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The Cabbie Story

Monday, October 6th, 2003

Saturday Night. Well, lets see. The day went pretty well, all things considered, so at 1830 GMT +700. I walked out of the bank, and as I was going to cross the road to the taxi on the other side (Why did Nick cross the road, to get to the taxi) A taxi flashes his highlights to me, and asked me “tAXI?”. I think that was the only english word he knew. SO, I hopped in, flashed him the Hotel Card and said with the Upmost confidence “Thuy Kay”..Which the name of the street where I lived. SO he glanced at the card, repeated “Thuy Kay, Thuy Kay”. And we were off. Now, most of the ride was pretty quite, a few near misses accident wise. Like every other Taxi driver, he will honk and honk, wave in and out of traffic. At, then just when we were on the home strech, A cop was in the middle of the road. He pointed his batton to my cabbie, and signalled him to stop and park at the side of the road. At this point i was like “What?”. The policeman took his own sweet time to reach the cabbie, he then said some words, which I assume was “Licence and registration please! “. (Been watching too much COPS on TV). SO the cabbie gave the documents demanded, and then and arguement started. The cop said something which again assume was “Please step out of the car”. This is because he turned off the engine and got out of the car. The cop and cabbie, walked off somewhere and there I was . Sitting in a cab, about 2 KM away from the Hotel. I was thinking, should i just walk back? SHould I sit and wait. In what seemed like an eternity, which actually turned out to be 5 minutes later, the cabbie returned, started the engine and we continued the journey. Now the cabbie was mad. He kept talking to me in Vietnamese, trying to tell me what happend. Yet again I am assuming here, but through my Great powers of Observasion I assume he was telliing me the following

1) The Cop stopped him because he didn’t stop at the conner and look both ways before crossing.

2)He had bribed the COP VND 20,000 (RM 4.98, USD 1.31 ). This may not seem like much to you and me, but the Fare from the Bank to the Hotel was only VND 25,000.

3) This was not the first time this has happend to him, the cops do this every week.

4) Nick, You are the man. You the MAN! (Either that or Nick, You are tanned, You Tanned!!).

Anyhoo, thats was what happend.

Wide Eyed - Nichole Nordeman

Sunday, October 5th, 2003


When I met him on a sidewalk
He was preaching to a mailbox
Down on 16th Avenue
And he told me he was Jesus
Sent from Jupiter to free us
With a bottle of tequila and one shoe
He raged about repentance
He finished every sentence
With a promise that the end was close at hand
I didn’t even try to understand
He left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
So I turned and walked away
And laughed at what he had to say
Then casually dismissed him as a fraud
I forgot he was created in the image of my God

When I met her in a bookstore
She was browsing on the first floor
Through a yoga magazine
And she told me in her past life
She was some plantation slave’s wife
She had to figure out what that might mean
She believes the healing powers of her crystals
Can bring balance and new purpose to her life
Sounds nice
She left me wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
I was tongue tied, drawn by my conclusions
So I turned and walked away
And laughed at what she had to say
Then casually dismissed her as a fraud
I forgot she was created in the image of my God

Not so long ago, a man from Galilee
Fed thousands with His bread and His theology
And the truth He spoke
Quickly became the joke
Of educated, self-inflated Pharisees like me
And they were wide eyed in disbelief and disillusion
They were tongue tied, drawn by their conclusions
Would I have turned and walked away
And laughed at what He had to say
And casually dismissed Him as a fraud
Unaware that I was staring at the image of my God

Sun, Oct 05 2003

Sunday, October 5th, 2003

Ah…A brand new week. Yesterday for Lunch and Dinner i ordered pasta from that Pizza place i talked about. They really have good stuff. I think I have tasted every type of pasta they have to offer. The Pizza?, well, i have ordered 3 different types of personal pan pizza’s. You see they have a set meal which has the followiing

1) A personal Pan Pizza

2) A Pasta of your Choice

3) A can of Coke

4) Chef’s Salad.

So yes, its been nice. Tonight I think Im gonna order again the pizza.

There was nothing much on TV. I watched an episode of the Simpsons, A rerun of Star Trek : The next generation, Who’s Line Is It Anyways. Thats about it for TV shows.

More after lunch.

Sat, Oct 04 2003

Saturday, October 4th, 2003

Well, yesterdays Pizza was not bad. And the Spegetti rocked, so tonight i am gonna order a medium instead of a personal pan. Watched Harry Potter on HBO. SLept. Thats about it. At work now, in a day that seems to be getting from bad to worse. Anyhoo..

More tomorrow

SONG OF THE DAY

Friday, October 3rd, 2003


Lost The Plot - Newsboys

When you come back again
would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
but I just got comfortable here.
sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
I’m a little distracted.
What do you want?

Headaches and bad faith
are all that I’ve got.
First I misplaced the ending
then I lost the plot.

Out among the free-range sheep
while the big birds sharpen their claws.
For a time we stuck with the shepherd
but you wouldn’t play Santa Claus.

sigh.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little distracted.
What do you want?

Once we could follow,
now we cannot.
You would not fit our image,
so we lost the plot.

Once we could hear you,
now our senses are shot.
We’ve forgotten our first love.
We have lost the plot.

When I saw you for the first time
you were hanging with a thief
And I knew my hands were dirty,
and I dropped my gaze.
Then you said I was forgiven
and you welcomed me with laughter.
I was happy ever after.
I was counting the days
when you’d come back again.
we’ll be waiting for you
When you comin’ back again?
we’ll be ready for you
Maybe we’ll wake up when…
maybe we’ll wake up when
you come back again.

lies.
Let’s be blunt.
We’re a little unfaithful.
What do you want?

Are you still listening?
`Cause we’re obviously not
We’ve forgotten our first love
We have lost the plot.

And why are you still calling?
You forgave, we forgot.
We’re such experts at stalling
that we’ve lost the plot.
lost the plot

When you come back again
would you bring me something from the fridge?
Heard a rumour that the end is near
but I just got comfortable here.

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