Of how Pringles is addictive

Some time ago, a friend told me that he had found wasabi-flavoured Pringles in Carrefour (Part-Dieu). So I went to search for it the next time I went there. (I seldom buy Pringles...normally I never go looking for them and I only buy them when I see them on promotion right before my eyes :P )

I discovered three Xtreme flavours:




I only bought the wasabi one...though I was really tempted by those smoking ribs as well! It was really good...with exactly the wasabi taste, so if you like wasabi you're sure to like it! But one weird thing is that it left no aftertaste in the mouth...what I mean is that while the chip with the wasabi powder (seasoning powder, I mean) was in my mouth, the wasabi taste was fully there, as fiery as promised...but after swallowing it you don't feel like you've just eaten wasabi! Which is why, I suppose, I finished the whole can in two days instead of eating it slowly as I intended -_- (what's new?)

I'm itching to buy more, or try the other flavours...but I think I should stay away from the junk food aisle for a while...

It flies, it lies...and then it runs!

What flies when it’s born, lies when it alive, and runs when it is dead?

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ANSWER: A snowflake.

It snowed again yesterday. On Saturday as well, though the snow was half-rain. But yesterday night there was a real "blizzard"... (I mean, it would have been a blizzard if the snowflakes were larger...as it was, the snowflakes were tiny :P )

So we're back to the middle of winter for the moment. Spring is less than a month away...I hope that it won't get lost!

Making a dream come true

In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia. Although her heart was filled with sadness, she also had a strong feeling of determination. Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up and fulfill all his dreams. Now that was no longer possible. The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true. She took her son's hand and asked, 'Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up ? Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with your life ?' Mommy, 'I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up.' Mom smiled back and said, 'Let's see if we can make your wish come true.' Later that day she went to her local fire Department in Phoenix , Arizona , where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big as Phoenix . She explained her son's final wish and asked if it might be possible to give her 6 year-old son a ride around the block on a fire engine. Fireman Bob said, 'Look, we can do better than that. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary Fireman for the whole day. He can come down to the fire station, eat with us, go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards ! And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform for him, with a real fire hat - not a toy -- one-with the emblem of the Phoenix Fire Department on it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.' 'They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix , so we can get them fast.' Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy, dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from his hospital bed to the waiting hook and ladder truck. Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help steer it back to the fire station. He was in heaven. There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day and Billy got to go out on all three calls. He rode in the different fire engines, the Paramedic's' van, and even the fire chief's car. He was also videotaped for the local news program. Having his dream come true, with all the love and attention that was lavished upon him, so deeply touched Billy, that he lived three months longer than any doctor thought possible. One night all of his vital signs began to drop dramatically and the head nurse, who believed in the hospice concept - that no one should die alone, began to call the family members to the hospital. Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a Fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital to be with Billy as he made his transition. The chief replied, 'We can do better than that. We'll be there in five minutes. Will you please do me a favor ? When you hear the sirens screaming and see the lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system that there is not a fire ?' 'It's the department coming to see one of its finest members one more time. And will you open the window to his room ?' About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to Billy's third floor open window -------- 16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room !! With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him and told him how much they LOVED him. With his dying breath, Billy looked up at the fire chief and said, 'Chief, am I really a fireman now ?' 'Billy, you are, and The Head Chief, God, is holding your hand,' the chief said. With those words, Billy smiled and said, 'I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and the angels have been singing.' He closed his eyes one last time.

Thanks to Lai Shin for this story! I checked the truth on it online, and it turns out that it's true with a few embellishments.

Kiam kei nui

Three weeks ago, I made salted eggs. Today I tested one of them...


It wasn't salty enough...though the salty taste was there, which means it worked. And the outer part of the egg yolk had the right texture, but not the middle (as you can see from the colour...) I'm leaving the other egg for at least another week...

I blame the low temperature here, by the way...I mean, when the temperature's low, less salt can dissolve in the water and so the eggs need longer to become salty, right?

Will make more soon (once I use up the stuff I have in another jar :P ) Especially as it takes so long...

When a snowball gets really big

Snowballing? More like an avalanche.

Dying of laughter

I wasn't going to write about this, but since it has me rolling over and practically dying of laughter, it is only right that I allow you to die along with me (NOT literally, choi, touch wood, whatever. Jinxes be gone!)

(Be warned, there will be more jokes about "death" in this post, if you are against that, please don't read on)

You see, there was once this little boy, and a very old rabbit. The little boy went to see the rabbit quite often, but the rabbit never heeded him. So one day he decided to run screaming into the rabbit's pen, hoping to elicit a response. And elicit it he did, for the rabbit flopped over and lay still.

Two days later, he was served rabbit for dinner.

(Story slightly embellished for your reading pleasure)

That story alone isn't enough to win a spot on my blog...it is what came afterwards.

Rather cruelly perhaps, I posted a status on Facebook (click to enlarge):


So K probably thought that someone ratted on him, while I knew nothing about his crimes :P (pardon the expression if you don't like it) And I suddenly discovered that there was a second rabbit-killer among my friends... (as if the shock of the first discovery wasn't enough already...if I'm not careful I might be the one having a heart attack! Just kidding, of course)

And since I'm a curious person, I had to ask :P


So now you have the whole rabbit story. I don't know whether it made you laugh as much as I did, but I guess that it's funnier if you know the people involved...

I shall say nothing of the dogs. And as you might have noticed, I am keeping a principle of "NO NAMES". In the unlikely event that you leave a comment, please don't mention any names either (except in owning up ;) ) Or I might have to delete the comment if it becomes too "dangerous"...and I don't like deleting comments.

Oh yeah...glossary:
sembelih = slaughter

The boomerang kick

Check out this great football player:



In one of the video comments, they called it the boomerang kick. LOL!

I saw the video on e-LauGhs, actually...they called it a cloaking device ;)

Of wolfish smiles and hypotheses

Note: If you are not in the know, you probably won't understand this post. Rest assured, you don't have to understand it.

BA m'a fait un grand sourire quand je sortais de la salle de réunion ce
matin. Je sais pas pourquoi il a fait ça, probablement pour me montrer
qu'il m'a vue, vu que j'ai pas dit un mot pendant la réunion et qu'il m'a
pas adressé un mot non plus.

Ou peut-être qu'il voulait pas que j'aïe peur de lui. Mais j'avais juste
rien à dire...

Heureusement que c'était à la fin de la réunion et pas au début...sinon
ce serait tellement un sourire de loup pour mettre à l'aise sa victime
avant de la manger...

Of discrimination or not

It seems that there's another issue in France concerning Muslims. I didn't hear about this on the news (I never listen to the news anyway), I read about it on a friend's blog. This time there are people who aren't happy with some fast food restaurants being halal.

I think Kahuna's take on it is pretty interesting, so I'll let you read it for yourselves. Not to mention that there are a few Indian proverbs there as well...for your general knowledge :P

As for me, I think that sometimes, some people forget what "fighting for freedom" means. People used to fight for the freedom to do something when they were barred from doing something they think they should have the right to do. But just because you have the right to do something, doesn't mean you have to do it. If it does, it means that you have lost your freedom, because you are now barred from doing what you were forced to do in the first place.

Maybe it's complicated the way I put it. But reversal situations are always complicated. Read slowly and you will figure it out. (oh yeah, and I'm not talking about restaurants. Not exactly.)

Rant

I have signed my internship contract THREE. DARN. TIMES! And now I am supposed to fill in that Insavalor form three times as well?!!

I'll explain. I signed the contract the first time with the company I'm working for. Then, since I am actually working in an INSA lab most of the time, the company decided that it would be easier for them to pay INSA and let INSA pay me. Fine. So I signed a second contract. Then last Thursday I went to ask whether GE had received my contract from Insavalor, and they said no, they called up Insavalor and was told that my contract was never received over there. So I signed the contract a third time so that they could send it over again. And each time I sign the contract, there are 3 copies, making 9 signatures in all, as of now.

And that Insavalor form. I had already filled it out when we first found out that I had to sign the contract with INSA. It's just a form with administrative details. I had filled it in on my computer and sent it to my tutor through e-mail. I still have that file on my computer! Last Thursday when I signed my contract for the third time, I filled it out again, by hand this time. And I sent them my RIB (don't ask, I don't want to explain) as well. And now my tutor just sent me the form by e-mail, AGAIN, and asked me to fill it in for tomorrow. I wonder what Insavalor does with their documents...eat them?!!