Five ringgit at Gardens Mid Valley will buy you this - the luxury of pretending that a public restroom is exclusively yours:
And you can put a name to your soap:
I'm not sure whether it was part of a promotion, but in addition to my change for a ten ringgit note, I received a two ringgit voucher which could go to my second use of the posh restroom or the nearby cafe presumptuously named Pastis. Between one of the nicest non-hotel public restrooms I've ever seen and limp sandwiches, the choice is obvious.
From the Smithsonian Institution's Flickr photostream:
" This city letter carrier posed for a humorous photograph with a young boy in his mailbag. After parcel post service was introduced in 1913, at least two children were sent by the service. With stamps attached to their clothing, the children rode with railway and city carriers to their destination. The Postmaster General quickly issued a regulation forbidding the sending of children in the mail after hearing of those examples."
A great deal of my relationships with people are conducted from behind the computer screen, and my instant messenger of choice is Google chat largely due to the absence of dumb, animated emoticons. I like chatting with people online, but like my meatspace conversations, I have expectations. I don't mind if the person I'm chatting with checks out of the conversation or disconnects without warning, but I mind terribly if the person who messaged me to chat does little to keep the conversation going. Like this:
Someone: hey shryh
Shryh: Hi! how's it going?
Someone: good. u?
Shryh: Well, the city just stabbed me in the eye with a syringe and injected me with misery serum, but otherwise, I'm not too bad.
Someone: lol
Shryh: ...
Often, nothing follows "lol", as it's technically my turn at the conversation. But how the fudge do you expect me to respond to "lol"? LMAO? The next person to put me through this is going to get a TTYL.
So, this is Gertrude Stein:
And uh, this is the Gertrude Stein dress by Kate and Kass (which I very much want but not why I'm showing you the picture, though if you *insist* on buying it for me I'll write you a thank you note in my very best handwriting):
Speaking of popsicles, L. and I have been eating our way through the ice cream freezer at our friendly neighbourhood Japanese grocery store. So far, we've had:
- Chocolate bars
- Milk tea bars
- Mikan (tangerine) bars with real fruit pulp
- Peach soda bars
- Calpis bars
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SY said:
When will someone come up with the technology for food to be transfered over the internet? Send me some of... read more
on We were in-n-out in minutes.
ABSOLUTELY NOT gluttonous. You'd be committing a cardinal sin if you didn't eat ALL of those before you return home... read more
on Gorge, guzzle, guzzle, gorge.