Sunday, November 20, 2005
A True Story (almost)
One day while rushing our thesis, me and my two groupmates went to Maccas to grab some McCoffee. (Maccas is the Australian slang for McDonalds.)
I ordered a Mocha and a piece of cake. Mudit ordered a Cappucino and Nipun ordered a Cappucino and a Jam-ball donut. (A jam-ball donut is a donut with jam filling.)
2/3 of the way through his donut, Nipun realised that his donut had only a single drop of jam in it. We egged him to go complain and off he went.
The manager gave him a new donut and so he sat back down to chomp down on the donut. Halfway through this donut, he realised that this one had NO JAM at all! So off he went again to complain.
At the McCafe counter, the manager gave him another donut. This time, to play safe, Nipun tore the donut into halves to check and again this one had no jam! So the manager gave him another yet another donut. Tearing it apart, they both saw that this jam-ball donut again had NO JAM!
Embarrased, the manager told Nipun, "Sorry mate. I have no idea why they're all like that. Can I offer you a packet of breakfast jam?"
Nipun then calmly told the manager, "Nah. It's okay. I don't really like jam."
[Okay, the last statement was false. Nipun didn't actually say that. He just came back to the table and finished his 2 and 3/4 jam-less donuts.]
I ordered a Mocha and a piece of cake. Mudit ordered a Cappucino and Nipun ordered a Cappucino and a Jam-ball donut. (A jam-ball donut is a donut with jam filling.)
2/3 of the way through his donut, Nipun realised that his donut had only a single drop of jam in it. We egged him to go complain and off he went.
The manager gave him a new donut and so he sat back down to chomp down on the donut. Halfway through this donut, he realised that this one had NO JAM at all! So off he went again to complain.
At the McCafe counter, the manager gave him another donut. This time, to play safe, Nipun tore the donut into halves to check and again this one had no jam! So the manager gave him another yet another donut. Tearing it apart, they both saw that this jam-ball donut again had NO JAM!
Embarrased, the manager told Nipun, "Sorry mate. I have no idea why they're all like that. Can I offer you a packet of breakfast jam?"
Nipun then calmly told the manager, "Nah. It's okay. I don't really like jam."
[Okay, the last statement was false. Nipun didn't actually say that. He just came back to the table and finished his 2 and 3/4 jam-less donuts.]
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Free advertising for my sister again.
Friday, November 04, 2005
你知不知道思念一个人的滋味？
I suddenly decided to write something here only to realise that I forgot my password AND username. Dawned on me that it's probably been a while since I doodled here.
Anyway, it's one of those moody days again. In fact, it was so bad that I went to hunt for a particular old song that I remember from my secondary school days. Thought that hearing it would make me feel better... what on earth was I thinking? Since when have sad songs cheered anybody up! Bloody hell... as my MSN personal message often says : I have the mind of a genius, but I forgot where I left it.
Anyway, it's one of those moody days again. In fact, it was so bad that I went to hunt for a particular old song that I remember from my secondary school days. Thought that hearing it would make me feel better... what on earth was I thinking? Since when have sad songs cheered anybody up! Bloody hell... as my MSN personal message often says : I have the mind of a genius, but I forgot where I left it.
