Have you ever driven into a parking facility and the time states 3 minutes before 5pm and then as you go through, you notice there’s a sign that says per entry charge after 5pm? What the…….! So I went in 3 minutes before 5 and had to pay for the 3 minutes entry as an hour’s charge plus the per entry charge after 5pm! What a bloody rip off! You feel like an idiot really. Cheated by the woman you thought loves you and cleaned out everything in your home save for your dirty laundry. Ok maybe that’s not really a close analogy but heck it’s the same feeling of getting ripped off all the same.
So, I figured since I have to pay so frigging much for the 1 hour parking I might as well stay there beyond the hour. Here comes rip off feeling number two. It gets worse I can let you in on that. Wandered about the mall I chanced upon this small electronics shop selling some pc sound system and they had a sale sign on this fabulously designed woofer and mini speakers. Fabulous also because it fits into my new home design concept and fabulous because of the sound its singing from those small system. Not to mention the fabulous price they are on sale at. Least that’s what the overweight sales guy led me to believe. He said the original price is at least 40% more. Turned up the volume of the system and he had me ready to give him my plastic. I was blown away by what it can do. Signed and wrapped.
Two days later, while accompanying a friend in an electronics department store I saw the very same speakers going for 15% lesser than the price I had paid for. What the…..! It’s even cheaper than the ‘sale’ price I got mine for. Why that little weasel! It felt like having one of your nuts pulled out! First the extra parking fees I had to fork out. Now I found that the ‘sale’ wasn’t a sale??!!! What a crap day that was.
Fast forward two days later and another electronics store had a sale on the very same speakers. Yet a further 15% cheaper which makes it 30% lesser than what I had paid mine for! And they are throwing in a set of headphones for free! I just got my remaining nut yanked out. I have no more nuts left so please no more further ‘SALE’. I am going back to that shop to rip off that fat ass sales man’s nuts to replace mine. He wouldn’t have noticed they are gone anyway given his humongous beer belly.
Sale my ass!
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Saturday, 16 June 2007
Road Diarrhoea!
Ok enough deviation from my original intention of this blog which is supposed to be all about my baby and me. Ok mostly me. No more horror kiddy stories. Have you ever had one of those days when you have a reaaaaaaaally big need to go? And by go I mean you are like seemingly miles away from the nearest public rest room and you feel another big one coming right out of your ass. Yeah the big dreaded diarrhoea. They sneak up on you when you least expected and then KAPAO! It’s out of control. Kinda like IBS – Irritable Bowel Syndrome. But of course this post isn’t about that either.
What got me on this was I was cruising down the freeway just the other day with my newly washed and waxed sweetheart and man there was this trail of mud droppings on the road with lumps of it every mile followed by utter mess. Seems to me like some truck had a little too much hot spicy chicken! It went on for like ten miles and it was horrifying trying to avoid it. Of course the inevitable happened. Gushes of wind and some peals of rain later, I got myself a crap mobile. It was like some idiot thought its funny throwing a diaper full of wet baby crap at you. How enchanting and it’s got to happen after I washed my bad mobile.
This reminds me of a story when I was a trainee in the military. A fellow trainee had a bad case of runs in the wee hours of the morning which is fine except that it sprung such a surprise on him that he couldn’t react fast enough to get out of bed and into the wash room. And as if that’s not bad enough, some trainees had by then developed a habit of laying their mattress on the floor at night to sleep and he had to maneuver his way around them and probably over them as he did his obstacle course and the ten meters mad dash.
I am pretty certain at least two of them slept with their mouths wide opened. Tantalizing thought. By dawn, sets of awakening sleepy heads were beginning to realize there is a brown trail on the floor which did a series of curious ballroom steps of twists and turns around beds and over a couple of low lying mattresses, into the bath area before trekking back to the main area of business. I remember distinctly also a couple of guys doing a major half hour long of teeth brushing and massive mouth wash gurgling.
Oh and they moved their mattresses back to bed that night.
What got me on this was I was cruising down the freeway just the other day with my newly washed and waxed sweetheart and man there was this trail of mud droppings on the road with lumps of it every mile followed by utter mess. Seems to me like some truck had a little too much hot spicy chicken! It went on for like ten miles and it was horrifying trying to avoid it. Of course the inevitable happened. Gushes of wind and some peals of rain later, I got myself a crap mobile. It was like some idiot thought its funny throwing a diaper full of wet baby crap at you. How enchanting and it’s got to happen after I washed my bad mobile.
This reminds me of a story when I was a trainee in the military. A fellow trainee had a bad case of runs in the wee hours of the morning which is fine except that it sprung such a surprise on him that he couldn’t react fast enough to get out of bed and into the wash room. And as if that’s not bad enough, some trainees had by then developed a habit of laying their mattress on the floor at night to sleep and he had to maneuver his way around them and probably over them as he did his obstacle course and the ten meters mad dash.
I am pretty certain at least two of them slept with their mouths wide opened. Tantalizing thought. By dawn, sets of awakening sleepy heads were beginning to realize there is a brown trail on the floor which did a series of curious ballroom steps of twists and turns around beds and over a couple of low lying mattresses, into the bath area before trekking back to the main area of business. I remember distinctly also a couple of guys doing a major half hour long of teeth brushing and massive mouth wash gurgling.
Oh and they moved their mattresses back to bed that night.
Sunday, 3 June 2007
I am privileged.
I did say I cannot stand screaming kids. But I do make an exception when it comes to kids that live like there is no tomorrow. I am talking about kids who are terminally ill. Kids who do not know if they are going to wake up the next morning and doing so each day is a blessing. Every year I try to do my stint as a volunteer in a children’s camp meant for these kids and the four days spent with them there is nothing less than a privilege. You would think that it is you who are trying to make their time in camp one filled with happiness but when you go away, you leave learning so much more from them. Every volunteer goes away learning something different about themselves and life’s privileges. It was unfortunate I was surplus to requirement this year it being a scaled down event but I did get to be involved as a day tripper in charge of a booth in a carnival set up for them.
Nothing leaves me more pleased to see some of these kids that I remembered from previous camp. They have grown so much. One had even left her wheel chair behind and started to walk. You cannot imagine the happiness that envelops you when you see familiar faces making progress and you hope many more in the years to come. I am grateful and privileged to be a small part of this group.
On a separate note, the Imperial Army came down to the camp today and marched about to the delight of the kids and myself. Well at least I was. Too bad Vader couldn’t make it. He’s in Japan on a holiday. Even the big guy needs a break. I heard he is trying to gather more to join the dark side. I want to join the dark side but it cost 2k to suit up. With my impending purchase of a roof over my family’s head I guess it’s going to have to take a backseat. These guys show up for all charity events for kids and I would love to be a part of them. Maybe as Boba Fett but he cost 3k. Damn. Looks like I have to give up dating chicks if I am going to be able to afford to suit up. Crap if I knew that they have something like this, I may not have invested in my bad mobile. Between bad mobile and Boba Fett or the Imperial Army, it’s the dark side anytime!
Nothing leaves me more pleased to see some of these kids that I remembered from previous camp. They have grown so much. One had even left her wheel chair behind and started to walk. You cannot imagine the happiness that envelops you when you see familiar faces making progress and you hope many more in the years to come. I am grateful and privileged to be a small part of this group.
On a separate note, the Imperial Army came down to the camp today and marched about to the delight of the kids and myself. Well at least I was. Too bad Vader couldn’t make it. He’s in Japan on a holiday. Even the big guy needs a break. I heard he is trying to gather more to join the dark side. I want to join the dark side but it cost 2k to suit up. With my impending purchase of a roof over my family’s head I guess it’s going to have to take a backseat. These guys show up for all charity events for kids and I would love to be a part of them. Maybe as Boba Fett but he cost 3k. Damn. Looks like I have to give up dating chicks if I am going to be able to afford to suit up. Crap if I knew that they have something like this, I may not have invested in my bad mobile. Between bad mobile and Boba Fett or the Imperial Army, it’s the dark side anytime!
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