The Reluctant Blogger

All nice except...

Yesterday we went to check on the progress of the renovations at our place.  I was back in the car with X changing his dirty nappy and B was finishing up when he bumped into an elderly lady.

"Hello, are you the new owner of #22?  When are you moving in?  I'm M from #44.  So you are renovating?  It's good to have everything done before you move in.  I did my kitchen and bathroom too.  And there was dust everywhere.  I got your letter letting us know about the renovations; very polite of you.  But I haven't heard any noise."

B kept his poker face but was wondering if she may have a hearing problem because when we visited during the work, it was loud.

M continued, "You will like it here.  Everyone is very nice; except for #66.  He comes around and tells you all about the rules.  You just tell him, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah' and let it go over your head and do whatever you want."

B: "Oh, I thought it was just us that he was doing it to."

M: "No, he does that.  Just say yeah and ignore him."

When B related the exchange to me, I wouldn't believe it.  #66 is Gustapo.  I reckon B made it up but he promises it's for real.  Well, if it is, then I guess Gustapo is everyone's thorn in the side. 

First world problems #2

She's just a girl who can't say Nein: The Munich nymphomaniac claims a second victim after 36-hour sex ordeal

By ALLAN HALL

German nymphomaniac who was arrested after forcing a man to make love to her eight times has struck again.

Her latest victim, an African, was found weeping in the street outside her apartment by police after a 36-hour ordeal.

He fought back his tears to tell them what had happened.

Sent to a psychiatric hospital: The woman lives in the German city of Munich

'I met her on a bus,' said the man. 'She invited me back here. Oh God, it was hell. I can't walk. Please help me.'

Munich police confirmed his ordeal in a press statement. 

The woman, believed to be 47, has now been taken into a hospital for psychiatric observation.

The man only escaped from her apartment when she fell asleep.

Her first victim Dieter Schulz, 43, met her in a bar in the centre of his home city.

She took him back to her apartment and they had sex several times.

But when the woman demanded more, the exhausted man said no. 

A police spokesman said: 'He complied with the woman's wishes another few times so he could finally leave the apartment.

'But when she continued to refuse and demanded even more sex from him, he fled to the balcony.'

Mr Schulz phoned police and pleaded for assistance. 

'You have got to help me,' he told them. 'She is trying to kill me with sex. I cannot get out - and I cannot go on!'

When police arrived to question the woman and free Schulz she invited two officers to join her in bed for a 'quickie.'

They declined.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2137297/Munich-nymphomaniac-Second-victim-weeping-street.html#ixzz1ttVFTrMm

 

Coming along...

Ikea's $3 mains after 3pm

I reckon it's a good deal.  There 11 meatballs and two pieces of fish!  Cheaper than chips. But it's only for this week.

Jelly shoes

I started wearing plastic shoes when I was young.  And when I say young, I mean when my age was in single digits :oP 

Then, plastic shoes cut my feet but Melissa made plastic shoes cool and comfortable.  So it was about eight years ago that I bought my Melissa's (like these but in beige).  Considering it was a designer pair by Alexandre Herchcovitch, I got it at a bargain for SGD$33.90.  And when I got back to Sydney, I checked out the prices and it was like AUD$129.00!!!

Anyway, as I have got a huge-arse debt with the bank for the next gazillion years, I can't be speanding money on the real thing.  So I am now drooling over the inspired jelly shoes available on Taobao.

Now I just have to figure out to get it sent to Sydney.

I spat out my tea

CC is in the US of A for training and we had an online chat this morning (for me and evening for her).

The following is an excerpt of our conversation.

CC

they put me up in the downtown hotel for the last 2 days before I came

and guess what my next room neighbours were humping it up like rabbits on my last night

1am, 4am and 6am

Me

HAHAHAHAHA

Wow

Must be teenagers

CC

I went to bed at 11 and had to wake up at 7

they dun sound like teenagers leh

Me

Maybe they took blue pills

CC

and it was like having a porn dvd on  tv or something

Me

Or maybe they are cheating with each other

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

CC

you can actually hear the slapping sounds

Me

You need to blog about this

CC

you can hear the piak piak piak sounds

Me

Sheesh, woman!

CC

cant believe it

Me

I almost spat out my tea!

 CC

hehehe

but it is true

all I hear is OOOHHHH OOOHHHH OOOOOHHHHHH

then piak piak piak piak

that was at 1am

Me

OK.  I need to stop reading you until I stop laughing

CC

then 4am, it was PIAK PIAK PIAK PIAK OOOHOOHHHH OOOHHHH

then the guy came in OOOOOHOOOOOHHHHH

haiz

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CC, I was laughing so much inside that it came out involuntarily as a choke.  My colleague asked me if I was OK.  And it's not what you were describing that was funny; it was the way you were describing it.  I could imagine your indignation and disgust at having your sleep disturbed. HAHAHA! 

As the deer

Our nightly bedtime ritual is the Lord's prayer, followed by personal prayer and then a lullaby of "As the deer".  As I said, it's our nightly ritual.  But it was not till sermon last Sunday that I understood what the song was really all about.

Did you know that the song is based on Psalm 42?  And do you know what is behind that psalm and the one following?  Well, I have read it a number of times but not in context. In context, it was about King David who had known many riches and successes but poured out his heart to God, to ask not to be forsaken or forgotten by God.  David was at the time of the psalm in some strife.  But he didn't ask for restoration of good fortunes. Instead, he yearned for the times when he worshipped in God's house.  He constantly reminds himself to put his hope in God.

You know, I was so moved by the sermon.  I hope to be as the deer pants for streams of water,  so my soul pants for you, my God.  My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. 

Bathroom progress. Me happy!

B's default expression

Two weeks ago, we were at Ikea for the second weekend in a row.  We have legitimate reasons for being there and I like the restaurant for X - It's highly child-friendly and he can mess up the place and I don't have to clean up :oP

While we were walking around looking for wardrobes, this guy with a North American accent said to us, "You're here again.  We saw you last week!"

Now, we get recognised a lot.  Not because we're celebrities or look outstanding in any way as individuals.  But put us together and you'd remember us as a family of a black man, a yellow woman and a brown kid.

Anyway, this guy said that he saw us in the restaurant the week before and that B looked bored. Wow, that's earth-shattering news!  Not!   B always looks like that; always.  I guess if he did decide to play poker, he's got the facial expression locked in.

Not too pleased about a pending situation. But it's a very small first-world problem. Actually, it's not a problem. Just a preference for not having the situation :o)