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About a Birthday Surprise Friday was Alicia's birthday, and I am very pleased to announce that we held a surprise celebration for her which was masterminded and planned to the tiniest detail by Alicia herself. Thankfully, the day went mostly as planned, apart from the slightest hitch that Alicia arrived an hour-and-a-half later than she was supposed to. We were expecting her to be two hours later. Oh well, you can't have everything as you want it. And anyway after that we went shopping, shopping and shopping, which was a very painful experience cause I had got these new heels which cut so when you walked in them since Alicia had pronounced an edict that we all had to be suitably dressed in honour of her 17th Birthday (long story, will tell you if you remember or want to ask me) which meant that we couldn't wear black or bermudas and polo shirts and sandles. For dinner, it was Fish and Co. in the Glass House and getting there, we nearly lost our way cause Weizhi the idiot refused to insist strongly enough that the direction she thought was correct, was the accurate way to go and instead, allowed Alicia, my Qing Jia and I to lead the way. Consequently, we lost our way and had to walk an extra mile before we reached dinner. I hope Weizhi feels repentant. Dinner was excellent, apart from the fact that the other three refused to order their own meal and wanted to share. What fools! I hate people who want to share dinner. For crying out loud, just order what you want and eat it! Sharing is such a big pile of porridge waste of time. You dither and dawdle over what to eat and then when you eat it becomes so messy cause you have to make sure each shareholder gets a fair share and you never get enough of what you want. Bleargh. To return to the main topic, I must say that Fish and Co. is the most tophole place you can ever think of to hold a birthday celebration dinner!! The food is good and the birthday boy/girl gets a free chocolate cake with ice-cream and a sparkler to hold!!! I vote Fish and Co. to be the next place to hold any Birthday celebration meal!! And after that we watched Shrek 2, which was a smashing film, more so cause Alicia's father (what a nice man!) treated, right down to its surprise ending after the credits! I think everyone should watch Shrek. And then, it was the EVENT!! All-night mahjong till 530 in the morning!! For some reason, everyone else especially Alicia kept winning even though I'm the mahjong expert among them all. I think people who win small ought to be smacked. Oh and Alicia's Grandmother has the prettiest tiles!! Oh-so-delicately-carved by this Hong Kong master!! I absolutely love them. One day, one day... I shall get myself a set exactly like that. Ok that's all for now. I think that was a badly written post with no flow to the words but nontheless I have long-at-last posted. I think there should be a law petitioning responsible blogging. I think people who abandon their blogs are as cruel as people who abandon their own children, even more so cause you're abandoning something which fully comes from you while your children are only half yours unless they're cloned. I look forward to a more responsible blogging society in the years to come. hpdeskjette stamped at 2:07 AM with love + + + About Newsweek I swear, Newsweek stinks. I am serious, really, it does. Ripped open my brother's copy today to read the Harry Potter 3 article, and, as I was greedily devouring word after word, what should creep up my nose but a most unappetising and fishy odour. I sniffed, it was the wretched magazine!! Though how on earth a hermetically sealed magazine should procure an awful scent is beyond me. Goodness, as if stinking by virtue of being a liberal publication were not enough! I guess think only proves my point that the left (not substantial enough to deserve a capital!) is nothing but a nasty smell of no substance at all. On a happier note, went for ice cream at the Island Creamery at Serene Centre (such fond naming memories there!) with Janice today, rather yesterday. It was good!! We had Teh Tarik and Reverse-O, the former a refreshing frozen version of the drink, while the latter a luscious, rich delight of creamy chocolate ice cream choke-full with crunchy chunks of chocolate cookies. I paid. We pondered over why the latter was called Reverse-O. My bright idea was that it was the reverse of the cream cookies which are biscuits filled with cream; i.e. Reverse-O was thus named cause it was the contrary--ice cream with a cookie filling!! Janice wasn't convinced. After which we walked around Serene and Janice bought something for someone in celebration of some affair. (Those interested, please refer to Janice's blog, she's my Partner-In-Lunch, my one and only...). Following which we hopped into the video store and asked after the cost of various movie titles which caught our fancy. We bought nothing. However, we have made plans for a movie-and-show marathon next week at Janice's (Blackadder Goes Forth and the Princess Diaries!! to name the two that I have set my mind on). Oh how exciting loom the days before me! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:27 AM with love + + + About Ownership Greetings my friends, life is good! The sky is blue and the grass is green! And I am now the proud owner of an eBay account! Oh joy, joy! With each breath I take, I breathe in the nectarine ambrosia of existence (choking a little, but still...) and each step is a joyous, drunken salute towards Mankind! Oh the sheer array of books that I may bid for!! Glory, glory! On a side note, on my second-out-of-three consecutive shopping days (the first was the pseudo-class outing for Troy; the second, shopping with Alicia; the third, Ted Hamilton with the Yap, both movies were good, though company was rather lacking both times) I bought two tops!!! Both black! One was a boatnecks and the other, a polo. Now I indeed have a whole spectrum of polo shirts! Oh what a happy day! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:10 PM with love + + + About Wifehood and Some Others My Chalet books have made me think long and hard about marrying and being someone's wife. It does not seem to be a very agreeable thing. According to my Chalets, to marry means to obey and to honour. Well!!! I can just see myself in supreme subservience... On the bright side however, it has made things acutely clear: if I ever marry, it must be to a man who's rich, smart and successful enough. Anything less I'll spend the whole marriage despising my incompetent spouse so I might as well not have bothered. And anyway I wouldn't make a good poor man's wife, I believe I would drive the poor man to suicide with my demands... if he meets them, how would he pay? And if he doesn't... well you all have heard me go on about people who have incurred my disliking and (some of you) have even seen how I treat them, so yes, it will be either be good or none. I will not settle. That aside, as sappy as some of my soap operas may be I find them most enlightening in matrimonial instruction. The current soap I'm stuck on teaches this: marriage is a battle, and your greatest enemy is never your spouse. It is always the other women. Never give up on your husband cause he cheats on you, you'll only let the tramp take what is your rightful place and her spawn take what is your children's. Rather, tolerate. And let your husband know what you are putting up with, so he'd be grateful to you and be all the more a nicer if unfaithful man. Of course, some of this advice is obsolete... the laws nowadays let even illegitimate children inherit, so what you have to do is somehow con your wayward husband into writing a will which leaves your children most of his fortune. The others can get a token sum, one must be charitable afterall. Of course in the unfortunate event that he chooses to be fair to all his children, the solution is clear: divorce him for all he is worth!! That way at very least your children will get half of his fortune (the law usually gives half the marital assets to the wife, more if you've aided greatly in his career etc... so you all must be helpful and dutiful wives). Vindictive you say, but if you can't keep your husband's heart, might as well keep his fortune!! So as you all can see, wifehood is not as easy a task as it sounds!! *** That aside, I must comment that there is something so romantic about the scene of someone praying for their someone-in-particular (something else from my soaps). Hands put together in prayer, devote bow of the head, then the hopeful lift of the chin and eyes... Aww... Heh. Shall do some praying (as I have been doing every other) of my own tonight for a someone-in-particular, wouldn't you like to know exactly whom!! Which reminds me... I am nicely toasted... As some of you may know, I say Our Father every night, and I have only just realised, courtesy of my Chalets that forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us is a request that we may be pardoned in the same way that we forgive others... not that we may be pardoned simultaneously as we forgive others!! I've misinterpreted the "as"!! Oh I am nicely screwed... Given the way I cherish certain grudges, I've been merrily condemning my stupid self all this while! Oh no. *** On a last note, I had a most interesting lunch (which consisted for two buns and an iced tea)and shopping trip with Yoon today. She dragged me all the way to Jurong Point to hunt for a job she decided she really didn't want, then to the Clementi UOB branch to apply for the Visa mini she realised she shouldn't get. What I liked most about the outing is the fruitfulness of it all. (Alright, I bought stuff too. Three CDs. For my grandmother. When I'm finished with them. And don't ask what sort. I felt half-embarrassed buying them.) hpdeskjette stamped at 7:49 AM with love + + + About Disappointment There are just limits to what a soul can bear, and mine have been reached, and far exceeded. Before this I put up with a lot. He dropped college, I endured. He got himself addicted to alcohol, I endured. He gambled, I endured. He acted badly, I also endured. He bashed Bush, once more I endured. But then he crossed the line and opts to support Kerry, this I no longer can endure!! Farewell Affleck, cute as you may be, I can forgive you no longer!! From this day forth I can do nothing but choose to boycott anything you produce. I could melt at the sight of your smile and give in, but this I shall not. Politics is and will be forevermore. But if ever you should repent... hpdeskjette stamped at 7:43 AM with love + + + About French and Love and the Parting of Ways I am dancing with envy. Shu's going to McGill for Medicine. I could bite her. Argh!! In case you all have no idea, McGill is in Montreal, which is in Quebec, which is a province in Canada. And it's not just a Canadian province... it's a FRENCH-SPEAKING Canadian province!!! AHHHH!!! This means Shu'll come back yattering like a Frenchie and I'll only be able to stare and stammer and turn a becoming shade of lurid green. Mmmmm... for a year abroad in a Francophonic country!! One day I shall! Oh shalln't I one day!! That aside, I must comment that love is such a joyful affair, all it takes to put a gentle smile on your face when you are in love is simply the thought of your beloved. And when you're in love you are content. I can only say now that I am really, really thankful that I have so much of life left to spend with my adored, day after day after year after year. I look forward with a cheerful heart to the many, many golden moments I shall spend blissfully in the quiet comaraderie of my darling Chalets. It seems so wrong to live something so worldly yet so right at the same time (they are religious books!). And finally: "As for your friendship breaking up because you're parted, do you mean to tell me it's as poor and weak-kneed a thing as all that?... All the same, my dear, if your friendship is really what it ought to be you'll find it'll stand the strain... You'll find that you can make time for a few lines most weeks and so can the others, who anyhow will want to send you picture postcards of the place." --Changes for the Chalet School And I suppose we can all find comfort in those words... if friendship (or love, for the some of you) cannot stand the test of time, then why mourn its loss? And anyway, when it slowly dies, if it slowly dies, there may be regret, but if you allow it to die, you wouldn't really feel the pain for it must not have mattered that much since you left it to wilt away... so, perhaps it's just as well. I suppose every life will have to mourn the death of a friendship. But at the same time may we learn to treasure those we have alive, around us even more. (And always remember that others have had to bear the same kind of pain, and they have survived. And then of course you can always pray) hpdeskjette stamped at 9:24 AM with love + + + About A Miscellany I am getting stout. My side profile is positively matronly. No longer am I the slender slip of girlhood that I once was. Alas!! And Channel 8 isn't helping. First a show about laksa and now a new one with the most delectable looking fish-and-chips. Damn them! I keep getting food cravings in the middle of, then after, dinner. Argh. Awful awful. To change the topic, I think girls today are far too forward for their good. Things were different in my day I tell you. So what happened was this: I had gone into my brother's room because he had stolen the use of the bathroom when I had been the one who turned on the water heater to masquerade as him on MSN as revenge (hey when I steal the bathroom he trots over to my bed and sleeps on it cause he knows I loathe him on my bed when he's filthy so, so what if I blatantly invade his privacy), when suddenly, this new window popped on. It was from a girl. She propositioned my brother. Well, whatever happened to restraint? No matter how much I may gush to my friends about my eyecandy, I never proposition!! Silly fool! She lowered her market worth (or so I was taught by my friend-who-had-received-an-engagement-proposal, never look eager, whether in messaging by phone or online or when taking a call, take your time or bang! goes your value). Oh well, I expect she couldn't help it. My brother may not be the family beauty (the post having been taken by me as well as all his share of looks; I have never liked to share), but despite the lack of appearance, he has enough of the family charm to entice (and to distinguish himself as my relation; no relation of mine can possibly be completely charmless!), so all's well ends well I guess. And anyway it seems that I had the most uneventful Law Fac interview... everyone got challenged but I had a dialogue session... bleargh. Oh and I forgot to tell you all that on the day of the interview I was gallantly rescued by a knight in Mao's suit (well more or less). So the thing was the taxi driver who drove me to NUS dropped me off at a random location (stupid man!) and I was left to find my own way round. Naturally, I was lost so I accosted the first hapless chap I saw (an old cleaner) to direct me onto the correct path. He was no help. At this point, along strode another chap who looked more intelligent and tons better dressed (long-sleeved shirt and black pants, always impresses). He met the challenge and in no time at all, I was on my way to the interview grounds. Anyway I found out he was from Tsinghua University (the top University in China, my class PRC due to go to Yale doubts that she could make it in so that's saying something) and from the School of Public Policy and Management!! China's next Jiang Zemin was walking beside me and narry a move did I make! Heavens!! Then again... I still have his namecard... *smirk* hpdeskjette stamped at 8:27 AM with love + + + |