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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

All Quizzed Out

So, we came in third (well, joint third, actually, with two other teams). Not bad considering we were shorthanded (3 players only), slightly tipsy (had to be there early since seats are a premium on quiz nights) and we were third on 31 points, second was on 32 and first was on 36.

There was a new format also last night (instead of a flat $10 per team of 4, now we pay $5 per member - to discourage people from registering one team of 4 and then having the rest of the football team sit in and play as well), new Quizmaster, new rules (each team gets to choose a 'Joker' round for which they would score double for that round). And Pat turned off the wireless connection at the pub just for the night.

In the end, it came down to a tiebreaker among the third-placed teams for the prize and I lost to someone who managed to [puppy-dog-excitedly] blurt out the loathesome answer to "Who did Ruud van Nistelrooy almost cripple in Sunday's game?" before I did.

Ah well, there's always next month.

In the meantime, thoughts since the last update:

Maids, in front of previously mentioned training centre, standing in senang diri (stand at ease) position, in three rows, watching a demonstrating on how to clean glass windows. In public.

Again I ask, how much more demeaning can it get?


How heavy was my beer on Sunday? Girl behind the counter had to change hands four times during the pouring of Erdinger Dark.

And seriously, in the middle of a crowded eatery with hordes of people in the throes of a faux-Oktoberfest orgy* of food and drink is not the place for anyone to be checking the contents of a baby's diaper.

* What else should I call it if someone goes to the loo, stands at the urinal [next to me], lifts his shirt over sizable man-boobs and belts out several bars of something operatic while tinkling and vigorously rubbing his torso all over?


No food and drinks. No hazardous materals. No smoking.

But personal grooming (in the form of removing the hairs of his chinny-chin chin with a pair of tweezers) on MRT trains is allowed, apparently.


  • At 1:33 PM, October 27, 2004, Blogger Neil said…

    Yikes, gross and urgh - was he using tweezers or the two coins thing. Really - I don't get it - do these chaps really not uderstand that what they are doing is really, really gross?

  • At 5:40 PM, October 27, 2004, Blogger Terz said…

    Er, tweezers.

    And dropping the hairs onto the floor in front of him. Quite nonchalant about it too: he was doing it while talking to his wife on his right.

  • At 5:58 PM, October 27, 2004, Blogger Neil said…

    But you are aware of the two coins thing right? it is the grossest of the gross


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