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About Leave Dear all, rampant_mumblings will be on Sabbatical for the coming year (or rather next 10 months). Though I may check in here from time to time. In the meanwhile, Lumpy Takes France! will fill in as temp.. Till we meet again!! hpdeskjette stamped at 4:46 PM with love + + + About Loss I am watching far too many American serials. So today, I lost my wallet. You see, I was deep in thought as I got onto the bus and equally deep in thought when I got off, pondering seriously on important subjects such as Life and Philosophy. So in my absent-mindedness, I left my wallet on the bus. It was only when I'd got off the bus that I realised what I had done. By which time it was too late since the bus had driven away. Thus left poor and penniless, I had no choice but to resort to a desperate and dangerous option - I phoned Yap, who by the way does not know how to park, to ask for a lift to school!! Dum Dum Dum!! Fortunately, we both reached school safely. But I digress. We will get back to my lost wallet. After school, I tried my luck at the bus interchange. Alas! It was not meant to be! My wallet was not found, and so I had to make a police report. Now this is really the gist of my story. You see, the cutest police officer handled my police report. I'm not kidding. There I was reporting the loss of my wallet, my IC, my matriculation card, my condo passes and farecard and $150, and all I could think of was how cute the officer was. What is wrong with me?! But seriously. The officer was cute. Big, clear eyes. Squarish face shape. Such nice hair - the slightly gelled and ruffled, yet oh-so-neat look. Excellent build, a bit lean, but still remarkable. Oh and did I mention how amazingly good he looked when he furrowed his brow. I'm afraid I spent the whole session discretely checking him out. I'm also afraid he may have realised it too. Oh well. At least it shows that the Police Force trains its people well. But as I was saying, I am watching far too many American serials. I fear that I am beginning to show signs of serious frivolity. hpdeskjette stamped at 6:26 AM with love + + + I promised my Qing Jia to post, so here goes, albeit a little tardy: About Waxing and so on Dear friends, I have a sad piece of news to announce. It is a piece of sorrow that I must relate, but what must be done, must be, and so I shall proceed. Dear friends and loved ones, I am sorry to say but it appears to be that I am getting fat. You see, my face is getting round. Round round as in really round. You know how the moon waxes and wanes? Well my face is exactly like that except that it doesn’t do any waning. It just waxes and waxes and waxes. I looked at myself in the mirror just now. Oh horrors… my face is a perfect sphere. I look like a pearl. And it doesn’t help that I am white. This has not been a good day. I think I may really need to lose weight. I am not happy. *** So below is a conversation between my mother and father that day, after my father brought back various animal-shaped cake-cookies (some pigs, some Merlions and some fish) from a random shop. Mother: [scolding tone] Why didn’t you buy the pig-shaped cookies? Father: They’re all the same. Mother: [purses her lips] Nonsense. The pigs are softer and less sweet and more fluffy? I told you to buy the pigs. Listen to your daughter for what? The fishes are harder and more like cookies in texture. The pigs taste more like kueh. Father: I asked the man at the store, he said they were all made from the same ingredients. Mother: No lah!!! [voice rising] What rubbish. They taste different. And how come you got Merlions? Merlions are smaller than the fish. Father: Is it?! [looks and compares the Merlion to the fish and looks defeated]. Yeah hor… $*&% lah. Aiyah I didn’t check they all look the same. Then what you want me to do? Check them one by one ah? And anyway the man said they’re all made of the same ingredients. Mother: Rubbish!!! [in a very derisive tone] Obviously the man will say that… anyway do you think he really knows what they’re made of? Father: But the man said… Mother: [ripping open one pig and one Merlion, and viciously biting into one then the other] you try it yourself. They obviously taste different. Father: [who was eyeing the pigs and fishes and Merlions greedily anyway, tries both, chews and pauses to think] Yeah hor. But the man at the shop said… Mother: You listen to that man for what?! Anyway when you next go there just go and buy the pigs. Father: [just continues eating] So, I bring you this conversation to put forth three points:
And, since I have character traits of both my father and my mother, I can reasonably conclude that I was NOT picked up from the dustbin as they so claim. hpdeskjette stamped at 9:08 AM with love + + + About Today's Lecturer I could not concentrate during our lecture today. You see, the lecturer, who was smartly dressed in a long-sleeved office shirt and tie distracted me. His shirt was too small. The neck and shoulder area was too tight. The man needs a larger shirt size, at least for the collar area. And his tie was too long. As my friends and anyone who has seen my dressing know, I am not one for fashion. Arguably, I do not have any sense of fashion. But trust me on this. I, as a habit, love men in long-sleeved, stiffly-starched, collared shirts and ties (don't get me started on those who loosen their ties and unbutton their collars...) and so I make it a point to know what makes a guy look good in them and what a guy should wear to look good. And believe me, when I do my work, I do it properly and thoroughly. The lecturer really needs a larger shirt and shorter tie. Oh how I was itching to adjust his tie and get that man a new shirt! I think need counselling. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:59 AM with love + + + About Me Some of us are destined to do great things in our lifetimes. Not me though, I'm afraid. If I tried, perhaps I could achieve; but it has recently come to my attention that I was not designed to do great things; but am merely destined for a life of quiet, simple and elegant domesticity. It struck me that morning while I was busily preparing for the National Day Mahjong Party. That was the last party of the season, so naturally I had to do a good job. Hence preparations began three days before. I sent out invitations, planned food lists and thoughtfully inquired after my guests and their preferences, then labouriously toiled to buy party refreshments, with a little aid from my father and his trusty car. Then dawned the morning of the Last-Party-of-the-Season, and early I awoke to buy my guests cooked lunchs as they desired. It was hard work, but I was conscious of a great enjoyment in my doing of it. There is just something so fulfilling in the knowledge that, though you may be doing something so simple and humble as common marketing, you will bring pleasure to those for whom you shop. Since it was National Day, I decided that I should have a nice centerpiece of orchids and so off I went to the florist's. It was there that it struck me. As I discussed with the florist the relative merits of various combinations of flowers, I realised that there was nothing else I wanted to do more than spend the rest of my life preparing for parties and picking out centerpieces for the table. I realised that I do not care for power or prestige, except with regards to my husband. What I want is a quiet life. A life of beautifying my surroundings and bringing pleasure to those I care about. A life concerned, not with harshness and bustle of the real world, but with making a happy home that my husband and children would be glad to have to return to each day and a home where my friends would always be welcome and always be happy. It is not a noble ambition, this castle in the air, and in dreaming it I stand to throw away my last 10 years of education as well as go against everything generations of feminists have fought for. That is true, but as I've already said: Some of us are destined to do great things with our lives. Not me though, I'm afraid. I look forward to my life of quiet, simple and elegant domesticity. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:55 AM with love + + + About Illness I have realised that as you grow older, illness hits you harder. Have been down with a cold for the past 6 days. This has not been a pleasant experience. I think it was the dinner on Monday with Ali and Qing Jia that did me in: Milo Dinosaur, Sambal Stingray, Indian Rojak, Indian Mee Goreng and Chocolate Ice Cream Prata. Not the healthiest choice for dinner. So I've finally decided to blog cause I can't do anything else. Reading makes me giddy and watching television gives me a headache; I feel ill all day so forget about shopping. The constant nose-blowing does not help either. I rue to think the torture my delicate nose is going under. It's all red and sore. I hope this will not be permanent. Coughing isn't the nicest experience but I've always thought that being ill with the cough is highly romantic; it's like consumption in books and various movies. Nevertheless, I find that illness is an excellent way to lose weight. For one you haven't much appetite and if you do eat you basically sustain yourself on things like porridge and vegetables. Very little oil and meat. I swear, illness is more effective than all the wretched jogging I've been doing. Although I think illness would help more if I stopped taking Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Brownie Fudge... but then that's about the only thing which is easy to prepare and non-greasy about in the house. About Hong Kong So recently I went to Hong Kong. Sodding fun place. Shopped non-stop and bought many things and was very happy. Excellent trip that one, really must go back one day. But then I also had excellent company; I did my best to amuse myself. Anyways, rather than write you all an account I'll show you all pictures instead. If you visit Ali's or Qing Jia's blog, you'll find nice posts, complete with pictures, on our vacation. Wei Zhi was also there, only she doesn't have a blog but interested people can message me for her number and I'm sure she'll give you all a specific run down. About Mahjong Many fun mahjong parties recently as well. Two of them in fact, the first one hosted by me and the second one by Qing Jia. Once again, all those interested please visit Ali's or Qing Jia's blog, and look through the June Archives. The first party was themed "Dumpling Day" and we all had to dress up like dumplings - I was best-dressed but couldn't win cause no good hostess wins her own prize so Wei Zhi won instead. The second was themed "Hawaiian Day", hosted by Qing Jia, and we had to dress to a Hawaiian theme. Once again I was best-dressed but success breeds envy and the other three plotted to have usurp me from my rightful throne so Ali won instead. So nasty those people. My costume represented the Sun, Sand and Sea and my sandals even had the word "Hawaii" on them so I rightfully should have won since I had both the costume and symbolism! Plus my Hawaiian dance (oooh it was GOOD!!) was the best out of all the contestants. Once again... Success breeds Envy!!! About Penang Oh oh these hols have been an excellent hols. Went to Penang as well. Charming, rustic city!! Bought 15 DVDs at amazingly low prizes!! Should have bought more. Must go back some day. Took plenty of photos, but no blog to link to. Hmm. Well, if you're really interested, you can all ask me to show you the pictures. Must go back someday too. I love shopping! Ok, au revoir for now - till we meet again! hpdeskjette stamped at 2:04 AM with love + + + About Clubbing As my nearest and dearest, as well as anyone who will listen, know, my life plan is 1. to marry a doctor 2. and live happily every after. The question then of course, is what sort of doctor I would like to ensnare. Well, thus far, I’ve settled on: a. successful and b. charming. And now, having celebrated Ali’s Grand 20th Birthday at the Grand Copthorne cum Zouk, I have decided to add a new and very important criterion to my list. c. does not club Having (finally) been to a club, I think myself very qualified to comment about the clubbing lifestyle. So… I think people who club are ABSOLUTE IDIOTS. Oh honestly how dumb can anyone get!! Firstly, Second-hand smoke, second-hand smoke… oh my sodding goodness that place is FILLED with second-hand smoke… That stuff kills you know!!! Of course, I care because like any dutiful wife, I should care about my husband’s health and general well-being and also because, like any practical wife, I have to be practical. Doctors, as a wise boy who happens to be in Med School once told me, are worth more alive than dead. Furthermore… ANY DOCTOR WHO KNOWS ABOUT SECOND-HAND SMOKE AND STILL CLUBS IS DUMB SO I’M NOT GOING TO MARRY AN IDIOT… AND IF HE DOESN’T KNOW ABOUT SECOND-HAND SMOKE HE IS A BLOOMING IDIOT WHO OUGHT TO BE DEAD AND I’M NOT MARRYING A DEAD MAN. So there. Secondly, People go to clubs to grope or be groped. Thus, promiscuous people club. Hence, no husband of mine should club… a man who clubs gropes and is promiscuous and so is likely to cheat with the nurse. For the reasons above I can never marry any guy who clubs. Indeed, I realise that I have been making sweeping generalisations about clubbers but quite frankly, given that I think clubbers are idiots anyway, who cares what you think. So boo hoo. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:06 AM with love + + + About Renewal Dear Friends, I have been reformed! Today, is the beginning of a whole new life for me. Today, commences a new era of living! Today, will always be remembered. You see my friends: Today, I went jogging. Indeed, as most of you know, I am not fond of exercise. Possibly, I never will be. But that is not the point. The point is that there comes a point in life, where you realise you can no longer remain slothy, as endearing as that animal may be. There will be a day, when you awake to the fact that this cannot continue! Unwilling as I may be, I must do the detested. I must exercise. One cannot escape from the inevitable, and the wisest course to take when the inevitable faces you is to surrender. There were signs my friends, which pointed me to this desperate, if healthy, path. For one, EVERYONE around me was exercising. Vans, Dawn-ie, Clare, Shu, Yap... even my father(who by the way has not exercised since he left NS and that I tell you was very, very loooooonngg ago) begun!! For two and most importantly, the red pointer on my weighing scale crossed a certain limit and when certain limits are crossed, what must be done to protect person, self, general longevity and attractiveness, must be done. And so I did what Duty bade. But that is not all I am going to do, dear friends. Apart from exercising, I shall diet, and diet properly. Indeed, I once famously said that it was the thought of dieting that counted. I stand by my words, except now I realise that thoughts not put into action are pointless. Thus, my friends, from this day forth, I shall watch what I eat. No more sweets, snacks and tasty things. Only bland but healthy and nutritious and STARCHLESS foods will enter my dainty mouth, and I shall eat only in moderation. Dear friends, whenever we go out, pray, remind me of my resolutions and lead me away from temptation. Remind me, dear friends, that somethings are worth the effort, and if the ultimate reward of ensnaring a doctor is not worth the effort, what will be? hpdeskjette stamped at 7:25 AM with love + + + About Realisations I had decided my father didn't love me. You see, I had explicitly booked my father to drive me to buy my mooting suit on Friday, following which I would allow him to buy me dinner (since he's been constantly trying to bring me out for dinner... the old man does love my company... aww.). But earlier tonight, he had said he might be unable to drive me around for both since he figured that I would probably take so long to find my suit that there wouldn't be any time left for a nice, leisurely meal. And my mother suggested that she and I should go by ourselves to get my suit first. Naturally, I sulked. I hate shopping with my mother. She always says I'm too fat for everything and anyway she's always bad-tempered whenever I shop for clothes (you see why I have no dress sense... my mother prevents me from EVER finding fun shopping). Plus I didn't care for the long, endless bus-trip to town (since my mother refuses to take the cab... long story involving a feud between her and my aunt...). Long bus-trips make me feel sick, they give me awful headaches. So I scribbled the words "NASTY!!!" and "Boo hoo hoo" on the paper I happened to be scribbling on, gave sound to an indignant "HMPH!!", then stalked away. Then I changed my MSN nick to "My father does not love me at all" and added to it a crying smilie (ooh... an oxymoron). My true friends saw my nick and then came to comfort me, and they allowed me to moan and recount my sorry tale of failed kinship. Then my father came into the room and offered to take the afternoon off, if he wasn't too busy. So I coolly replied "OK". So I guess he is quite fond of me after all. Vans has chided me for being spoilt, expressed sympathy for my father, and reprimanded me for accusing that sweet, kind man. Well I guess it was bad of me to accuse him so unjustly. But then, you see, I had to accuse him to make him feel guilty so that he would offer to drive me and then redeem himself from being a nasty father. So I guess that the moral of this story is that we have to be cruel to be kind. P.S. Vans expressed pity for my future husband. Personally, I'm a bit sorry for him too but I guess it will be alright since he'll have me after all. Life has its funny way of compensating you for its bad bits with plenty of good. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:16 AM with love + + + About Badness So, I was innocently sitting in Church that day, when suddenly there appeared the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man. He was tall, was the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man, with brown hair that was pleasantly disorderly, a rosy complexion and the twinkliest and nicest-est eyes I’d seen. Now this was not the first time I had met him and quite frankly, every single time I’d seen him again I couldn’t help but comment to myself that he was really one of the more delectable specimens of the male gender we have around. But mind you I was in Church, and obviously when one is in Church, one does not ponder about how particularly charming that guy-with-the-endearingly-messy-hair-who-is-sitting-in-front-of-you looks today. That is a matter for Tutorials and Lectures (dear Sleepy!). So I piously turned my mind to nobler and purer thoughts. Then X, who sitting beside me, had to suddenly burst out and comment that she found him tantalizingly good-looking. Well, obviously, when one has tried her best to be good and one still faces such blatant temptation, one has no choice but to succumb, so we merrily gabbled about the allure of the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man’s delightful rosy sheen and his general, impeccable Good-Lookingness. Hence continued this inviting discourse when suddenly, out of the blue, received I, a Most Shocking Piece of News! There was, on-going as we happily chatted, a presentation about a mission trip, and it seemed that the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man had gone on it too. Naturally, we looked up when the slides came to the images of the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man. To my utmost horror, there was I looking at his picture in fond adoration, when I heard, or thought I’d misheard, that that was a picture of Pastor So-and-So preaching. Horrors!!! The Exceedingly Good-Looking Man was a pastor!! So there we had been, we two, nattering all the while in cheery merriment about… a… pastor!! Oh what chilling debauchery! The wickedness that was we! I am truly ashamed, my friends, but I regret to have to admit, only vaguely penitent. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:58 AM with love + + + About Parting (again!) My cousins came to visit today. I like my relatives, they just called and said they were coming... and so they did. Thank goodness I had notice to pack up my room... and the Alicia shrine! Well anyway, the crux of the post is that I had to give some of my books away, cause my little cousin looked at them with such pleading in her eye (that one will grow up to be like me!)... I really didn't mind giving them away. I love Enid Blyton and I always will, but really and truly I have outgrown her Greedy Rabbit series of stories, so they really might as well go to someone who will treasure them like I once did. But when my little cousin took away The Very Peculiar Cow, I couldn't help but feel a sting. Awww... I love that book!! And it had such a pretty, old-fashioned cover! It really is one of my favourites... the rest didn't matter so much but... my Very Peculiar Cow!! *whimpers* I miss it already... My little cousin has wretched away such a nice chapter (well, mini-chapter at very least) of my childhood... *longing sigh* Oh well, at least her eyes didn't fall on my Chalets... nor The Little Toy Engine or The Fairies' Shoemaker (my Very First Enid Blyton! Bought when I was 5!!)... But still she has wretched such a nice chapter away! And I did so love that particular mini-chapter of Yesterday! (And no, I am not weird!! You all just lack sentimentality! If you only had a heart!!) hpdeskjette stamped at 1:58 AM with love + + + About Parting Just to say: Farewell my beloved!! Take care! and Have Fun!! (as if you won't!) Remember the List!! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:39 AM with love + + + About Another Dinner I thought the Ungallant One was bad. Turns out that there is worse! Dinner with the Wayward One today. Really, really, REALLY!!! Boys are really not what they used to be! See now, the Ungallant One did not call at my place... but at least he invited me to his bus-stop that he may escort me all the lonely journey to dinner. The Wayward One, now, was amazing. He merely asked me to turn up at the restaurant, nevermind that he lives as close to me as does the Ungallant One, and it really is no inconvenience to ask me to his bus-stop. What if there had been bandits, or even worse, bores on the bus!!?!? And it did not end here. The Wayward One compounded his sins by arriving late. Granted, I myself was not on time, and in fact, was later than he, but that has never been the point. It has never been that, as long as the guy arrives before the girl it is alright that he is late. Every guy should anticipate that the girl will be late, in fact, he should take it for granted. But that doesn't mean he may be late himself. He should always be on time, even early if possible, and then wait patiently however late the girl may be. It is only common courtesy for men to be punctual. Punctuality in women only shows 1) a shameless lack of modesty and 2) a deplorable lack of respect for your dining partner, for it implies that he was not important enough for to turn out your wardrobe, and dress and redress till you found the perfect outfit. And not only was he late. He had the cheek to first enter into the restaurant and get a table, even if at my request. A gentleman does not do a thing like that. A gentleman should know that a girl mostly never mean what she says, even if she says it sincerely. When I say "go get a table first", I really mean "stay outside the restaurant so I can easily spot you and not have to wander around like some lonely fool until I catch sight of you". And anyway, waiting was never meant to be a restful task. You ought to have been on your feet and pacing about, not lazily sitting in a cosy restaurant!!! Dinner passed successfully enough, as I once again ordered my Mexican Beef Stew while the Wayward One, stirred by the Ungallant One's experience, stuck to the non-spicy. UNTIL the bill arrived. Where the Ungallant One gamely offered to pay, the Wayward One failed even that. He had the cheek comment he had brought no cash. And even greater cheek to show me his wallet which really had no cash! Oh honestly! Suddenly one does think spinsterhood a great attraction! Fortunately, my astute eyes caught the glimpse of a secret compartment and I speedily routed out two debit card, and the Wayward One grudgingly had to sign. Then we went for ice cream. And he had the even greater cheek to announce (not even suggest or hint!!) that I would pay. Well what could I do? Clearly, the unchivalrous Wayward One did not deserve an ice cream treat after so having misbehaved. But equally clearly, decorum required that I, the ever-polite guest, abided his wishes. And so I dutifully payed, a martyr in my effort. The Wayward One had not even the grace to blush. So we made our way home. The Wayward One grudgingly asked if he were supposed to wait till my bus arrived. What a question!! Of course he should, though I composedly replied somewhat along the lines that it was really up to him. My bus arrived. The Wayward One waved goodbye!! It wasn't as if the bus went another way... in fact the bus went the same way as his usual bus, merely stopping a little before his usual stop. NEVERTHELESS, he had narry the decency to escort me home... nor suggest that he sent me even partly home!!! Unbelievable!! How could I ever have thought the Ungallant One ungentlemanly!??! How could I ever have wronged that sweet, chivalrous soul! Oh how the great have erred so wrongly!! And this I do swear: the next guy I go for dinner with, drives! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:58 AM with love + + + About New Year's Eve Ali's New Year's Eve Party on Friday. You were supposed to bring your own alcohol and guests. Alicia's brother now, brought 12 guests... who happened to be his fellow OCS officers. Ali reserved the two best-looking, one for her and one for me. And it turned out that the one reserved for me really wasn't bad-looking! He was roguishly delightful!! Alas he was drunk. Nothing disenchants as much as a guy who has no self-control. Any guy I date must be able to hold his liquor, or at least stop before it becomes clear that he cannot hold his liquor! That aside, it was a very exciting night. I have never seen so many drunk people in my life!! Innocent people were dunked into the penthouse pond. Tipsy boys began provoking fights. Drunk officers commenced removing their shirts to intimidate with rippling muscles (this I did not see, but liberally quote from Qing Jia). Girls over-drank and reached a state of "high". One told a story: "Once upon a time, there lived a witch named A...". Another started blabbering nonsense. People had to be brought down to the condo ground floor to be sent home in cabs... with some drunken idiots escaping back up to the penthouse... I was thrust with an old friend, who was "high". And high she was indeed. "Zihua... I want to go home... send me home...", she said "No, you're drunk", I firmly replied. "No, no, I'm sober... I can climb over the gate", she replied, in the high-pitched, unnatural voice of someone clearly not sober and made drunken hand actions. "No, you're staying over", I re-stated. ... so this conversation went on... There was a lull, though this other drunken guy went on like a broken record, in a drunken monotone: Track 1: We must help Alex... we must help Alex Track 2: Is Alex pissed? Is Alex pissed? Track 3: My toe f***ing hurts... My toe f***ing hurts Track 4: We must help Alex... we must held Alex Then my friend puked. Track 1, 2, 3 and 4 played again. Drunk people began wandering up again. I momentarily lost my concentration. My friend ran away. I found her. The few of us left cleaned up a little more, then went to Ali's place to sleep. Alas I didn't sleep well. Someone beside me snored. And snored. AND SNORED!!! I pinched her nose a little. No use, but then she turned the other way to sleeps. And the snores became less audible. So I drifted off to bed... Happy New Year!! (albeit a little lately...) hpdeskjette stamped at 6:41 AM with love + + + About Christmas! Merry Christmas to all!! May our Lord keep and bless you all this happy day! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:50 AM with love + + + About Infidelity I have decided. I don't want a pilot. Nor a neurosurgeon. Nor an ambassador. I want a barrister. From Cambridge. Truth to speak, I just want to be Mrs Colin Firth! But ARGH!! The man's already married. I am most displeased. hpdeskjette stamped at 6:55 PM with love + + + About Updates Alright. An update! I broke my tooth yesterday. Accidentally bit into a bone. My poor nerve was exposed! It hurt to chew. *sniff* Went to the dentist today. Nice chap. Good bedside manner. Friendly. White Coat... but I digress. Anyway I think Yew Jia should learn from him. He was very well-informed. I had a new, temporary crown fixed! How regal! Turns out I have fluorisis as well, which is having too much fluoride. Hence my teeth, are, as the man put it 'blotchy and white and yellow'. No fear though, it's harmless... just aesthetically not that pleasing. But who cares about teeth when you have looks!! And yes... we should not bite ice as a habit!! Met Ali and Wei Wei and Qing Jia after... all I have to say is....... heh... better not. Anyway, the four of us have decided to set each other up on blind dates! How exciting! The only thing is I rather have to provide 3 guys... Wei Wei or Qing Jia providing the 4th, a doctor, as I specified... The problem is Wei Wei and Qing Jia only know Chinese High doctors... What!?!!? Am I the only one who knows boys of quality?! It seems so. Oh well! One must always keep in touch with the common masses! Plus it is always useful to know a potential future client! Lastly, TWO certain people _STILL_ owe me dinner. Really! I don't want to name names but I think the Ungallant One and the Wayward One are really the limit!! P.S. Erm... the two of you have rather also been requested as blind dates... Don't worry... I only mingle with people of quality! hpdeskjette stamped at 6:32 AM with love + + + About What I Would Be I disclaim all originality for this. This was stolen off the blog of someone I know. So here goes: If I were a month, I would be September... or February simply because I like them If I were a day of the week, I would be Tuesday since there is just something about the way it sounds If I were a time of day, I would be Late Morning, since Night depresses me and Early Morning is dark If I were a planet, I would be Jupiter, since I'd be cheerful If I were a sea animal, I would be a Dolphin - aren't they cute! If I were a sin, I would be Pride... most of you would agree If I were a direction, I would be Right - there's simply no other way to vote! If I were a liquid, I would be Apple Cider, or Merlot or White Grape Juice - something nice, light and fruity If I were a tree, I would be a Birch but then I only say that cause my name (well partly!) means Birch but I really want to be... a Crab Apple Tree - doesn't that sound nice! Or a Wild Cherry Tree - how pretty! If I were a bird, I would be a Red-Breasted Robin - how adorable! If I were a tool, I would be... I would never be a tool! If I were a cake, I would be a Fluffy Cupcake with Strawberry Icing and Silver Balls! If I were a flower, I would be a Pink Plum Blossom... or a Stately Blue Iris If I were a kind of weather, I would be a Fine Spring Morning, with just a touch of breeze If I were a musical instrument, I would be a Nice Wooden Piano (not the awful Grand piano variety) If I were an animal, I would be a Ginger Tabby If I were a colour, I would be a Deeper Shade of Pastel Blue If I were an emotion, I would be Amusement If I were a vegetable, I would be a Leek - fresh, green and springy! If I were a song, I would be a Hymn (the cheerful sort) If I were a book, I would be a School Story... and hard-covered with a lovely dustwrapper If I were a place, I would be Tomorrow If I were a thing... but then I am not the kind to be a thing... If I were a taste, I would be Lingering, Wistful yet Refreshing - Simply Unforgettable! If I were a scent, I would be a Gentle Rose If I were a word, I would be Succinct If I were a body part, I would be the Teeth If I were a facial expression, I would be the Grin If I were a subject in school, I would be English History, Victorian Era If I were a cartoon character, I would be Hugs... and a bit of Tugs If I were a shape, I would be a Star! (But what else?) If I were a number, I would be Two... I do love the look of "Two"! hpdeskjette stamped at 8:34 AM with love + + + About Pleasant Reunions Shopping on Monday with Qing Jia and Wei Wei. It's been a while since they've seen me. Poor dears! They have grown plump pining away for my presence. Anyway, I have decided that I am very fond of pink. Apparently it becomes me. Qing Jia positively beamed when she first saw me and I swear... her eyes sparkled at the soothing sight of me in rose, and then she swooned as she gleefully commented that didn't I look 'pretty in pink'... Aww... that kid does adore me!! So must Wei Wei I think... since both she and Qing Jia 'coincidentally' just 'happened' to wear pink tops and similarly-shaded bottoms as those I wore, even though I never mentioned my attire to them... It is quite clear that they must have stalked me and pretended to have 'happened' to wear the same clothes as I did, in their bid to make me think that there is affinity between us - but there! I must pretend I never knew that so as not to hurt their fragile feelings - of course we wore the same attire because of Fate. I do not for one moment believe/know you two stalked me in an attempt to make me feel we're linked by Providence. Really. I don't. *** Tea on Tuesday with Boonie and Yap. Yap is not important and this post is just to say that I LOVE BOONIE, simply because I love her, simply because she is such a wonderful, kind, sweet and generous person who has such good taste in the organisers that she gives to people and because I love her! *hugs Boonie* Awww... *** Then I had dinner with the Class, or rather, what of the Class that was not stuck in NS or abroad, i.e. the Tubs, Daryl, Jervis, Rence and XM. And dear, sweet Rence treated us to dinner. The dear boy had put in so much thought in thinking up the menu!! He especially ordered 10 or more dishes of the same kind by arbitrarily writing numbers into order form, so the result was a delightful Pork Feast - we had Minced Pork presented in a hundred different ways. In BIG baos and tiny baos and fried paos and steamed paos. As Xiao Long Baos and Dumplings in Soup and un-Souped with Chilli or with Chives!! Heh. But nevertheless it's the thought that counts and it was very nice of Rence to allow himself to be bullied by XM into treating us to the meal! Then the eight of us squeezed into Jervis' car to get to Jervis' house, all the while trying to make ourselves look less conspicuous by pretending be three extra-tall people rather than three people sitting on three and narrowly escaped being killed by a falling Christmas Tree! It was really quite a comfortable ride despite the squeeze, but than I had Debra on my lap... Poor Daryl had XM on his but then I'm quite sure they both enjoyed it so I guess it was all for the better! And oh it was so good to talk to the boys again! One does miss mindless chatter! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:42 AM with love + + + About Etiquette Thought I'd share these with you all... These were 'Etiquette Notes' issued to students in an English Girls' Boarding School in the early 1900s... I'm surprised Nanyang never gave us any: 1. When opening or closing a door the handle should be completely but quietly turned and the door closed without the least rattle. 2. The handkerchief should be used as noiselessly as possible and never examined after use. 3. In public baths; in dormitories; in bedrooms; or on any occasion in which necessity obliges young persons to make their toilet in the presence of others, they should see that perfect propriety characterises their behaviour. ‘Let your modesty be know to all.’ 4. The lips should be closed while eating. Neither should you speak, until you can do so with perfect ease. If addressed while eating, sufficient time should be taken to quietly dispose of your food before replying. 5. Do not blow on soup and tea in order to cool it. 6. Insolent, haughty and bold expressions indicate a proud and overbearing nature. 7. When passing mistresses or visitor, a slight inclination of the head should be made. The bow should be a graceful bend or an inclination of the head, not a hasty movement or a stiff jerk. ‘Good Morning’ or ‘Good Afternoon’ should be said. 8. Umbrellas are left in the Hall when making a visit. 9. Never throw articles out of a window. 10. Don’t take any tool to cheese straws – pick up in fingers of right hand. 11. A young lady should never wear black patent leather shoes. They reflect one’s undergarments. 12. When a young lady has occasion to find herself alone in a room, she should be sure always to have a duster with her. Then, if a young man enters, she can be busily engaged and move quickly around the room, thus avoiding any close encounters which would not be seemly. 13. Should a young lady go to a party or ball, she should always have about her person a telephone directory or other large book. Then, if a lift home in a car or carriage was proffered and it became necessary for the young lady to sit on the young gentleman’s knee, because of crowding, then the book should first be placed on the gentleman’s knee, before seating herself, thus avoiding any embarrassment to either. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:49 AM with love + + + |