The heroes of the nightBefore we left the restaurant, we called TNB to ensure they had restored the power supply. After they reassured us that all was well, we went home happily for a jam/singing session followed by wine and chit-chat. Alas, after we arrived home for five minutes and when I was taking out my Bailey's Cream, whisky and red wine - poooff -darkness filled the air. After a few telephone calls and two more outages after they restored supply, we gave up hope and refused to allow the power failures to mar our mood. With a small torch shining down on my piano keys, I played the piano while my friend Marcel strummed his guitar in the darkness with much gusto. Together with my hubby, Philip and Elizabeth, we sang our hearts out in three-part harmony - hits from Simon & Garfunkel, Bee Gees, Cliff Richard, Richie Valens, and many other oldies. I am blessed to have old friends like them who, in the last 32 years, did not desert me during my moments of darkness - both literally and figuratively.
I cannot explain how distressed I have been with the gross inefficiency of TNB and am meeting the head on Tuesday morning together with some neighbours to ask them for a legitimate explanation as to why the 12 houses where I live have had the misfortune of living with such power outages!!! To explain what I went through and the many versions of explanations different personnel gave would probably need two blog posts and I will not bore you with such depressing details. Instead, enjoy the following joke sent to me by Angela which just about sums up the foibles of Malaysians!!
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A Malaysian dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes first to the German hell and asks: "What do they do here?".
He is told : "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day."
The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on.
He checks out the American, English, Singapore, French as well as the Russian hell and many more. He discovers that they are more or less the same as the German hell.
Then he comes to the Malaysian hell and finds that there is a very long line of people waiting to get in.
Amazed he asks "What do they do here?"
He is told "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Malaysian devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day."
"But that is exactly the same as all the other hells - why are there so many people waiting to get in? "
"Because maintenance is so bad that the electric chair does not work, someone has stolen all the nails from the bed, and the devil is a former Government servant, so he comes in, signs the register, then goes to the canteen for teh-tarik..."
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Village Boy Hi sis,
Candle-light dinners more romantic loh!