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Pointless rambles

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So, I was supposed to have a meeting at 3ish today and the other person forgot. (Tsk. Heh heh.)

But all’s good anyway, because I have a mountain-load of stuff to do on my list and some free time will always be nice.

I got drenched making my way here, but it’s all right. I’m surrounded by people. Some noise in the room is always welcome, unless it borders on the point of being a major distraction – think wailing kids. Yes, that kind of extent.

And there’s free air-conditioning, electricity and wireless access for me to use!

Oh, did I mention that I got wet in the rain?

My shoes feels all slooshy, and my jeans were sticking to my legs like crazy. Plus, my umbrella was so abso-teeny it wasn’t enough to cover me and humongous haversack.

And well, I was also tilting the umbrella such that it covered my haversack more than me (because my precious ol’ laptop was in that haversack) – not that it helped, though, because the haversack was still soaking wet anyway – so yeah, you can add that on to the list of silly stuff I’ve been doing in recent days.

I am craving chips. Sour-cream and cheese Ruffles’, to be precise.

And I should be doing my work now.

Maybe I’ll get my chips later. Hmm.

Have you swam in the swimming poo today?

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So, the original plan to hang around the poolside at Stef’s place – along with the occasional swimming (for the rest) and happy feet dips (for me) while we have some marshmallow and fruit fondue in between.

Unfortunately, certain incidents have occurred at the pool as of late and managed to thwart our plans.

Human poo found in pool?!
Pool closure notice.

In case the text is not very readable, here is some help;

Pool closed for 2 weeks up to 30 April 2010 for maintenance – human poo found in pool.

(Please report to management office if you see culprit.)

Culprit will be prosecuted.

This has subsequently, let loose an avalanche of jokes.

Think “let’s hang out by the poo-side!”, “let’s check out the swimming poo!”, “we can’t go swimming in the poo today!” and “gosh, will the poo be smelly?” (For the very last one, it was uncertain whether the person was referring to the pool or the poo.)

Well, we didn’t manage to get our swimming poo-fix today.

Instead we had some really awesome pasta – along with live guitar playing, courtesy of Stef’s brother – beneath an umbrella-shade above the deck-table we were at, followed by marshmallow and fruit fondue (which was part of the original plan) for dessert.

And yes, we were seated by the poo-side.

Stef's brother.
Stef’s brother – live entertainment for the evening.

And no, the swimming poo was odour-less – in case you were wondering. (The odour that filled the air was that of the usual heavily-chlorinated scent that surrounds swimming pools.)

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