Showing posts with label lil' smile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lil' smile. Show all posts

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Legs Up

18 Sept 2013 - QR - Zagreb to Doha
Here's a pic of my fellow flying mate. She sat next to me. I secretly took her interesting flying pose.

I like her style...
She kept her legs up for hours, must be a good treatment for varicose veins
and I admire her non-stinking socks (or else, passenger at front would have commented something)

Friday, August 23, 2013

He is ...

He is...
Helium

and I couldn't believe I thought of something else

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

what do you mean, it is not?!!! :D

"When choosing sexual partners, remember: Talents are not sexually transmittable"
Tina Fey, Bossypants

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Free Lotto Cues

It is quite common to get a prank SMS saying "This' Mom, Please send mom top-up-credit for my new phone. The number is xxxxxx".
The message is so ridiculous, I swear nobody will ever fall for such trick, but yet, the prank SMS works well. It even translated into several local languages, say: Minang, Java, or Sunda...

But a few days ago, I received a different kind of SMS: it doesn't ask for top-up-credit, it just asks you to do it willingly out of gratitude.
I'll translate it loosely here:
"LOTTERY INFORMATION" FROM KI ARUNG SGP SATURDAY SHIO; 2.3 EYES;26.86.63.51 GUARANTEED TO WIN. IF YOU WIN PLEASE SEND TOP-UP-CREDIT TO NUMBER xxxxxx

I find it very funny. Though I don't understand how the Saturday, Shio and Eyes come into.
Maybe I should just buy the lotto, if only I know where I can buy it here.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Sin...

Murphy's Law:
"Anything that can go wrong, would go wrong"

It was a bloody hot day, so hot that me & Wen get exhausted badly just after a little stroll.  I was only a couple hours away from leaving Wen's apt for airport. I didn't put my shoes in the cabinet, although I always did... So I just parked my shoes outside the apt. Who would have known that there's a storm coming? 
And within minutes, I had my shoes soaked in the rain.
What are the odds of having a storm in such hot sunny day?
What are the odds having shoes soaked just when you about to fly?
So here I was, drying my shoes with fan and hair-dryer. Still damp when the taxi picked me up.
Just feeling lucky that I don't grow any athlete's foot. Hahaha. 

Special thanks for my dear friend, Wen for having me in her little palace; and to feed me in an abundant and lavish way. I never know I would be joining the Ikea MeatBall force. Hahaha. 
all for just 2 of us :)  Perfecto

Friday, February 15, 2013

Cupid is Here Beside Me???

A few weeks ago, a friend L leaked a news for me, it's about a sms from an uncle to another uncle, the topic is about "Find Ming a partner A.S.A.P"
I told L, that "Not interested", and said I would not respond to any uncles' matchmaking suggestion.
About this event, I told my dear friend, Dj.
This morning, all of the sudden, Dj asked me about the progress about the matchmaking. I answered "No progress, I am not interested"; though one of the uncle actually have a candidate for me, he has been trying to arrange a meeting, which I always refuse.
Dj: Have you met this guy?
Me: No. Not interested
Dj: You haven't even seen him. How would you know you are not interested in him?
Me: No... Not interested
Dj: You know, I think you have someone else in mind, hence no one else have any chance on you

Then this afternoon, a senior guy, who is known to be able to foresee the future, gave me some spoilers about my future.
He asked my age and my name, stared at me, then he said that I prefer money over love; but this year I have Cupid on my side, so it'll be up to me if I wanna accept love or not. If I passed it this year, the chance will come again in 2 years time. So, it'll be better for me to get one this year.

From these 2 guys that trying to "read" me, I would give Dj a credit. He is much better in analysing me. BINGO!!! You are right, I have someone else in mind. The Cupid have been staying for quite a while for now. Hahahha
The senior guy, I think he is just giving a blind shot. If he really can foresee  he would know that my mind is occupied. About the love-time-frame, I think it's just a mind trick.
If I believe in him, probably I'll just hit any guy that is approaching me within this year time-frame.

Despite his big name in fortune-telling, despite the grey old look, despite his troops of followers; I still would declare Dj is much better in reading people's mind. Congratz, Dj!!!
Anyway, Happy belated Valentine!!!

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Where Ghost Stories Come From?


I haven't had my proper office at our new showroom yet, so I am still sharing a room with some of my staffs.
I easily overheard what they chit-chat during work.
Girl 1: Did you guys know that, "ABC" (our male staff) was locked in the toilet, twice? 
Boy 1: Really? How?
Girl 1: He just couldn't open the door, it was just locked. There's no one outside, it's just locked.
(ABC is a clumsy boy, he usually become a target of other boys' pranks)
Me: Someone is playing prank on him...
Girl 1: No... Really, there's something/someone that locked him. When he managed to get out, but no one is outside there (talked in mystery tone)
Boy 1: Did you guys smell jasmine? The smell is getting stronger here... seems like something is not right!
Girl 2: OMG, I thought it's just me! So something is really locking ABC!!!
Me: Sigh... I have a box of jasmine here, I just brought it down, gonna deliver it to temple later. I need to finish some work first.
Girl 2: No...!!! Not that, you put in box, the smell couldn't come out (spoke in mysterious way)
Me: Gee!!! I opened up the box to prevent the flower to sweat inside the box.

Gosh... luckily I am not stupid enough to lose my senses. These kids are just creating stories, and yet still manage to wet their own pants.
Many of ghost stories coming for mere imagination added with fear spices. The more they spread, the more fear-spices added into the stories.
And it got far... faraway from the real thing.
Btw, I never heard ABC complained about getting lock. and he looks totally fine to me.
I just couldn't let them create silly stories for my new premises.

Talking about ghost stories, it's funny that those who spread them are loud people, and usually comes with a brain that doesn't process much.
Last time when I was in Europe with our tour group, the bored tour leader was trying to kill sometime before we were dropped at hotel (I think he tried to buy some time, the hotel rooms were not ready for us yet)
So, he took us to drive around to see some buildings and castles. And he said "On the LEFT side is hundreds years old castle, which is now used as a hotel... bla bla bla...; and we kept on driving, and on the way back, we saw the same castle again, and the tour leader jokingly said "Ahh... magically, the castle is now on your RIGHT side"
No one really laughed at his jokes...

But the next day, a lady (Lady 1) was loudly saying "How come Western people have ghosts too? Lucky we didn't stay at that hotel, though it looks luxurious" 
Lady 2: Ghosts? What ghosts?
Lady 1: You were sleeping yesterday in the bus, didn't you? Don't you know that there's a castle full of ghosts?"
Lady 2: Castle? Ghosts?
Lady 1: Yesterday we passed a castle which is now a hotel, the tour leader said, your bed can moved from left to right when you were sleeping. You'll wake up on the other side of the room. The ghost moved your bed. I don't think there are any guests in that spooky hotel!!!
Lady 2: The left and right thing... The tour leader just made a lame joke about the castle was on our left, and we made a U-turn, and it was on our right. Nothing spooky. When did you heard about the bed moving stuff?
Lady 1:  (laughing sheepishly) Well, .... I thought he talked about ghost

WTF!!! See what I mean? These are just little example of people who loves gossips could exaggerate stories into irresponsible ones. These people should be banned from talking.
Lucky I wasn't fool enough to believe and get scared.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Did you read it back to front?

After settling the bill for a lunch...

Host: OK, now that we finished our lunch, next destination is airport.
      Guest: Yes
Host :What time is your flight?
      Guest: at 2pm
Host : Have you bought your ticket?
      Guest: ...

overheard at a local nasi Padang restaurant. 
I seriously think the host is reading the Business-Conversation-Manual back to front...

Run Ming Run

It seems like my travelling luck is increasing in this past week.
Again, my flight was delayed. But luckily this time, I didn't miss the connecting flight, I caught just right in time: at the time they about to pull the stair away from the aircraft.
Lucky, I was smart enough to ask a few ground-staff; some of them said I've missed the flight, but some said... "Lari, Mbak, Lari.....Cepatttttt" (= Run, sister, run, quickkkk).

So I ran like a drama scene through the plane parking lot. Passing like 2 planes and a parking spot before I could approach my plane. Breathless ...waving at the ground-staff  "Waittttttt!!!"
When I finally arrived at the stair end, the staff looked at me with a sharp eyes...
I got what he was trying to say, so I told him "On transit (... paused) my previous (... paused) plane (... paused) was delayed." My lung was about to burst..!!!
I don't care what he thinks, all I care is I caught this flight! Wohooooo!!!
Or else, there's a good chance of me staying overnight in that airport. They only fly once a day... >.<~
How cruel is that?

Thanks to my luck and my trusty legs, I was able to arrive at home safely. Even if that's without my luggage.
Hahaha, they didn't manage to transfer my luggage. Too bad, my bag couldn't run as fast as me.
But lucky me, there's nothing important there, just some dirty laundry.
At least they found my luggage and delivered it safely to me the next day.
it's back!!!  \(*o*)/
With my lucks this week, maybe I should get a lotto.
What do you think?

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Searching for Love under The Moon

It costs us 80NTD to get there from Taipei Station by cab. The name is 霞海城隍廟 (pinyin: Xiá hǎi chénghuángmiào) or translated into:  Xiahai City God Temple. The temple is small, yet it is crowded.  The crowd was endless, the pot was full with incenses, the temple was flooded with candies, cakes and flowers.
霞海城隍廟
The guardian of temple is 月下老人 = Yuè xià lǎorén - The Old Man Under The Moon (abb. Yue Lao)  – a Chinese god, who is responsible for matchmaking. Yes, those people who came here have one purpose in mind, to find their significant others.

As the temple received a lot of foreign visitor (last week when I was there, a troop of Japanese girls was there too), the temple staffs are responsible to teach newbies for the proper worshipping procedures. They are super friendly, they’ll teach you step by step patiently.

For FIRST timer:
- Get some gold-paper-money and incense, you can buy it on the spot for NTD50. You also need to buy some red-thread, and material for Blessed Tea material: sugar+red dates. Also available on the spot for NTD250. (please pay it yourself, do not lend money from others… or your love may goes to your friend. Hahaha)
- Go to the frontyard, pray to Ti-Kong / Jade Emperor

Yue Lao Shrine
- Get back to the temple, pray to Yue Lao. You need to tell him your name, birthday, and address. And then tell him the expected criteria of your future spouse. Be detailed, be VERY VERY DETAILED.
Don’t forget to promise Yue Lao, that if you have find your love, you’ll come back to personally thank him and bring him some “Happiness Cookies” as a token of thanks.



More shrines at the back
- After Yue Lao, continue your prayers to other gods in the temple. You won’t be lost, they put numbers on the shrine. Just follow the numbers, k?
- After praying to all gods, get back to the front yard and place your incenses in the big burning pot. For the gold-paper-money, you can just leave it on the table in front of the temple, they’ll help you to burn it.

pouch for red thread for sale
- The staff then will give your red-thread and place it in a special pouch (you get it for free – special for foreign visitor). You need to “add power” by circling the red-thread into the smoke from the front yard incense pot. Do it clockwise. Make a wish! Now place the red-thread pouch in your pocket or bag. Remember to carry it with you always, love can be found anywhere, you know!

- The staff will also give you some “Happiness Cookies” ie. candy, cake, or biscuits. – which was offered by successful couples as a thank you to Yue Lao. By eating those, may you get infected by their love-success.

Blessed Tea for Sweet Life
- And at last, the staff will offer you “Blessed Tea” (remember you bought some ingredient for tea? – this is the result). By drinking the tea, may your life will be sweet and peaceful. The tea is hot, but please do not blow your tea. As the action may also blow away your chance to find love

- Voila, done!!!
For SECOND timer, you can omit buying the tea-ingredients and the red-thread. After all the above procedures, all you need to do is to “add power” to your previously owned pouch. And you can take more "Happiness Cookie" and drink some Blessed Tea too :)  
What a lovely afternoon tea...
I visited the temple earlier this year. If you asked me, does it work? I have to admit that, IT DOES. It works, exactly like what I requested to Yue Lao. The problem is, my request wasn't detailed enough.
As for this second visit, I couldn’t bring myself to ask for a new love candidate. The one that he got me before was perfect, but ... (sorry, I can't tell you)
So, this time, I wasn’t really “panicky” to go to the temple. My friends were. Hahaha.

Btw, according to the temple staff, they received about 20something packages of "Happiness Cookies" DAILY. That means there are more than 7000 marriages a year!!! OMG, Yue Lao is so busy!!! Yue Lao, please pay more attention to me. >.<~

NOTE:
When I took these pictures, I overheard 2 boys who were sitting in front of the temple saying “Look at them, praying so seriously, why can’t they just open their eyes and pay more attention? Can’t they see that there are choices, right in front of their eyes”
I laughed, those boys were right. We prayed so hard asking for prince charming to sweep our feet away, but in fact, the perfect guy is right here, right in front of our eyes. Yet we choose to ignore them.
Pathetic, isn't it?
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Who is Yue Lao?
Here is the legend behind it (Believe it or not, I heard this story from mom long time ago when I was a little kid)

Yue Lao’s legend dates back to the Tang-Dynasty story “The Marriage Tavern.” A scholar named Wei Gu meets an old man in a tavern. Watching him thumb through a barely legible text by moonlight, Wei realizes he’s the netherworld official who binds together couples listed in the registry of those predestined to marry.
When the curious Wei asks who he is destined to marry, the old man replies that he will marry the three-year-old daughter of a blind vegetable seller in the market. Upset by the news, Wei orders a servant to kill the little girl. She survives the attempt, but scarred and is adopted by a provincial governor, who marries her to Wei Gu some 14 years later. After his marriage, Wei discovers that the flower petals his wife sticks to her forehead hide a scar from a knife wound received as a child, and realizes that Yue Lao’s prophecy was accurate.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

The Most Expensive Toilet Fee

I find this experience is amusing. I need to share it.
On my last trip, we visited Venice. We took a ride on gondola, exploring the canals of Venice. Nice experience. We only have a couple of hour for free time, so I went to see things around St.Mark’s Square; which kinda boring, cos I don’t shop. Not interested in buying anything at all. So I just walk round and round the piazza, until I bumped into my travelmates, who were exhausted from their shop-and-hunt activites, so we decided have sit in one of the piazza’s café.

The café was beautiful, full-music (they provide a mini orchestra!) and it has an elegant atmosphere. So, four of us sat and took some orders: an espresso, a pizza, a chocolate ice-cream, and a amarena-cherry ice-cream for me. Btw, it was the guy who ordered espresso that insisted us to visit the café, the real reason behind it not ‘cos he was thirsty or anything, he just wanted to use the café’s TOILET.

me being narsistic at the cafe. and that's the super yummy amarena cherry ice-cream
So, there he went to the toilet, and he came back with frowning face, saying “NO WATER”. Then the orders came, he again, started to complained about the espresso. Not about the taste, he complained about the size (which is around 30ml, I guess) and the price. The espresso cost 6.5euro. Plus the orchestra surcharge is 6 euro per person – Yes! We need to pay extra for those fine music! Total 12.5 for his part. Btw, the pizza and ice creams were amazing. So tasty. Worth every cent of it. :D

Yet he was so nice to pay for us, which total 78 euro. I guess he feels responsible to pay cos he was the one that insisted about going to the café. He grumbled as we left the café, saying “kopi tadi, diminum engga jadi daging, tapi jadi pikiran” – roughly translated as “the espresso that I took, won’t transform into flesh in my body, but it’ll become a moan in my mind”.

 I laughed and asked “Why?” Then he admitted that he went to the café just for taking a poo, when he said there’s no water, doesn’t mean the flush didn’t work; it’s just that he need to clean his butt with water, not with tissue paper (just like most of other Indonesian). So, I innocently suggested him to take a MINERAL WATER BOTTLE into the toilet (I’ve seen many aunties bring a bottle of water, please use your imagination on how they clean their butt). And he answered, “Well, I don’t have any”. And I once again, innocently took a water bottle from my bag and offered it to him. Of course, he was irritated; we have left the premises! Hahahhaa.

I was laughing so hard when I found out what he really meant by “NO WATER”. And for him to spend 78 euro just for taking a poo – and yet FAILED, was hilarious. It ALMOST became the most expensive toilet-fee he ever had. Hahahaha.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Bread vs. Coffee

Q: Who wins in a debate between bread and coffee?
A: Bread wins. Because, when the Bread-talk, Kopi-Tiam

Note:
Tiam = quiet/shut up in Hokkian

Monday, July 30, 2012

Lucky Monkey

Early this month, I had to attend a meeting in Bali.
Of course, they also arranged a short tour for us there. 
So, on that fine afternoon, we all went visit a pura at Uluwatu. Before we reached the pura, our tour leader warned us about monkeys (Balinese Macaques) there. They are quite naughty, they like to steal glasses, hats, cameras, or any loose items.
We were all quite cautioned about the thieving monkey. But of course, accidents happened; a friend's glasses was grabbed by a monkey. Not to worry, the monkey did it on purpose; he just wants us to threw a banana, in return he'll throw the glasses back. 
After the glasses incident resolved, I told a friend, a myth said that if a monkey climbed on your shoulder (or head), it'll bring good luck.
Everybody thought it was a nice joke, I did too, actually.
a bonding moment with my little friend. He's not the one that attacked me :)
Not long after I threw the joke, A MONKEY JUMPED ON ME!!! Was on my shoulder for like 10 seconds. I was shocked, but not scared. I wonder what he likes from me, I didn't have any food or glasses on me. Anyway, the guard around Pura shoo-ed the monkey away.
My regional manager then joked that he waited to see what lucky stroke I would get by the incident.

At night, we had a fancy company dinner at Bebek Bengil. The company invited singers/game-organiser from Padang; the game called KIM - similar to BINGO, but the singer would sing out the picked-number spontaniously. She'll just create the song's lyric on the spot. Cool huh?

Anyway, there were quite a few round of the game, and the prize increases by the night. For earlier games, seriously I hardy get 4 numbers (we need 5 numbers in a row to win).
Before the last game (biggest prize) started, my regional manager teased me that the monkey that climbed me that afternoon didn't bring me enough luck, cos apparently I haven't win any.
I just laughed - well, I read about the myth in Benny and Mice's comic. I have no clue how true the myth is.
Plus at that night, I had an argument with someone dear to me, was really upset. Really wanted to go back to hotel and cry. Who cares about the prize, all I wanted was to clear the mess up.

BUT soon after that, I got 4 numbers, and voila, 5 numbers!!! BINGO!!! I WON!!!
I won the biggest prize of the night. Worth around USD1200. Wohooo!!!
So I guess the myth was right.
Next time you go to Bali, try to lure the monkey to climb to your shoulder. It'll bring luck. It's proven :)

Thursday, June 7, 2012

The New Passport

Was about to write about my passport few weeks ago when I was renewing it. I guess I was pretty occupied since last month, dunno where all my time has vaporised to (wink wink!) Anyway, what happened is that I finished all the pages on my old passport before its expiry date. Yippieee!!!
To prepare for my upcoming trip, I renewed my passport here. Usually, to make a passport, most people will hire the service of “calo” (middle-man). Calo is supposed to take care all the documents and shitty stuffs for you, and usually means speedy-service. But I am not using of any of those illegal service. So, I do it in accordance to the proper procedure.
  1. Fill up the request form, along with the copy of KTP, copy of KK, birth cert, recommendation letter from your work place.  Submit it to the officer, he’ll check if those requirement are sufficient, and he’ll give you a receipt – telling you when to come for photo-taking and interview (usually take less than 5 working days) The form costs about IDR 10,000 (which includes: a folder of a form and a passport sleeve). 
  2. Get your queue number, and submit the receipt that you got previously. Then they’ll ask you to pay for the passport-making fee, which is IDR 255,000. Wait for a while, and they’ll call you for interview (usually to check the copied documents against the original ones, so ensure you bring them along), and photo-taking.  Then you’ll be asked to sign some paper. And you’ll get another receipt stating when you can pick your new passport up (takes less than 5 days)
  3. Submit your pick-up letter. In no time, they’ll just give the new passport to you.  If you ever need to get your old passport (for future reference), they’ll ask you to write a request form, and handed them a copy of your old passport, all of its pages.
My advice are:
  • Do not use calo. Those blood-suckers are pretty much useless now. The immigration department are now equipped with queue number system, even the calo can’t skip the line anymore, nothing they can do about it. Plus, if you are using calo’s service, it’ll cost you min.IDR600,000. That’s super costly, since all they do is just get you the form, photocopied your documents, READING your queue numbers, and yet you still have to wait just like the rest of the people.  If your calo is one of the officers, you are allowed to “wait” at his/her office, breathing the full-smoke from their office, and stare at nothing. Btw, the waiting room at Padang immigration offers entertainments too. I watched Rango and Ip-Man during my queue (bits and pieces of it, of course I didn’t wait that long there)
  • When you are taking the picture. PLEASE demand to see the picture RIGHT AFTER they took your picture. Anything later than that will be too late. I learned it in the hard way, here’s a transcript of my conversation during the interview:  
M: is my picture already printed in that passport? (pointing at new passport)
    H: not yet. Why?
M: Can I see my picture? I think it wasn’t very nice
    H: Here (moving his computer screen for me to see)
M: That’s awful. Can I take another picture? I don’t want that one. Please.
    H: Too late. You should have requested it when they took your pic. It’s too late now. All your data are in the system now. Bear with it for another 5 years.
M: That’s why I wanted to retake my pic. I have to use that passport for next 5 years. Pleaseeeeeee…
    H: You know, it all depends on the object. If the object is not nice, the picture won’t be nice too.  Right? (looking at me)
M: (of course I was speechless, how to argue with someone who said you don’t look nice…. Arrrghhhhhh)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Mr. Eunuch?

Could this be just an error made by computer-generated-translation service?
This article from our national airline magazine has translated the-unnecessary-to-be-translated word: one's name ( He happened to be a Vice Governor!)
The name is Muslim Kasim, and translated in to English as: Muslim Eunuch.  EUNUCH???!!!
This could be just an innocent mistranslation by machine.
But then why the village's name: Dusun Gajah Mati is not translated as The Village of Dead Elephants?
^_^ Maybe the interpreter took extra effort to explicate one's sexual state? Hahaha

Saturday, November 12, 2011

11 11 11

I purposely didn't want to write about 11-11-11 on the exact date. I don't want to follow those people who worship the "unique date". So what about those repetitive numbers???
Anyway, I know many people wanna get married on that date.

BUT...
"Guys, let me warn you. You'll have trouble finding excuses when you FORGOT your wedding anniversary. Good Luck!!! Haha!!!"

- did i just ruin all of your romantic fantasies? yes? ow... you're welcome -

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Yes, they are huge!!!

Aunty: Ming, you boobs look so big!!!
     Me: Can’t be, auntie, I am wearing loose shirt now
Aunty: Can’t hide such quality, u know
    Me: (try to cover up with my cardigan)
Aunty: Hey!!! You think my boobs is smaller than yours??!!!! Huh??!!! (sounds upset)
    Me: Eh? (confused)
Aunty: Mine is not smaller than yours, you know?? Look! Look! (pulling her neckline down & boost up her chest; whilst one hand pulling mine to ensure I look at her assets)
   Me: Oh yes. I can see that , auntie. Very nice
Aunty: I know *grinning*

In this kind of situation, I can’t do much but to be nice.
But what’s wrong with these aunties? Do they praise you just get praised back?
I am so sorry, auntie; never mean to look down on you.

YES, YOUR BOOBS ARE HUGE. And MORE THAN A PAIR, TOO. (pic shown)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Toilet Stories

Bending over into seating position; rear pouting back; one hand reaching forward, pressure applied on its palm and fingertips. Heart racing, Eye widening, ears alert , breathing heavily, focus. Focus on fingertips pressure, focus on mind, focus on tummy breathing. 
Note: Sometimes, heavy breathing is not applicable at all; as you might breathe-in some toxic fumes from your neighbours.

Other hand reaching back with some paper on its finger. Do back and forth movement, repeat if necessary. 
Note: Sometimes, this position is initiated with the hand holding a piece of paper, placed over nose and mouth just to ease the breathing. (it also works to prevent puking during this exercise)

The above description is not about exotic yoga moves. I have to admit that I do this exercise most of the time while I am in public toilet. I am not being ecstatic about yoga in toilet, but sadly this position is about me: trying to answer my nature call whilst ensuring no one break- in.

During my travelling time, visiting the ladies toilet is one of the main destinations, of course, queuing is unavoidable. Ladies for some unknown reason would spend at least 3 minutes in the toilet. I usually take less than 1 minute; I have no clue what they are doing inside. For my speedy pee-ing, I once received a comment “Did you clean yourself thoroughly? Why are you so quick in the toilet?” (--> this comment is from a man. WTF?!!!)

Of course the long queue moves slowly, for some people with loose sphincter might turns rowdy, they bang the door impatiently, yelling people to be quick, or the worst act is to BREAK IN !!!
Here are some of my experiences:
1. Just entered a toilet, suddenly get a knock-knock.
        Me: Yes, please wait. I am still inside
        Ma’am: O… sorry dear
(trying to open the door, and more louder knock)
       Me: I am still here. Please wait!!!
       Ma’am: O… sorry dear. I thought you are done. Why are you still inside?
WTF. There’s only 1 door at that tiny cublicle, where else I can go? I flew? OMG!!!

2. Just entered an exotic restaurant toilet. No lock. Big room. Ms.ABC (not real name) just finished her business, and suddenly without any voice, without any knock. My fellow travelling partner pushed the door wide, looked at Ms.ABC and said “HAHA, I saw you V”.  WTF!!! Lucky it wasn't me, I would've killed someone.

3. An absent-minded-aunty broke into my hotel room (and I dunno how she entered without key, I swear I lock it). I was in the toilet washing my hands, when I heard the room’s door is opened. I rushed out and put the security chain. I pretend that I dunno what’s going on. But when I went out to gather with the group. She boasted that “Ming2 was shitting, and I almost caught her”. WTF!!!

And many more gross stories about breaking in into toilet.
But my best experience is when I was in Holland. Stupid me, when I was given laxative pills, I took it. And guess what, I had a terrible bowel movement. Lucky me, we were on “shopping time”, the whole group was concentrated at  one particular shop. I ran off to the neighbouring shop, asked for a toilet and do my business. Feel so peaceful afterwards. Suddenly, the door was banged rudely. And I quickly get out. There were 2 ladies covering their nose promptly looked at each other. And as I go out, they were arguing: 
    You go first!/ 
No, you go first/
    So smelly/
You flush again/ 
    You…. (and they speak Medanese Chinese damn loud)

HAHAHA… The most satisfying "unloading" experience

Friday, October 28, 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011

The Whole Reason of being at Airport

A young family walked into airport, suddenly the little girl stopped and called her mom “Mommy!!!” and she demanded hugs and kisses from Mom. Mom hugged and kissed her.
Mommy:  Baby, You are so sweet (holding her hand and keep walking)
   Baby :  Daddy, why Mommy not going?
Daddy : Hum? What do you mean? We are going together, three of us
   Baby :  But I wanna kiss Mommy good bye

(Overheard at Sydney Airport)