While I was visiting the 1Borneo shopping mall, there happened to be an event held searching for a race queen of KK.
5 weeks in Malaysia was finally found to be tooo long, especially with soaring temperature. With close to 40 deg Celcius and no aircond in my laws place in KK, it was agonising. Driving requires full blast aircond and stepping into a car long park in the sun is like entering a sauna, minus naked women sitting on the seats.
While in 1Borneo, there happened to be an event to search for a race queen .. some were happy to pose :)
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
creeping back after a long time
knock knock! i'm back
After a looooonggg time.
Yes. I'm eager to start blogging again. Well, let say .... I'm eager to develop the eagerness to start blogging again :)
After a looooonggg time.
Yes. I'm eager to start blogging again. Well, let say .... I'm eager to develop the eagerness to start blogging again :)
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
London
Having just got my new car (or rather .. company's car which I pay monthly) and my wife wanting to drive somewhere far we made a quick decision to shoot off to the UK. According to Google map it would take around 11 hours non stop to reach Dove ... not bad - break to the journey into two, 5.5 hours each halve, would be fine.
Towards the last few days, we crashed at a friend's place in Essex, and on one of the days took a train down to London. Pack with people still busy doing summer shopping. One of my masterpiece on the side captured in front of a famous lingerie label shop.
Towards the last few days, we crashed at a friend's place in Essex, and on one of the days took a train down to London. Pack with people still busy doing summer shopping. One of my masterpiece on the side captured in front of a famous lingerie label shop.
Monday, 21 January 2008
A new place with a better view (only if they knew it!)
I got back to the office this morning to find out that the whole of my department have moved to a new place at the other end of the block. I thought I was the earliest bird until I turned on the lights - all desks were empty, except mine and other lady who'd also been travelling!
It didn't take long for me to move all my things to join the others.
My new workstation is a lot less spacious that the old place. I used to have an L shaped desk and now they've given me a much smaller, normal shape desk. Somehow, I kind of feel more comfort here than there. It's a downgrade in many sense, but a comfort somehow to me.
When most were hoping a seat next to windows, I was happy to choose where I sit now. Only to discover late today what I've missed! We are actually facing a changing room of a small gymnasium. Where we are gives us a perfect view into the female area, and some views of the men as well - our secretary saw a naked man waking across the hall. ha ha ha ha
It didn't take long for me to move all my things to join the others.
My new workstation is a lot less spacious that the old place. I used to have an L shaped desk and now they've given me a much smaller, normal shape desk. Somehow, I kind of feel more comfort here than there. It's a downgrade in many sense, but a comfort somehow to me.
When most were hoping a seat next to windows, I was happy to choose where I sit now. Only to discover late today what I've missed! We are actually facing a changing room of a small gymnasium. Where we are gives us a perfect view into the female area, and some views of the men as well - our secretary saw a naked man waking across the hall. ha ha ha ha
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
Dinner in Wuhan
After a hard day with interviews, we celebrated it with a dinner at a local "hot pot" restaurant which also serve among others big green frogs.
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
Missing flight! And finally in Wuhan
It was a long journey to Wuhan since yesterday, started with a missing flight (Can you believe it, I missed the first leg to Frankfurt! I was in the dreamland ...). After an hour delay in Shanghai, I finally arrived in Wuhan at around 4.10 PM local time. I was totally knackered, first due to the long haul flight with 2 transits and second because a Chinese tot kept shrieking and crying all the time on the plane, and I couldn't sleep.
Saturday, 12 January 2008
Don't be surprised if the Swiss think they are the clever ones and we are just the stupid apes
In August 2006, having just arrived in Switzerland, we were in the process of getting to know the long list of social rules in Switzerland. One of these many rules is about waste management - i.e. what kind of garbage bags you should use, where to send your empty bottles for recycle, how to separate them into different types, when they collect used papers, what you need to do with compost and the list continues.
On one Thursday evening I received a visit from an old man with a bag of garbage. He goes "Is this your garbage?". "Possibly so. I will have to check the content. But, it doesn't matter. Give it to me.", I said, thinking that even if it was not mine, I could just throw it back afterwards. "OK. But you've used the wrong bag. This black bag is cheap. You must use the blue one which is more expensive. Get them from Migro or Coop. Also, you've thrown this garbage in the bin that belongs to the apartment next door. Yours is at the other end of this building.", he continued. "Sure. I will go and get myself the blue bags. Thanks for the info.", I said. After he left, I opened the bag, and it was in fact my garbage. Initially I wondered how the hell that he knew it. Then I realised he had searched the garbage and found envelopes with my name. So damn Swiss!
The next day, Friday, I went to look for the blue garbage bag the man had told me about from the local supermarkets; Coop and Migro. I could not find it, and no one who worked there knew about it. This is not right I thought. A colleague later in the day told me it is only available at the Coop and Migro in the area I live which is ONLY about 8 minutes away by bus! This is madness. So, off I went and they indeed sold the bags there, and they are f*cking expensive! Each bag costs 2 Swiss Francs.
Having got the right garbage bag and used it, I thought that was the end of the story. Not!! Not with the Swiss. I don't know if they think they are smarter that the rest of the world, have bigger dick and tighter pussy or just pure racism. On Monday, I received a call from my wife informing me that I had received a written notice from the police, possibly a summon, and it had something to do with waste management. What else are they not happy with??? Straight away I went home and took the notice. With the help my department secretary, I learned that someone had reported about the mistake I made, and now the police wanted me to go down to the station for some kind of stupid briefing session related to ... how I should handle my waste I guess. She called the police station and had a chat with the responsible officer for about 15 minutes and in the end, they agreed I didn't have to be present at the station, however, should it happen again, I would be blacklisted and fined 200 Swiss Francs. And what pissed me off the most was that I had been reported to have been using the wrong garbage bag many times. That is total bollocks! When that old garbage inspector or whatever his job was, came to my home, it was only the second time I had used the black bag, and pure unintentional. Now that we understood where we went wrong and corrected the mistake, what else were they not happy with. I just don't understand. I will never do.
On one Thursday evening I received a visit from an old man with a bag of garbage. He goes "Is this your garbage?". "Possibly so. I will have to check the content. But, it doesn't matter. Give it to me.", I said, thinking that even if it was not mine, I could just throw it back afterwards. "OK. But you've used the wrong bag. This black bag is cheap. You must use the blue one which is more expensive. Get them from Migro or Coop. Also, you've thrown this garbage in the bin that belongs to the apartment next door. Yours is at the other end of this building.", he continued. "Sure. I will go and get myself the blue bags. Thanks for the info.", I said. After he left, I opened the bag, and it was in fact my garbage. Initially I wondered how the hell that he knew it. Then I realised he had searched the garbage and found envelopes with my name. So damn Swiss!
The next day, Friday, I went to look for the blue garbage bag the man had told me about from the local supermarkets; Coop and Migro. I could not find it, and no one who worked there knew about it. This is not right I thought. A colleague later in the day told me it is only available at the Coop and Migro in the area I live which is ONLY about 8 minutes away by bus! This is madness. So, off I went and they indeed sold the bags there, and they are f*cking expensive! Each bag costs 2 Swiss Francs.
Having got the right garbage bag and used it, I thought that was the end of the story. Not!! Not with the Swiss. I don't know if they think they are smarter that the rest of the world, have bigger dick and tighter pussy or just pure racism. On Monday, I received a call from my wife informing me that I had received a written notice from the police, possibly a summon, and it had something to do with waste management. What else are they not happy with??? Straight away I went home and took the notice. With the help my department secretary, I learned that someone had reported about the mistake I made, and now the police wanted me to go down to the station for some kind of stupid briefing session related to ... how I should handle my waste I guess. She called the police station and had a chat with the responsible officer for about 15 minutes and in the end, they agreed I didn't have to be present at the station, however, should it happen again, I would be blacklisted and fined 200 Swiss Francs. And what pissed me off the most was that I had been reported to have been using the wrong garbage bag many times. That is total bollocks! When that old garbage inspector or whatever his job was, came to my home, it was only the second time I had used the black bag, and pure unintentional. Now that we understood where we went wrong and corrected the mistake, what else were they not happy with. I just don't understand. I will never do.
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