Who's Hu?

Sorry folks, but I've just got to pass this on to you. It is one of those mailings I got from Arcamax on a regular basis, just to keep my sanity. You probably got a copy in your mailbox too. But if you didn't, enjoy it now :)

Who's On First? For the Next Generation...

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The guy in China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The main man in China!
Con di: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya' asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's who's name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he's dead in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi?
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N.
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China.
George: Will you stay out of China!!!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone!!!

LOL! This is much better than the one about George and the Queen!

A Short Note

I have always admired those bloggers who were able to post very short entries on their blogs. Just a few lines and they are done. So this is my attempt at posting a short and sweet entry about people who post short and sweet entries on their blogs.

I Need Some Sleep

I need some sleep. I haven't slept a wink last night. And I need to get the washing machine fixed. I got a pile of dirty laundry and I am running out of, Heavens forbid, fresh underwear already.

I came home at about five in the morning yesterday. But instead of hitting the sack, I busied myself with some household chores. Then I looked at the dirty clothes and contemplated on the possible solution to the mounting problem.

Funny how a pile of sweat smelling office wear could bring out the philosopher in you. I contemplated deep and deduced that I could either send the washing machine for repairs or get a wife. The electric bulb flashed somewhere above my almost brain-dead head.

Then I talked to my girlfriend (Yes, Hazel. I have found her.) on the phone. From the conversation I figured out in my half asleep state that she wasn't ready for that commitment to come over and do my laundry today. So, back to the former solution.

In the meantime, I'd better get some sleep. Just as I was getting out of my clothes I heard the front gate creaked. And there she was at my front door -- Oh no, Mother! I began to think that she suspected that I was plotting to sell the house or something equally sinister. Why is she home so early and so often?

So, out I came and engaged Mother in some small talk to find out if she was alright or if she needed money, whatever. Mother was alright and she had more money than I did. Maybe she just missed the house or me, or both.

I might as well try to fix the washing machine myself now that I couldn't go to bed. I figured out what was wrong with the machine but didn't have the slightest idea on how to make it right. The stupid machine would work if I kept blowing air into a little plastic tube behind the drum.

No, I didn't want to spend the whole morning doing that. So, I put everything back together, took a bath and changed into some fresh clothes. Then I got on my bike and rode back to the office. Maybe I could catch some shut-eye there.

I needed some sleep then and some fresh underwear the next day. As I rode to town I hoped that I wouldn't fall asleep and fall off the bike. Of course I didn't otherwise I wouldn't be posting this. But I still need some sleep and some fresh underwear.

Shall we dangdut?

Yesterday wasn't meant to be another ho-hum day for me. Definitely no! A much awaited package arrived with two Inul Daratista CDs in it courtesy of Pok Ku, the Retired Retainer. He had to endure throbbing gums at the Post Office counter just to let me have these CDs and I appreciate that very much. Thanks a bundle, Pok Ku!

I thoroughly enjoyed the videos. Mbak Inul never ceases to amaze me with her goyang abilities -- the gyrations and grinding moves unique to dangdut performers. I really must pry Pok Ku away from his busy schedule and ask him to teach me some of those dance moves. Now I am considering if I should go and see her perform live on May Day in KL.

When performed in pairs, the male dangdut moves seem easy enough. All the male partner has to do is float and hover beside the female partner, who does all the energetic bumping and grinding. Hey, isn't that what relationships are all about -- make them do all the hard work!