Archive for the '1 (complete rubbish)' Category

Problem with outsourcing

Wednesday, September 6th, 2006

Outsourceing to india is great, most of the time, but at the monet I have two teams workign out their and due to a flood and a festival, They pretty much ground to a halt.

[16:21] nixies78: HI Sham
[16:22] Sham (Desktop Apps): i mean was busy talking with other customer
[16:22] nixies78: no problem
[16:22] Sham (Desktop […]

How cute is this!

Monday, September 4th, 2006

Okay I spotted this in the Gumtasic part on gumtree and though is was really really sweet and a little random:
Hi in a moment of randomness / madness I have decided to cook a lucky individual a Christmas eve dinner (I'm an ok cook). All you have to do is write back to me and […]

Impressed on your face

Wednesday, September 28th, 2005

Beholding the aging dear mystified me. I stared openly at the tender aging winkles of her chin and the way her body hunched,. Wrinkles on her face deepen. I resist the tempation to try and smooth then away . Then she starts to grin that amplifies her laughter lines in the area of her […]

The elderly

Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Watching the elderly ladie mystified me. I personally stared plainely at the soft aging lines of her chin also at her greying hair. Wrinkles on her forehead grew deeper. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Suddenly her whole face changes as begins to grin that accentuates the laugh lines about […]

Ancient Dear

Thursday, September 1st, 2005

Viewing the ancient dear amazed me. I gazed openly at the tender old winkles below her eyes an da the clumps of missign hair,. The wrinkles on her forehead intesified. I want to reach out to smooth them away . Then her face lights up as she smiles that magifies the laughter lines around […]

bedranglled angle

Monday, August 29th, 2005

Slumping on the lonely dank, drab plateform of Kings Cross station, deviding up a fag with her lover. This Sunday nighttime is scattered with drunken bums, and for once, we are not quite the drunkest; nor do we smell the worse. Late-night, parenoid tourists try and pertend we don’t exist —a couple smile. We are […]