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Thursday, August 03, 2006
If you ever have a chance to visit New York in the summer.......................DON'T!!!!! RUN...RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!! Trust me, I know. I live here now, remember? Temperatures have been soaring to about 40 deg C, and let me tell you how horrible that feels. And that, will be VERY, horrible. why would anyone wanna travel in sweat and grime? Imagine the vacation pictures....eewwDue to the crazy heatwave, power have also been cutting short. Queens was without power for like a week, can u imagine that? I believe a few people died from it. So, if I can recommend, its probably always the best to visit ANYWHERE in the Spring or the Fall. For the US, its probably the Fall. Winter is too cold on the East Coast and Midwest, and the Summer is unbearable. I dunno abt the west coast, but last I heard they weren't having a great time either.


And oh, my hotel only has 17 floors... and its great that its not so high, like some other hotels that sprout up to like 40 floors and even more. Why isit great? Well, for one... you will be thanking your gods that you ONLY have to walk up a max number of 17 flights of stairs when, for INSTANCE, the ELEVATORS BREAK DOWN. Uh huh, how do I know?


Ok, I need to release steam. wait. AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!. ok, done. And I shall continue.


the Murray Hill neighborhood also fell prey to the power shortages, and there was a slight blackout in the hotel last night. This morning, ALL 3 elevators weren't working. Uh huh, you heard me right.

Imagine being a guest, having paid for your room and expecting greatness... and then, BOOM! 'sorry mdm, the elevators are out, the stairs are on your right. call us when you get there so we know you've successfully scaled mt kimpton? and oh yes, just to let you know, if we don't get your call within 20minutes we'll probably call 911. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY' (first impression: GONE)

Imagine being a houseman (who brings linens and supplies to the ladies working on the floors), having to LUG towels and wadeva necessities up, and bringing the dirty linen down. Imagine doing that multiple times per day.

Imagine being a BELLBOY, who has to hurl suitcases up and down the stairs. OMG, I think they have it the worst.

By 10am, our shirts were wet, and we were panting like cows. And the day has just begun. how AWESOME!! They managed to find tshirts for all of us to change into, so the poor bellboy, whose shirt was dripping sweat could be more comfortable. Past the initial humor (of seeing people pretending to faint or pant really hard), I was so zoned out that I can't speak. I probably made 4 trips in total. The first time, I had to lug up a bag of towels and linen to the 16th floor, and I felt like Santa in August, and carrying a trashbag instead of a red, luxurious, velvety one containing toys.

And when we finally reached, we found out that the lady DIDN'T EVEN NEEDED LINEN?!?!??!?! She needed BEIGE sheets, and all she's got are white, and in desperate times like these, SHE STILL HAD THE CHEEK TO CALL FOR SHEETS. ARGHHHHHHHHHH, we just felt like POUNCING on her and wringing her neck. Whats more, WE BROUGHT UP MORE WHITE SHEETS, NOT BEIGE. oh gawd....kill me, please kill me?

After a short break, and we found energy to shift those already-jellified-legs of ours, we found a few people all gasping for air at the stairwells as well... the construction guys (who are helping us lug linen to the top floors), the engineer (who is old and has creaky knees), and 2 ladies who are gonna clean the top floor WHO STARTED THEIR CLIMB 10 MINUTES BEFORE US! (they said they had to 'sit down' halfway or else they wouldn't had made it. haha), and the roomservice guy waiting at the lobby level, handing out cold drinks to whoever's made it downstairs. Wait a minute...Doesn't this sound like a race, maybe a marathon? Well ok I haven't run a marathon before, but harlow I ran in the school's xcountry before, about the same la! When you finally trudge to the finishing line, get a drink, hand you a tshirt... we only lacked a towel and numbertag to complete the whole image.

And then after awhile, I went up to the 12th floor to help some super slow n sashay auntie, went back down, went back to the 11th floor to put something in the rooms, went down, and went BACK up to the 17th (!!!) to do the same. And on my final trip, I managed to drag 3 bags of dirty linen with me. Its equivalent to 3 suitcases. I nearly died cos the stairwells are so damn stuffy, but I survived by just like throwing them to the next landing after the next. haha. The DAMN elevators are not back in service yet, to hell with them. By 3pm, all I could hear were cries of
'LORD HELP MONICA/LUCI/MARIE'. wahahhahahahhaa


If it were the days when I had visited the gym frequently, and had been on the STAIRMASTER religiously, I wouldn't be panting so hard, and feeling so nua. ohhhh who am I kidding..muahhahaa! Anyway, I'm so tired now, but I need consolation. Everyone's like equally nua and have jiggly knees. And when I was walking back, I must have looked tired, cos this uncle on the streets commented 'you look so tired!' .wahhahahaha...

Yes, I am tired. But hey, its good exercise.
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