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Bikram Yoga Workshop
11th and 12th April marked my VERY FIRST Bikram Yoga Workshop / Posture Clinic. Actually, I’ll just call it PC for short.
I’ve always wondered why they call it a Posture Clinic instead of a Posture Workshop. Clinic conjures up images of people in white with thermometers in the mouth waiting for a doctor to see to them. So I let my fingers do the typing and dictionary.com ‘d Clinic and got :
clin⋅ic
[klin-ik] Show IPA
1. | a place, as in connection with a medical school or a hospital, for the treatment of nonresident patients, sometimes at low cost or without charge. |
2. | a group of physicians, dentists, or the like, working in cooperation and sharing the same facilities. |
3. | a class or group convening for instruction or remedial work or for the diagnosis and treatment of specific problems: a reading clinic; a speech clinic; a summer baseball clinic for promising young players. |
4. | the instruction of medical students by examining or treating patients in their presence or by their examining or treating patients under supervision. |
5. | a class of students assembled for such instruction. |
6. | Sports Slang. a performance so thoroughly superior by a team or player as to be a virtual model or demonstration of excellence; rout or mismatch. |
7. | of a clinic; clinical. |
1620–30; 1885–90 for def. 1; < L clīnicus < Gk klīnikós pertaining to a (sick) bed, equiv. to kln(ē) bed + -ikos -ic
“Yellow, are you STUPID?”
It’s HERE! It’s FINALLY HERE! Yay for Yellow Cab Pizza, it’s finally here in Malaysia!
Had my first taste of this thin-crust-yummy delight in Boracay. Oh I absolutely LOVED IT! Yeah and maybe because I was ravenous that time. And they’ve opened a branch behind my gym! Oh so delicious treats right after a 90-minute session of Bikram Yoga. On another note, I burn around 600-900 calories per class, so this should be interesting to see if I gain any weight 😛
Since I don’t have the contact number for the Taipan outlet, I decided to call the KL outlet [after much googling involved]. And I must say, idiots run amok in Yellow Cab Pizza. Here goes my conversation :
M* : Hi, can what time is the last order for the Taipan branch?
Idiot #1 : Tai..pan… branch?
M* : Yes, Taipan branch.
Idiot #1 : Tai..pan… branch?
M* : YES, Tai. Pan. Branch.
Idiot #1 : Tai..pan… branch?
If you seriously haven’t lost your temper by now, I will buy you some Buffalo Wings.
M* : …. YES. WHAT. TIME. IS. THE. LAST. OR. DER. IN. THE. TAI. PAN. BRANCH.
Idiot #1 : Hang on lemme get my manager ahhh.
In the background I hear the words “Taipan. Branch. Time. Number”. Sigh.
Idiot #2 : Hello, yes?
M* : Hi, what’s the number for the Taipan branch? Because at this point of time, I am seriously sick and tired of talking to idiots in KL.
Idiot #2 : Oh, what’s up?
M* : I would like to know what time is the last order for the Taipan.
Idiot #2 : Why don’t you call that outlet, maam?
Deep breathe
M* : IF I HAD THE NUMBER WHY WOULD I BE CALLING THIS OUTLET TO ASK FOR IT OR ASK WHAT TIME THE LAST ORDER IS?!
*pause
Idiot #2 : Okay, sorry about that maam. But usually last order is at 11.45pm.
M* : … THANK YOU. *slam
Oh God the IDIOTS I have to face in KL. A colleague suggested I speak to them in Malay, since they’re Malay [or at least, sounded Malay].
Well I won’t, so fuck off. You know why? This is the service industry. Y’all who want to be in this industry need to speak ENGLISH, especially so as this is a PIZZA outlet not a nasi kandar outfit. PLUS, speaking Malay when they sound Malay? That’s discrimination as well!
That pizza I’m having tonight better be good. This will be a good meal before my detox on Saturday and Sunday.
M*
The Etymology of ‘Rempit’
An intensive and extensive study in a Malaysian Menace by Professor Junaidi b. Aminuddin
Handsome Scientist / Awesome Detailer / Badass Biker Extraordinaire
Since my poor Kangoo ain’t back from the hospital yet, I bitched to Junaidi the Hottie [or Jun for short] about my woes of being car-less and cursing the menace that is the Rempit [illegal bikers who rev and speed on the motorway].
Here begins the Convo. Please note that since I’ve set my gmail in Spanish [laugh all you want, Heathens], Yo = Me / I = Mei.