and banking on it? Hmm.. Such acting and drama on the field.
No sense in crying over spilt lager. England forever as they say..
Thursday, June 29, 2006
you're so vain
I have a story to tell. About 2 weeks ago, i was in court suing another capitalist company who was hellbent on taking away my money without giving me my money's worth. Before my case, i got the chance to hear another case. This guy, Mr Man was suing a matchmaking company for not meeting his requirements in the dates that they found him. So the judge or president as we called him, asked Mr Man what was the exact problem? Mr Man explained that he had specifically requested for a certain kind of female.
As the president pressed Mr Man further to explain exactly what he meant, I was cringing in my seat, hoping to God, Mr Man wouldn't say what i was fearing he would say. And then it came out from his lips. "I asked for a slim girl". I swear i heard the entire court shift in their seats and whisper. I even heard soft giggles!! You see the thing was Mr Man was no hot stuff. Nope.. he wasn't even lukewarm stuff. What Mr Man was is U G L Y and he had no alibi. Yes Mr Man you are found guilty of not looking in the mirror and not realizing your place in society!!
You see the thing is this kinda thing is happening all around us. People wanting things they are not supposed to have. Forbidden fruits. Sometimes it right, and sometimes it just ain't right. Brad and Angelina.. yea.. that was right. 2 heavenly bodies coming together. Very right. Don't we all stop to ponder when we see a gorgeous guy/gal with a riftraft? Sure, it could be charity work or even karma cleansing on his/her part but the very fact that we stopped to ponder makes us guilty of wanting to be constantly surrounded by all things beautiful. Something inbred? Dunno.. All I know is Christina Aguilera's Beautiful, ain't all that right a song. It's a beautiful ballad but the words.. can be improved.
As the president pressed Mr Man further to explain exactly what he meant, I was cringing in my seat, hoping to God, Mr Man wouldn't say what i was fearing he would say. And then it came out from his lips. "I asked for a slim girl". I swear i heard the entire court shift in their seats and whisper. I even heard soft giggles!! You see the thing was Mr Man was no hot stuff. Nope.. he wasn't even lukewarm stuff. What Mr Man was is U G L Y and he had no alibi. Yes Mr Man you are found guilty of not looking in the mirror and not realizing your place in society!!
You see the thing is this kinda thing is happening all around us. People wanting things they are not supposed to have. Forbidden fruits. Sometimes it right, and sometimes it just ain't right. Brad and Angelina.. yea.. that was right. 2 heavenly bodies coming together. Very right. Don't we all stop to ponder when we see a gorgeous guy/gal with a riftraft? Sure, it could be charity work or even karma cleansing on his/her part but the very fact that we stopped to ponder makes us guilty of wanting to be constantly surrounded by all things beautiful. Something inbred? Dunno.. All I know is Christina Aguilera's Beautiful, ain't all that right a song. It's a beautiful ballad but the words.. can be improved.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
on top of the world
Tis the season to watch men chase a ball on the green field of dreams. Wonder whose gonna win? My supports for England as always. But i don't really watch the game. I watch the men.
david beckham I andriy shevchenko I kaka I luca toni
david beckham I andriy shevchenko I kaka I luca toni
burnin up
Freaking hot day. It's so blisteringly hot. Need to peel off my sweat soaked clothes clinging to my skin. Need to liberate myself from humility. Just wanna run and dance in the rain, when and if it rains. Singing I Wanna Dance With Somebody. But really don't need anyone to dance with me. I do well on my own, thank you very much.
But seriously, this tropical sun is really too hot. It makes you almost inactive. Ironic seeing as how, everything else in nature strives on the sun and need it to function. But.. I can't. Just wanna sit at home, sipping ice water and maybe licking ice cream. Reading a good book.
book review
Recently finished reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Prefered this to DaVinci Code. The storyline runs along the same track actually. Professor found in the nude, dead with a symbol, call in the protagonist whose the same guy in DaVinci Code, the professor's daughter gets involved too, revealing ancient symbols and deciphering hidden codes. This takes place all over Rome. An ancient group called the Illuminati, hellbent on destroying the Catholic church has surfaced. They've killed the Pope, kidnapped 4 cardinals and are threatening to blow up the Vatican with a new-age bomb created by the dead professor and his daughter. Along the way, there will be many references to Catholicism, the great Arts and physics!! I swear, when the pages started blurring, it was becos scientific terms regarding the laws of physics started popping up. Overall, a good read. Wonder if this is gonna be a movie? Couldn't help imagining the pages on the screen. Especially all those talk about the picturesque quality of Vatican City.
But seriously, this tropical sun is really too hot. It makes you almost inactive. Ironic seeing as how, everything else in nature strives on the sun and need it to function. But.. I can't. Just wanna sit at home, sipping ice water and maybe licking ice cream. Reading a good book.
book review
Recently finished reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Prefered this to DaVinci Code. The storyline runs along the same track actually. Professor found in the nude, dead with a symbol, call in the protagonist whose the same guy in DaVinci Code, the professor's daughter gets involved too, revealing ancient symbols and deciphering hidden codes. This takes place all over Rome. An ancient group called the Illuminati, hellbent on destroying the Catholic church has surfaced. They've killed the Pope, kidnapped 4 cardinals and are threatening to blow up the Vatican with a new-age bomb created by the dead professor and his daughter. Along the way, there will be many references to Catholicism, the great Arts and physics!! I swear, when the pages started blurring, it was becos scientific terms regarding the laws of physics started popping up. Overall, a good read. Wonder if this is gonna be a movie? Couldn't help imagining the pages on the screen. Especially all those talk about the picturesque quality of Vatican City.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
b i t c h
The day is Tuesday. And I've heard it all before. I'm staring at my wall. And I see love. I feel love.
Am I blessed? Of course I am.
Am I lucky? Duh..
Am I thankful? Of course.
Cos life is too fragile to be all nose-high and ungreatful. We hang by threads and at any moment the puppeteer called Destiny will shear us free. She is cruel. She is a bitch. Life's a bitch.
Recently, i've been plagued by the revelation that Kuala Lumpur ended up as 3rd rudest city on earth. It drove me nearly mad. Not sure if I'm to be proud or horrified. Are we really that rude a bunch? Ok.. on the road.. yea.. even the most saintly granny among us turns into she-devils. Even at check out lines. And buffet lines. At the LRTs. At cinemas (handphones). List goes on.. And here we are a nation that prides itself on tradition and culture and yet we are becoming almost robotic in our behaviour forgetting our roots. Hmm..
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