Polyphonics, Dinner & A girl's Kung-Fu

I just realised that having a phone with polyphonic ring tones is not as fun as it should be. Sure, it offered nice tones when you're in a meeting, cinema or even in the office. But in a noisy environment where you're facing the wrath of a customer who happens to be an Opera singer, watching sausages explode in a frying pan, screwing around with a hammer drill, choking from a decaff, well, you get the picture.

At the end of the day, as long as the Bluetooth headset is not superglued to my ear, I have a lot of missed calls. And I mean lot of missed calls.

Maybe I should have gone back to those monotone buzzer phones.

This was my dinner across The Weld: Oddles of Dhal mixed into the mountains of pure white rice, fried chicken and left-over fried crispies, and such obscenities covered with the remains of an unborn chicken

Well, Kristine is practising her Kung-Fu again

Stupid proverb of the day:
Chocolates and toilets do not mix