Sunday Nov 20 2011 - last on the program! 36o and sticky!
I learn sax from Wayne at Shine Music School Parramatta. After 6 lessons, he conned me into doing this. The acoustics of Granville Town Hall was not the best but it was all for charity (Westmead Childrens Hospital) so I was glad to be the oldest performing student ever!
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
My health
This post goes to those caring clients who keep wondering whether I am unwell with some mysterious illness. The answer is no. I am super well.
1. The fact that I have my hair short is not due to some medical treatment. I simply lose my hair, as people do at my age - and once I was so sick of the state of my hair, I shaved it off - trying to look like Bruce Willis. Now I like the simple hair do, so I stay with it. I also found out my skin got much better since I stopped using shampoo.
So thank you for caring but please stop asking me about the state of my hair!
And my goaty? It is to balance out the loss up top.
Also, the wife likes it. So I wear it, OK?
2. My hours have been reduced. Since Dr Lee Teh joined us, I have reduced my hours a bit (actually quite a bit) so he can get his clientele up. I also want to just spend more time with my family. My 8 year old is growing up too fast.
1. The fact that I have my hair short is not due to some medical treatment. I simply lose my hair, as people do at my age - and once I was so sick of the state of my hair, I shaved it off - trying to look like Bruce Willis. Now I like the simple hair do, so I stay with it. I also found out my skin got much better since I stopped using shampoo.
So thank you for caring but please stop asking me about the state of my hair!
And my goaty? It is to balance out the loss up top.
Also, the wife likes it. So I wear it, OK?
2. My hours have been reduced. Since Dr Lee Teh joined us, I have reduced my hours a bit (actually quite a bit) so he can get his clientele up. I also want to just spend more time with my family. My 8 year old is growing up too fast.
Activities
How time flies when you have ... stress!
What have I done in the last few months?
Let's see:
1. Bought a shop - OMG. What was i thinking. The legal hoops have been terrible, and the headache is still going on: What with the leases, purchasers, sellers, super, lessors, lessees, solicitors, loan brokers, financial advisors, bankers, bank tellers. Boo!!!
2. Began learning the saxophone - yep. Whenever I am stressed I learn new thing to distract myself from the stress. And this time I picked the woodwind that is made of brass! What a mistake! My lips are permanently swollen. Angelina Jolie would have been jealous of them.
3. Threw my son's birthday party. He's 8 and we had 25 kids under 10 coming over at lunch and stayed until afternoon the next day. Noises, spits, shoes, dirt, wet, noises, staines, socks, ... Boo! Boo!
What have I done in the last few months?
Let's see:
1. Bought a shop - OMG. What was i thinking. The legal hoops have been terrible, and the headache is still going on: What with the leases, purchasers, sellers, super, lessors, lessees, solicitors, loan brokers, financial advisors, bankers, bank tellers. Boo!!!
2. Began learning the saxophone - yep. Whenever I am stressed I learn new thing to distract myself from the stress. And this time I picked the woodwind that is made of brass! What a mistake! My lips are permanently swollen. Angelina Jolie would have been jealous of them.
3. Threw my son's birthday party. He's 8 and we had 25 kids under 10 coming over at lunch and stayed until afternoon the next day. Noises, spits, shoes, dirt, wet, noises, staines, socks, ... Boo! Boo!
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Modern decor
"May I take your coat, sir?"
As soon as I heard the cordial suggestion, I knew we were in trouble. Before we walked through its large door, we thought the place was a rather nice ... café!
Then came the menu. Hmmm, no dollar signs any where. Can't be free, can it? Is it the good chefs' charity week? NO! The price was written in tiny words, in very good artisitc type I must say, on the bottom of the page.
Two hundred and fifty dollars per person.
For lunch? LUNCH? I felt a slight epigastric discomfort and my heart went a bit berserk. The wife was completely oblivous to the situation.
Seeing the sweat beads on my forehead, she murmured: "Don't shake, I carry your credit cards!"
"Thanks, darl, what can I do without you ... Anyway, who told you about this place? ... You told me it's à-la-cart and now just look at this ..."
But our coates were taken away, we already sipped the welcoming champagne, our fate was sealed.
After several glasses of sparklings and decent food ... I felt better but needed to go for a pee.
A nice hostess - not waitress - lead me through a maze of hallways with nice paintings hanging on the walls, to ... the lavatory. And just like the menu, ... No signs! No silhouettes of a stick man with or without a skirt, no M & F, no Gents & Ladies. Just two black doors. I learned my lesson with the menu and stayed calm while bending down trying to look for the wordings.
"What are you doing, sir?"
"Errr ... I am trying to see which door is for me, there must be a trick here ... 'cos I can't see a anything written on the bottom of either door!"
"Just push sir, it's OK for either male or female."
I went in ..."Excuse me, it's dark in here. Where's the damn light switch?"
Then I realised something. It wasn't not dark, it was black! Bar the few halogen downlights, everything else in there was black. Black marble sinks, black taps, black knobs, ... black toilets!
"This is medically unethical. How do I know if I suffered from gastrointestinal haemorrhage in a place like this!"
I fumbled and tumbled a bit and finally got myself out of the toilet.
Modern decor? More like a nasty test to see if you could find out where to correctly put your bits! And I thought I might have ... failed in there.
I rushed back to see the Mrs had already paid the bill. I hurrily walked her out the door before one of those well-dressed rich dudes used the crazy loo.
WOW! That was worth the two hundred and fifty dollars per person!
As soon as I heard the cordial suggestion, I knew we were in trouble. Before we walked through its large door, we thought the place was a rather nice ... café!
Then came the menu. Hmmm, no dollar signs any where. Can't be free, can it? Is it the good chefs' charity week? NO! The price was written in tiny words, in very good artisitc type I must say, on the bottom of the page.
Two hundred and fifty dollars per person.
For lunch? LUNCH? I felt a slight epigastric discomfort and my heart went a bit berserk. The wife was completely oblivous to the situation.
Seeing the sweat beads on my forehead, she murmured: "Don't shake, I carry your credit cards!"
"Thanks, darl, what can I do without you ... Anyway, who told you about this place? ... You told me it's à-la-cart and now just look at this ..."
But our coates were taken away, we already sipped the welcoming champagne, our fate was sealed.
After several glasses of sparklings and decent food ... I felt better but needed to go for a pee.
A nice hostess - not waitress - lead me through a maze of hallways with nice paintings hanging on the walls, to ... the lavatory. And just like the menu, ... No signs! No silhouettes of a stick man with or without a skirt, no M & F, no Gents & Ladies. Just two black doors. I learned my lesson with the menu and stayed calm while bending down trying to look for the wordings.
"What are you doing, sir?"
"Errr ... I am trying to see which door is for me, there must be a trick here ... 'cos I can't see a anything written on the bottom of either door!"
"Just push sir, it's OK for either male or female."
I went in ..."Excuse me, it's dark in here. Where's the damn light switch?"
Then I realised something. It wasn't not dark, it was black! Bar the few halogen downlights, everything else in there was black. Black marble sinks, black taps, black knobs, ... black toilets!
"This is medically unethical. How do I know if I suffered from gastrointestinal haemorrhage in a place like this!"
I fumbled and tumbled a bit and finally got myself out of the toilet.
Modern decor? More like a nasty test to see if you could find out where to correctly put your bits! And I thought I might have ... failed in there.
I rushed back to see the Mrs had already paid the bill. I hurrily walked her out the door before one of those well-dressed rich dudes used the crazy loo.
WOW! That was worth the two hundred and fifty dollars per person!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Messages and Signals
"PLEASE TURN"
I am told this when driving into the dark tunnel at Lane Cove. Part of my brain at the time is used to tell my foot to gently press on the brake pedal to slow down to the 80km/hr limit, the rest of the thinking organ is used to adjust to the sudden dimmed lighting. So this message from the flashing lightbox on the ceiling of the tunnel confuses me very much.
Yes, I will turn ... but where? I can neither turn left nor right as there is no upcoming crossroads inside the tunnel. I can only turn ... straight! (which I already know I am).
Fifty meters later, another message flashes: "HEADLIGHTS ON".
Errr .. Thanks for trying to help me saving energy ... but ... how do you know, my big brother, that I have my headlights on? Is this message directed at me and my car, or at the guy in front of me? Should I turn my headlights off now?
Whoever write these messages are absolute nutters. At the speed of 80km/hr drivers cannot read the entire demand "PLEASE TURN HEADLIGHTS ON". I wonder why we often do crazy things on the road!
I am told this when driving into the dark tunnel at Lane Cove. Part of my brain at the time is used to tell my foot to gently press on the brake pedal to slow down to the 80km/hr limit, the rest of the thinking organ is used to adjust to the sudden dimmed lighting. So this message from the flashing lightbox on the ceiling of the tunnel confuses me very much.
Yes, I will turn ... but where? I can neither turn left nor right as there is no upcoming crossroads inside the tunnel. I can only turn ... straight! (which I already know I am).
Fifty meters later, another message flashes: "HEADLIGHTS ON".
Errr .. Thanks for trying to help me saving energy ... but ... how do you know, my big brother, that I have my headlights on? Is this message directed at me and my car, or at the guy in front of me? Should I turn my headlights off now?
Whoever write these messages are absolute nutters. At the speed of 80km/hr drivers cannot read the entire demand "PLEASE TURN HEADLIGHTS ON". I wonder why we often do crazy things on the road!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Pain in the neck
I have a wry neck for about 10 days now. The stupid connecting bit between my head and my torso simply refuses to turn in a certain direction. So I walk as if I am ducking a continuing stream of bullets firing at my right ear. When I drive I cannot change lane. So I drive like a P plater with half a demerit point remaining.
My wife tells me the neck spasm is due to bad deeds in my past. What did I do? I did return those overdue books to my school library. I always say sorry to other players when I win at poker. They never say it to me when I lose!
So what do I blame for my bad neck?
Call of Duty - Black Ops!
Yep. The mad computer game I play on my son's Wii.
When the battle gets overwhelmingly frantic I tend to twist my body into impossible postures to help guide my avatar ducking those fast coming bullets.
It is really weird. Although you know all your kicking and ducking don't do anything to the movement of your representative in the computer game, you still do it. So I contort my body and stay in the twisted posture until some enemy guy kills me.
My son laughs whenever he sees me playing: "Why do you kick your legs and twist your neck like that? Just be faster with the remote control!"
So kids, be careful playing these stupid addictive games. They are a pain in the neck! But for now please excuse me, I have to go and improve my tomahawk throwing skill...
PS - wife says I am too old to play the game. But it's rated MA (mature audiences - I am a mature adult, hopefully?). It's not SG (spouse guidance recommended), thank you!
My wife tells me the neck spasm is due to bad deeds in my past. What did I do? I did return those overdue books to my school library. I always say sorry to other players when I win at poker. They never say it to me when I lose!
So what do I blame for my bad neck?
Call of Duty - Black Ops!
Yep. The mad computer game I play on my son's Wii.
When the battle gets overwhelmingly frantic I tend to twist my body into impossible postures to help guide my avatar ducking those fast coming bullets.
It is really weird. Although you know all your kicking and ducking don't do anything to the movement of your representative in the computer game, you still do it. So I contort my body and stay in the twisted posture until some enemy guy kills me.
My son laughs whenever he sees me playing: "Why do you kick your legs and twist your neck like that? Just be faster with the remote control!"
So kids, be careful playing these stupid addictive games. They are a pain in the neck! But for now please excuse me, I have to go and improve my tomahawk throwing skill...
PS - wife says I am too old to play the game. But it's rated MA (mature audiences - I am a mature adult, hopefully?). It's not SG (spouse guidance recommended), thank you!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Immunisation debate
I just read this on Medscape.
( http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/745167?src=mpnews&spon=34 )
June 23, 2011 —The United States is experiencing the highest reported number of measles cases since 1996, most of which were acquired during international travel, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) said in an advisory sent to healthcare professionals yesterday.
From January 1 through June 17 this year, 156 confirmed cases of measles were reported to the CDC. Most cases (136) were associated with importations from measles-endemic countries or countries in which large outbreaks are occurring. The imported cases involved unvaccinated US residents who recently traveled abroad, unvaccinated visitors to the United States, and people linked to these imported cases.
To date, 12 outbreaks (3 or more linked cases) have occurred, accounting for 47% of the 156 cases. Of the total case-patients, 133 (85%) were unvaccinated or had undocumented vaccination status. Of the 139 case-patients who were US residents, 86 (62%) were unvaccinated, 30 (22%) had undocumented vaccination status, 11 (8%) had received 1 dose of measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) vaccine, 11 (8%) had received 2 MMR doses, and 1 (1%) had received 3 documented MMR doses.
Measles was declared eliminated in the United States in 2000 as a result of high 2-dose measles vaccine coverage, but it is still endemic or large outbreaks are occurring in countries in Europe (including France, the United Kingdom, Spain, and Switzerland), Africa, and Asia (including India).
OK, so what will the anti-vaccination mob say? "Phew! Lucky we're not American!" ? "It's all CIA made up story!" ? "My child is never near those horrible people and places!" ? "It's scaremongering propaganda from colonel Gaddafi!" ?
( http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/745167?src=mpnews&spon=34 )
June 23, 2011 —The United States is experiencing the highest reported number of measles cases since 1996, most of which were acquired during international travel, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) said in an advisory sent to healthcare professionals yesterday.
From January 1 through June 17 this year, 156 confirmed cases of measles were reported to the CDC. Most cases (136) were associated with importations from measles-endemic countries or countries in which large outbreaks are occurring. The imported cases involved unvaccinated US residents who recently traveled abroad, unvaccinated visitors to the United States, and people linked to these imported cases.
To date, 12 outbreaks (3 or more linked cases) have occurred, accounting for 47% of the 156 cases. Of the total case-patients, 133 (85%) were unvaccinated or had undocumented vaccination status. Of the 139 case-patients who were US residents, 86 (62%) were unvaccinated, 30 (22%) had undocumented vaccination status, 11 (8%) had received 1 dose of measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) vaccine, 11 (8%) had received 2 MMR doses, and 1 (1%) had received 3 documented MMR doses.
Measles was declared eliminated in the United States in 2000 as a result of high 2-dose measles vaccine coverage, but it is still endemic or large outbreaks are occurring in countries in Europe (including France, the United Kingdom, Spain, and Switzerland), Africa, and Asia (including India).
OK, so what will the anti-vaccination mob say? "Phew! Lucky we're not American!" ? "It's all CIA made up story!" ? "My child is never near those horrible people and places!" ? "It's scaremongering propaganda from colonel Gaddafi!" ?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Waiting and waiting and ... but WAIT! there's more ....
One day last week I had a lot of free time so I decided to punish myself by going into a Telstra shop in Castle Hill - looking to buy a wireless broadband USB stick.
Modern looking design, nice white benches on the walls with bits of orange and blue. There were lots of service persons servicing many customers. I approached the big reception bench and waited a bit. While I was waiting I curiously had a listen to the chatting between the service persons and their clients. It was mostly about the weather, about dogs and occasionally about news from Lybia - not much about buying a phone or anything Telstra sells.
After about 15 minutes, a nice gentleman came to me and asked for my name. I asked him what for and he nicely replied: "To put your name down on the waiting list, we are very busy and can only arrange an appointment for you - say - in about 2 hours..."
"What? Why the long wait? So your people could chat to these clients about Lybia and what not?"
It turned out they had to chat up because they had to wait for the contract to go through or for the wrong number to disconnect or for the main server to boot up or for blah blah blah ... about 30 mins per client!
I told the nice manager I had to go for a pee and disappeared. I was fuming!
"Why can they not see other clients while the first lot could just sit there and wait for those things to go through?"
On my way to the car park, I reflected upon our service at the medical practice. I felt the frustration my clients go through waiting for us, their GPs.
"We are just as bad ... Are we, really ?"
Then I thought about it a bit more and realised we are not the same sort of service.
I cannot ask a crying lonely woman who just lost her fifth pet turtle to simply sit there and cry on her own for a bit while I run next door to see the screaming child with a sore throat. I cannot tell a man with impending heart attack to calmly meditate in the street waiting for the 000 bus so I can counsel the man who happened to run over a confused turtle.
I admit sometimes I do leave a patient in the room and go to see another in the next room. Like when mother instinct takes over and a woman decides to breast feed her crying baby at the end of 2nd month vaccination. While this is a very amazingly lovely caring natural act, I would look like a dork to just sit there being amazed by it.
Everyday I look for a finale for our waiting room horror show. But so far I got nothin' !
There was a happy ending to my day though.
I drove to Carlingford Telstra shop and got my stick in 5 minutes. There was only one salesperson on duty and she served 4 clients all at once. Maybe she was paid on commission while the Cattle Hill mob got paid by the hour?
PS: The turtle story was fictitious to protect the identity of the distraught woman. (but if you must know ... it was a hamster, ... or was it a kitten? I can't remember).
Modern looking design, nice white benches on the walls with bits of orange and blue. There were lots of service persons servicing many customers. I approached the big reception bench and waited a bit. While I was waiting I curiously had a listen to the chatting between the service persons and their clients. It was mostly about the weather, about dogs and occasionally about news from Lybia - not much about buying a phone or anything Telstra sells.
After about 15 minutes, a nice gentleman came to me and asked for my name. I asked him what for and he nicely replied: "To put your name down on the waiting list, we are very busy and can only arrange an appointment for you - say - in about 2 hours..."
"What? Why the long wait? So your people could chat to these clients about Lybia and what not?"
It turned out they had to chat up because they had to wait for the contract to go through or for the wrong number to disconnect or for the main server to boot up or for blah blah blah ... about 30 mins per client!
I told the nice manager I had to go for a pee and disappeared. I was fuming!
"Why can they not see other clients while the first lot could just sit there and wait for those things to go through?"
On my way to the car park, I reflected upon our service at the medical practice. I felt the frustration my clients go through waiting for us, their GPs.
"We are just as bad ... Are we, really ?"
Then I thought about it a bit more and realised we are not the same sort of service.
I cannot ask a crying lonely woman who just lost her fifth pet turtle to simply sit there and cry on her own for a bit while I run next door to see the screaming child with a sore throat. I cannot tell a man with impending heart attack to calmly meditate in the street waiting for the 000 bus so I can counsel the man who happened to run over a confused turtle.
I admit sometimes I do leave a patient in the room and go to see another in the next room. Like when mother instinct takes over and a woman decides to breast feed her crying baby at the end of 2nd month vaccination. While this is a very amazingly lovely caring natural act, I would look like a dork to just sit there being amazed by it.
Everyday I look for a finale for our waiting room horror show. But so far I got nothin' !
There was a happy ending to my day though.
I drove to Carlingford Telstra shop and got my stick in 5 minutes. There was only one salesperson on duty and she served 4 clients all at once. Maybe she was paid on commission while the Cattle Hill mob got paid by the hour?
PS: The turtle story was fictitious to protect the identity of the distraught woman. (but if you must know ... it was a hamster, ... or was it a kitten? I can't remember).
Friday, March 25, 2011
I'll be off for 3 weeks
Yeay!!! If all is going as planned I'll off to China from April 06 to 26. It's my first overseas trip for a over a year. And as required, I have renewed my passport.
I almost cried when I compared the new to the old passport photo. Where have all my black hair gone to? ... in fact, hairs of any colour, where did they go? I look like a deformed criminal try hard.
I almost cried when I compared the new to the old passport photo. Where have all my black hair gone to? ... in fact, hairs of any colour, where did they go? I look like a deformed criminal try hard.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Tragic Japan
This latest of the current series of natural disasters reminds us of how angry mother earth can get. We should stop ripping her off and start paying her rent!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Private billing
The staff and doctors at our office had a brief meeting yesterday - well, not an official meeting, more like an impromtu gathering around a small chocolate cake and singing Happy Birthday to ... me.
During the sugary fix, we spoke of our business a bit. And one thing led to another, we decided to stop bulk billing to new patients.
This was a bit of a surprise to everyone, but it would be a neccessary step for a practice like ours. We found that due to the recent overload of new "once-off" patients we gradually lose our loyal regular ones, who were slowly squeezed out by the long waiting time.
So, it's official, folks!
From March 1 2011, NEW patients will be private-billed.
Patients who have consulted our doctors before March 1 will continue to be bulk-billed.
We are taking steps to make the transition and transaction painless.
[Yes. The knife really means business!]
During the sugary fix, we spoke of our business a bit. And one thing led to another, we decided to stop bulk billing to new patients.
This was a bit of a surprise to everyone, but it would be a neccessary step for a practice like ours. We found that due to the recent overload of new "once-off" patients we gradually lose our loyal regular ones, who were slowly squeezed out by the long waiting time.
So, it's official, folks!
From March 1 2011, NEW patients will be private-billed.
Patients who have consulted our doctors before March 1 will continue to be bulk-billed.
We are taking steps to make the transition and transaction painless.
[Yes. The knife really means business!]
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Traffic oddities
Please! Christmas was over 2 months ago!
Please remove those reindeer stag horns from the side windows of your car. Frankly, they look nothing like stag horns. More like your mal-nourished grandma is giving me a rude finger signal while ET is trying to escape from the otherside of your stupid car!
I spend 45 mintues each way, to and from work everyday - well, 4 days a week. And these are things on the road that really get up my flat nose.
I can't stand the "P plates" that are stuck so deep behind the plates or turned up-side-down. Why bother hiding them? We can tell you are a P-plater by the way you drive. And we'll be very happy to give you the entire road so you can speed to the next "safety camera".
Speaking of number plates, personalised plates are so annoying. Quick examples:
BMW-xxx . OK. I can tell you drive a BMW. Wow! But do you really have to spell it out twice, no, in fact, 3 times on your car? Or maybe it is YOU that can't remember it's a BMW.
It's OK to put your initials on the plate but first make sure it's not a medical acronym.
HPV-xxx. What does that stand for ? "Henry Parkinson the Fifth" or something similar? To the rest of us, it's Human PapillomaVirus. Yep! It's a virus that make WARTS, including the genital variety.
HSV-xxx. Holden Special Vehicle? or more commonly known as Herpes Simplex Virus.
XYZ-888. So many number 8's !!! Any chance you are Chinese?
Some must be very cute... in their own language! "FGT-RDE" ... Huh? Whatever that abbreviated phrase is, it must have been quite funny ... in your family. But me? I have no idea and I don't bother try to work it out. I am too hungry and in severe need to use the lavatory - so don't test my mental skill at 7:25 PM on the M2, please!
Some are very short. Like "1" or "ME". Why spend so much money for so much less metal? And these are almost always found on some super cars that look as if they can be utilised in one of those great bank robbery jobs. Is that stupid or what! If you are running away from the cops, would it not be better to have one of those plates with cryptic tongue twisters?
"Car 2 to Radio 1, ... attention all units... suspect is in a red Hyundai or KIA or maybe Fiat ... running down the 616, register number ... XRTWSE... no, no ... XTRZEW ... no, no, ... TWSAXZ ... Oh Crikey! Scrap that, just pin the crime on the Maserati with number plate 'ME' ... "
And finally, please don't tail-gate me when I am trying to terrorise the old lady in the pink Vee-Dub Beetle in front of me!
Please remove those reindeer stag horns from the side windows of your car. Frankly, they look nothing like stag horns. More like your mal-nourished grandma is giving me a rude finger signal while ET is trying to escape from the otherside of your stupid car!
I spend 45 mintues each way, to and from work everyday - well, 4 days a week. And these are things on the road that really get up my flat nose.
I can't stand the "P plates" that are stuck so deep behind the plates or turned up-side-down. Why bother hiding them? We can tell you are a P-plater by the way you drive. And we'll be very happy to give you the entire road so you can speed to the next "safety camera".
Speaking of number plates, personalised plates are so annoying. Quick examples:
BMW-xxx . OK. I can tell you drive a BMW. Wow! But do you really have to spell it out twice, no, in fact, 3 times on your car? Or maybe it is YOU that can't remember it's a BMW.
It's OK to put your initials on the plate but first make sure it's not a medical acronym.
HPV-xxx. What does that stand for ? "Henry Parkinson the Fifth" or something similar? To the rest of us, it's Human PapillomaVirus. Yep! It's a virus that make WARTS, including the genital variety.
HSV-xxx. Holden Special Vehicle? or more commonly known as Herpes Simplex Virus.
XYZ-888. So many number 8's !!! Any chance you are Chinese?
Some must be very cute... in their own language! "FGT-RDE" ... Huh? Whatever that abbreviated phrase is, it must have been quite funny ... in your family. But me? I have no idea and I don't bother try to work it out. I am too hungry and in severe need to use the lavatory - so don't test my mental skill at 7:25 PM on the M2, please!
Some are very short. Like "1" or "ME". Why spend so much money for so much less metal? And these are almost always found on some super cars that look as if they can be utilised in one of those great bank robbery jobs. Is that stupid or what! If you are running away from the cops, would it not be better to have one of those plates with cryptic tongue twisters?
"Car 2 to Radio 1, ... attention all units... suspect is in a red Hyundai or KIA or maybe Fiat ... running down the 616, register number ... XRTWSE... no, no ... XTRZEW ... no, no, ... TWSAXZ ... Oh Crikey! Scrap that, just pin the crime on the Maserati with number plate 'ME' ... "
And finally, please don't tail-gate me when I am trying to terrorise the old lady in the pink Vee-Dub Beetle in front of me!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Open Disastrous
I bought the Australian Open tickets last October so last week I took my wife and son to Melbourne. It was my first one-week break in more than a year. I deserved it as I had worked on my own for 3 weeks whilst the lady doctors here all took off around Christmas time.
Was it a good break? Hah!
Sydney airport
The check-in blonde hurried us through and somehow managed to tag our bags to go to Hobart! We had no idea until my wife got a bit concerned. The girl said gate 49 but the display now said gate 50. The wife asked me to check. Of course, I told her to stop being silly. She kept nagging, so I went and checked the sticky notes on our boarding passes. "SYD-HOB". "Hmmm, how cryptic! May be the luggage are sent by ... hobbyist courier?" I rationalised. As I told the stewardess on boarding, she quickly ran about yelling some cryptic words. I felt terrible because the flight to Hobart was also delayed after that. As it turned out, the Tassie-bound woman checking in just before me was supposed to have 4 bags. She changed her mind and only chucked in 2. Maybe her new husband did not tun up. So we somehow got the 2 spare tags heading for Hobart. And yes, the entire Sydney-Melbourne flight time was for a lecture of how horrible life would be if the wife's commands weren't heeded to.
Shitzu's bite.
Not sure of the spelling but this breed of dog shoud be banned. The wife's long time friend has 2 of these and one of them didn't like me. She jumped up and aimed for my face. Unfortunately she was so fat and could only got to the level of my crotch. Wham! I turned quickly and got a huge bite and bruise on the upper part of my thigh - about 3 cm from the most sensitiv bit of my anatomy. Phew!!! During the taxi trip home, the lecture was on how to behave about other people's pets. What? I was just reaching over for my drink when the monster got me!
Lost seeds
Nadal lost to Ferrer. "What is going on here?" I asked. I paid a lot of money to see Federer and Nadal in the final. I was certain it was written in the contract somewhere. Then I saw Federer got knocked out by a guy who looked almost exactly like the kid who beat me up daily in primary school. I am sure there weren't many Serbian kids in my school in Saigon, but this Djorkovic really looked like the thug I used to fear and hate. No lectures for few days, the professor was too busy shopping.
"I AM CALM!!!!!"
When we got back to Sydney airport, our booked maxi-taxi got ... lost - or rather the booking was "not confirmed". We - 12 people and all (yes, I and all the in-laws) - had to drag our luggage back to the end of a long taxi queue. I was fuming! The lecturer was kind and gave me a "calm down" hug. Yep, she was the one who made the shonky taxi booking.
Was it a good break? Hah!
Sydney airport
The check-in blonde hurried us through and somehow managed to tag our bags to go to Hobart! We had no idea until my wife got a bit concerned. The girl said gate 49 but the display now said gate 50. The wife asked me to check. Of course, I told her to stop being silly. She kept nagging, so I went and checked the sticky notes on our boarding passes. "SYD-HOB". "Hmmm, how cryptic! May be the luggage are sent by ... hobbyist courier?" I rationalised. As I told the stewardess on boarding, she quickly ran about yelling some cryptic words. I felt terrible because the flight to Hobart was also delayed after that. As it turned out, the Tassie-bound woman checking in just before me was supposed to have 4 bags. She changed her mind and only chucked in 2. Maybe her new husband did not tun up. So we somehow got the 2 spare tags heading for Hobart. And yes, the entire Sydney-Melbourne flight time was for a lecture of how horrible life would be if the wife's commands weren't heeded to.
Shitzu's bite.
Not sure of the spelling but this breed of dog shoud be banned. The wife's long time friend has 2 of these and one of them didn't like me. She jumped up and aimed for my face. Unfortunately she was so fat and could only got to the level of my crotch. Wham! I turned quickly and got a huge bite and bruise on the upper part of my thigh - about 3 cm from the most sensitiv bit of my anatomy. Phew!!! During the taxi trip home, the lecture was on how to behave about other people's pets. What? I was just reaching over for my drink when the monster got me!
Lost seeds
Nadal lost to Ferrer. "What is going on here?" I asked. I paid a lot of money to see Federer and Nadal in the final. I was certain it was written in the contract somewhere. Then I saw Federer got knocked out by a guy who looked almost exactly like the kid who beat me up daily in primary school. I am sure there weren't many Serbian kids in my school in Saigon, but this Djorkovic really looked like the thug I used to fear and hate. No lectures for few days, the professor was too busy shopping.
"I AM CALM!!!!!"
When we got back to Sydney airport, our booked maxi-taxi got ... lost - or rather the booking was "not confirmed". We - 12 people and all (yes, I and all the in-laws) - had to drag our luggage back to the end of a long taxi queue. I was fuming! The lecturer was kind and gave me a "calm down" hug. Yep, she was the one who made the shonky taxi booking.
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