Up the mountain, Car, Sex and Happy Tree Friends

The most disturbing thing I've witnessed in awhile. Should have taken a photo.

Adultery, Honour and the Wambles

Wamble:

1. To move in a weaving, wobbling, or rolling manner.
2. To turn or roll. Used of the stomach. Nausea. Or, my favourite:
   
3. Rumbly Tummy.
   

Bond, Four Years and a Fifth Wheel

Remember when you first started blogging? You'd blog everyday and write about everything. And now you don't. Same thing here. Now I only have time to blog about a third of my post titles.

Casino Royale: Watchable, but needed to be 10% grittier and 10% shorter.

The Racial Stereotyper in U

I went to the House of Pasta and Noodle (Eikestad Mall, Stellenbosch) for supper last night. It's a pretty cool place and I really enjoy the food there. I was there with a white friend. The only staff member on duty then was a Chinese guy from Shanghai (if I remember correctly). He was running both the kitchen and the till. The kitchen has an open plan and the entire front shop can be viewed from there.

Then in walk two other potential customers. They looked at the menu and made there decision. But nobody was around to take their order; Shanghai was busy in the kitchen with white guy and my orders. So new customers automatically assume that I work there and that they can place their order with me - because I'm Chinese. Wow. I don't think I give off 'I'll be your waiter' vibes. Insensitive much?