A new take on an old joke

eternal cleaning

There was a guy waiting in line at the Pearly Gates for his chance to enter heaven. The line was long and there was an offer to go for a tour of hell. Down in hell it was like one big party – beautiful people laughing, drinking, gambling. After returning from his tour he passed through the Pearly Gates but the quiet chanting and constant playing of the harps in heaven seemed incredibly dull compared to life in hell. The white clouds, wings and robes were beginning to get on his nerves. After a while he could stand it no longer and asked God for permission to transfer into hell permanently. Upon arrival into hell, he was immediately chained and thrown into a vat of boiling oil. He couldn’t understand what was happening. This was nothing like the hell he visited earlier. He called out to the Devil for an explanation. “Don’t  Read the rest of this entry »

The spaghetti and the straw

The common visual where the worlds of travel and romance overlap is that of a sunset, pop media would have us believe. Personally, I see it more as spaghetti up a straw.

When you enjoy exploring new countries and learning new languages, managing a cross-culture relationship could be likened to eating spaghetti with a straw. At first sight it looks like an easy match. None of this square peg-round hole business. Even a child could match the pairs: the hand fits in the glove, the foot in the sock and the spaghetti up the straw. But with a strand of pasta half-way up the channel and pesto clogging the airways, things appear a little more tricky.   Read the rest of this entry »

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