Sunday, May 29, 2011
MISSING Tofu...
geez, how come none of the vegetarian food from the Chinese restaurant and/ or fast-food stands (I have been to) has tofu?
Goddammit, I need my TOFU!!!
geez, how come none of the vegetarian food from the Chinese restaurant and/ or fast-food stands (I have been to) has tofu?
Goddammit, I need my TOFU!!!
The sights from up and above the ground are epic. There is no doubt about it. But, this experience is marred by the retard(s) down below.
@ the nice tall gentleman (of possibly African origin/ descent) with glasses and shaved head -
True, smiling is optional. In any case, you will look gay if you keep smiling.
But, is it too much for you to simply say "hi" and "please"? Is it too much to politely ask for my consent before 1) invading my personal space and 2) attempting to pry open my bag?
Finally, why ask if my waterbottle has vodka and then not smell it? Why, shake it? Since when, does vodka effervesce? Again, is it too much to gain my consent before you grab my bag's content?
@ the nice and lovely lady selling them fast-track tickets -
Supposedly, a smile will go a long way. But, I guess you can't be bothered. You don't even look happy to answer my questions.
@ both -
Guess what! The otherwise stoical airport security guards from some of them developping countries are way nicer and polite than you lot. ENGLISH is not their forte. But, they understand "GAINED CONSENT"!
To top it all, some of the visitors get told bluntly to "SPEAK ENGLISH!!!" (*).
Wait, isn't London one of the most cosmopolitan cities in the world? A high-percentage of its population has experienced varied overseas cultures - Isn't this advertised in the most eye-popping way?
So, where are the multi-lingual signs that explain the safety and/ or security procedures? In fact, where are the signs that advise the visitors that their bags will be rudely pried open? There are none! There aren't even any in plain ENGLISH!
After all this, the take home-message -
Shitty customer service that is culturally insensitive. I can't believe we are paying for them to keep their jobs!
(*) The funnily hilarious part about this is having one caucassian telling another to "SPEAK ENGLISH"! Most often than not, I have witnessed this being told to coloured people only.
Q: Why will you want to name your dog "Pussy"?
A: So that whenever it runs too far away from you in the park, you have the immensely delightful pleasure to yell out loud "PUSSY"!!!!!
rofl...
All jokes aside, I have just recently witnessed this!
/thinking "Goddamnit! Stop taking them pics! Buy something!!!"
nah, not the movie...not the president...and definitely not the author/comedian!
It's just the old Truman brewery - "East London's revolutionary arts and media quarter".
...snapped on 22/05/11
...snapped on 22/05/11 (near Brick Lane Market)
Handcrafted Space Invaders (?)
Or is it just my imagination playing with me?
...snapped on 18/05/11
This is from a series of pics I have been asked to take for one of the local vegan restaurant. I have used a different watermark for the actual pics.
Hopefully, I'll get the chance to take some more when I'm back in Mauritius.
...snapped on 21/05/11 @ 1830 (somewhere at Heathrow whilst waiting for terminal 5 to be ready)
...snapped on 18/05/11 @ a local vegan restaurant!
So, finally, after initially planning to meet up in London, UK, here we are catching up in Port-Louis, Mauritius (instead)!
Damn, I'm so tired lately!
With me being exposed to so much sunlight, how is that even possible?
PLAN: more beach time, more sun...yaaaaaaaaaay!!! :)
So, after 24 hrs waiting, here it is finally - my connecting flight to Mu!
(...snapped on 14/05/11 @ 8am)
The flight has lasted for about 11 hrs.
Now, I'm in KLIA waiting for my next flight.
I've been in-transit for 24 hrs.
24 hrs!!! That's a hell of a long time.
But, I like KLIA. So, I don't really mind it.
It's a nice place to transit.
In the meantime, it has dawned upon me that, I have indeed been missing all this.
I have missed:
- that gnawing impatience while counting down the hours, minutes and seoonds for check-in time, boarding time and departure time
- the trepidation of being mistakenly identified as a terrorist
- that short adrenalin burst during take-off
- my stomach tightening in knots during turbulence
- the fascination of the 10-year old within me for about anything that may be happening outside the window
- the epic back and butt pains that come with a 7-11+ hrs flight
- being sanwiched in a cramped environment that stales of air-refreshners and unwashed bodies
- the endless waiting
I have missed all that.
And by God, I'm enjoying having these feelings again!
It's like I'm alive again...lol
/dance
/cheer
/shout-out-loud "I'm going home!"
/yell "I'm going home!"
I've been quite contained all this while.
But now, I'm letting go.
Heck, I'm super-duper excited...thrilled! Over-joyed!!!
I'm in holidays!
I'm going home!
This is such a ridiculously blasphemous thought to be had atm.
But I have.
Un-f-ing-believable!
I have no idea where it has sprouted from.
