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About Appearances No matter where you go in this world, there will always be people who judge things based on appearances. It's not fair, certainly; it's awful, surely but frankly and honestly, too bad. I happen to be one of those, so deal with it! To put myself in a better light, I concede that I certainly know it's not a good thing, nor is it just, but really if I can live with it, so can you! This is the age of empowerment my friends, repeat after me, "If I can do it, so can you!". So anyway the problem is that I have a book, Anne of Ingleside (which is a very good read) but in such a bad condition! Granted the words are clear and the story is whole, but the appearance of the book is disgraceful! The spine is bent and the corners are peeling and the pages are so yellow!! An eyesore on my shelf, it is! To compound matters the book is second-hand, and has a stamp indicating that it had been borrowed before and returned. I hate second-hand stuff. I hate it. If it were second-hand and in near-pristine condition I could close one eye and tolerate it. But it isn't. It's used and ugly and old. I really must see to getting a better replacement one day. To find a pretty enough substitute! At times I think that my need for good appearances borders on obsession. This is certainly not the first time I have bought or wanted to buy a book title I already own because it is a nicer copy. Nor anywhere near second nor third. I had a perfectly good copy of Harry Potter the First, but I still went and got myself the hard-cover edition; I owe my Chalet books in one form or another but I certainly plan to abandon them one day for a first-edition hardback collection. A waste of money it is indeed, but nevertheless it is something that I just must do. Perhaps I should see a doctor. It is not only with books and clothes and other material things that I am like this, I react similarly with people as well. Ugly and stupid people just annoy me. It's not fair and it's not nice, but really, they just do. Sometimes I think that retribution will befall me and my children will be ugly and/or stupid. And really that is enough every now and then to persuade me to never have any. Of course some of you will say that it won't matter whatever they are like because they'll be your children and thus you will love them. But honestly I don't believe I am capable of being proud of an cheese-faced idiot. I suppose intelligent-wise I oughtn't worry; it seems that up to 80% of a child's intelligence comes from its mother and I guess in that case my child won't be an utter fool, and even less so if I find the correct husband. But looks are a different matter. No matter how good anyone is to look at you can't guaranty the same for his or her child. I guess if you have an ugly son it's not so bad because the ugliest of men will have no problem with his future prospects career-wise or marriage-wise. Really as long as a guy has a good enough education, a respectable occupation, a good amount of inheritance and a gallant-enough manners, he's set for life no matter how ugly he may be. An ugly girl is a different matter. In the first place even if a guy is deep enough to look beyond the surface, and brave and tolerant enough to put up with a revolting face everyday of his life, will his mother or father be? I, for one, would cut off any son of mine who has the audacity to bring home a hideous-looking girl, however nice she may be. I certainly want good-looking grandchildren to show off. A monster mother's not going to improve my chances. I fervently hope that any offspring of mine will be good-looking, or even just pleasant-looking for that matter. Either I can and will gladly deal with but really I will not be able to handle just plain ugly. hpdeskjette stamped at 6:06 AM with love + + + About Violent Desires and Cravings I feel like whacking people now. Dear friends, when you do the friendtest, please do leave me some indication of who you are... "hmm" and "xxx" and "right" and "someday we will laugh at this" sound cute, but they tell me nothing at all, apart from the fact that you all like to emulate my appearance, in the form of the nicknames you give yourselves, very much. You may all like to know that how well you do on the test will determine how nice your birthday present will be, as well as whether or not you will get a nice present for Christmas this year, and if you will be in my Prayers ever again! So my dears, I trust you know what to do. That settled, I have to say that I have been having the worst craving ever, and the saddest fact is that I never have it satisfied, no matter how I try. I have been attempting to eat at Long John Silver's for the longest time but most people I know are nasty so bang goes any chance of my having the grilled fish, and every time, even if I'm out with someone who's nice enough to comply, events will turn such the the rain pours mercilessly or we've to detour to shop somewhere else so she can meet someone else and so my plans are thwarted once again. Perhaps it is just not meant to be. Oh the burdens of greatness! I guess someone as nobly born as I deserves more that merely Long John's; only the best will do for me. Some are born noble, some attain nobility, some have nobility thrust upon them! Unlucky me! Oh why did my guardian angel wish nobility and greatness (among another many good gifts like, sweetness and niceness and charm and so on and forth) upon me! Oh the weight of the duty which comes with being me!! That I may give it all up to lead a simple life! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:20 AM with love + + + About Happiness! *smiles* *beams* *hops* *skips* Oh what a happy day! Today my darlings which I had thought were previously lost to me have come home! Turns out that my precious four books that I had thought had gone forever off eBay were not! Lalala!! The seller had more stock, and so she placed them online. Hee hee. Even now after my successful bid for the four titles she still has stock available. Oh joy happy joy happy joy happy joy! I realise that I am at heart a very simple girl! All it takes to evoke a sunny smile from me is giving me what I want, whatever that may be! What a wonderful world this is that we live in! *** On a separate note, I must say that if there is anything I cannot stand it is petty boys. Petty boys spelt P-E-T-T-Y (not to be confused with P-R-E-T-T-Y boys, mind you I am very fond of the latter). Oh honestly petty boys are the limit. For crying loud if you're a guy, act like a guy! Coquettish games are not for you to play. No girl likes a petty boy; in fact, no guy likes a petty boy, unless he happens to be gay... which is another thing I can't stand... Alright, 'nuff said on the subject. I do not like to speak of things that are disagreeable or disgraceful in any way. *** And to those of you who haven't, scroll down to yesterday's post and follow the instructions. Surely, surely somewhere out there I must have someone true!? hpdeskjette stamped at 8:24 AM with love + + + About Tests Alright. You may all try out this friendtest and I'll see who's tried and tested and true! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:50 AM with love + + + About Heartache My heart is broken, nevermore to be whole. Today, 4 books which I wished to bid for on eBay eluded me by a duration of 15 minutes. Oh how my heart hurts! The bitter regret! Will this pain never cease? Woe is to me! Oh but that woe is to me! How can I bear to live in the years that lie before me endlessly and heartlessly. Life is but a cruel path I am destined to tread alone. The dreary years ahead! How can I bear it, oh how can I bear it! Perhaps the Sun will rise tomorrow, as it has since forever. But I shall not see its light. Eternal darkness has shrouded my eyes which once so loved the colours of the earth, and it threatens to shroud them for always. How can I bear to trudge on? I am weary beyond words and action. Oh for that I shall see a ray of hope! But then I guess even that is not to be. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:08 AM with love + + + About Recklessness I think my father displays a most deplorable devil-may-care recklessness towards his health. He eats the most unhealthy food ever. Laksa, raw cockles, char kway tiao, Indian mee goreng and rojak, prawn noodles, satay... so on and so forth, and mind you they're his favourite foods. To compound matters, he staunchly refuses to go for medical checkups. You would think a man his age would show more sense. Honestly! But then perhaps I expect too much from the poor man. I should think men can never be sensible about anything whether they're 4 or 47. It's just as well women live longer than men. I believe my father will never survive in his old age if he hasn't my mother around to nag at him. I would do it but I expect my own husband to be one person's work, and certainly we all can't expect my sister-in-law to do it, whichever a poor soul she may be, for I believe my brother would be more than enough for her to cope! Also, I personally wouldn't trust her with my father; she has to be a real fool to agree to marrying my brother and however naughty my father may be, I have enough piety in me to not condemn my own father to devices of an utter featherhead! Oh drat men! NS is but a small punishment for the inconveniences you cause! (As well as a well-deserved break for your mother!) hpdeskjette stamped at 8:28 AM with love + + + About Insomnia I have been sleeping badly these past few days, tossing and turning till two or three, and even in sleep I feel ill-rested, being half-awake in dreams which put me in very taxing scenarios and waking at the slightest noise or hint of light. I hate being a light sleeper. I think this bodes ill. I used to be able to sleep for around 10 hours, crossing 12 on a good day. Could it be that I have caught up with all the years of lost sleep and am ready to return to the mugging world? I hope not. Dear many friends of mine who are doctors-to-be, please tell me what is my problem!! I'd be happy to offer you legal advice at a steeply discounted rate when you wrongly chop up your patient in the future! Speaking of doctors-to-be, I have realised that I will be subjected forever to a very disagreeable experience. A good number of my friends will soon have a "Dr." tagged on to their names! Whether the "Dr." be the medical doctor, "Dr.", or the dentist, "Dr.", or the loser who studied 10 more years than most to get a P.h.d., albeit on government money, "Dr.". This is plain awful! Bleargh. And the most I can look forward to being is a plain "Miss", "Madam", with luck "Mrs." (Heaven forbid that I should become an old maid. I'd rather be a widow. A spinster's a spinster, however you put it. And however you put it, it sounds really bad. A widow'll sound better of course, cause it speaks of fortitude and fidelity and devotion and so on and forth. But a spinster just implies a wholesale lack of charm) or "Aunt"!!! Oh what tragedy! The future looms dark and dreary. *** On a separate note I helped my mother with the dishes today, in exchange for her wrapping my darling Chalets in plastic wrap. Washing dishes is an awful task, but nonetheless a bargain's a bargain and I will perservere to the bitter and alkaline end though my hands itch still from the detergent. This is worse than Chem prac. At least then only my fingers suffered. Now both my poor hands are killing me. I guess I was just not meant to do housework. *** On a separate separate note, The Present was met with great enthusiasm by my brother. He thought it was for him. Everyone loves a Present! You should have seen how he sulked when I duly informed him that it was a gift for Someone (else). Had to promise him one for his birthday. I think The Present is wonderful. I believe I will get everyone a Present for their birthdays or Christmas. Everyone needs a Present! Forget about the Past! Look forward to the Future! Ha Ha. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:46 AM with love + + + About A Present, An Initiative and A MAJOR Event Today I bought Someone Someone's present. I hope Someone will be appreciative. I had to tramp a whole long distance just to get that present, and all the while my new slippers were cutting my delicate feet. Poor me... But anyway my goodness!! What a present!! I absolutely love it! It is ever so very extremely pretty!! Damn it I don't want to give it away. I shall keep it as my own. Oh the darling, darling dear that it is! Oh the precious! I showed it to Someone's betrothed and Someone-bound-to-be-betrothed and how they regaled over it too!! Oh the delicate and dainty article it is!! (Obviously I can't tell you what it is or it won't be a surprise when I give it, if I give it, though you all can certainly ask me privately what it is.) That aside, I have decided to start a meaningful programme that I shall name the Greater British Book Collection Initiative (G.B.B.C.I.). Every week I will put aside $20 of my allowance and deposit it into the G.B.B.C.I. Fund which will be used to sponsor the noble cause of purchasing certain rare book titles from England in aid of the expansion of my bookshelf with the ultimate aim of increasing my personal happiness. Dear friends please note that donations are welcome no matter what amount you give. It is always the thought that counts, though obviously you will be viewed in a better light if you give more. Oh and I am very pleased to announce that Another Someone owes me money, having bought clothes (two DKNY tops!! The extravagance!!) heedlessly and realising only at last minute that Another Someone's own self didn't have enough to pay and had to borrow cash from me at the counter, right in front of the cashier! And then, even worse, that Another Someone had to spend the rest of the day in absolute poverty only window, not really shopping, and later was even unable to pay for dinner!! Of course this doesn't sound scandalous but wait till you hear who this other Someone is!! Actually I can't tell you who another Someone is because I've promised her, my friend since my Sec 1 days in Nanyang and the English Society as well as one of my two best friends that I will not. And I certainly must keep my promise because it's the right thing to do, and more so because she is going to Cornell, which is far, far away in America and won't be back for many a day. So then, too bad. I shall end here and you'll get nothing out of me. A secret I swore to keep and hence, will, and must till I am dead and rotted and old and gone! Alicia will be proud of me! hpdeskjette stamped at 8:08 AM with love + + + About Recognition I knew... I knew... I always knew that if I waited long enough and endured all the teasing, taunts and laughs, time would vindicate me... and all the suffering that I was put through would metamorphosize into sweet recognition, one day, long at last. And today... today, my friends it has! Finally, my long, persistent and unwavering love, even through the greatest of adversities, has paid off!! Slowly, but surely and steadily, I have gathered a following of loyal converts to the fashion of the Polo! Yes, my friends! Sole and unaided, I have garnered members for the Fellowship of the Polo-shirt! Alicia, Qing Jia and Wei Zhi, I welcome you all! Serena my dear, I welcome you too!! And Xiu Xiu darling, you are certainly very welcomed of course! Together, let us band and form the Polo Sorority and spread the good name of the Polo all around, that it may become the staple fashion of mankind!! Together, we shall, we must and we can! So yes, my friends, that was essentially a jubilant message to sell you all the charms of the Polo and to tell you all that I certainly plan to wear the Polo very often in the days of University to come. And yes, dear Jan and Yap and so on and forth, I can see you all now in shock and ready to pounce on me in great distress to tell me that that is certainly not the way to snag a doctor. But wait!!! Hold on! Surely you all have more faith in my senses than that! Ask yourselves when have I ever consciously done anything to jeopardise my chances for becoming a Mrs. Dr. Dear or Frau Doktor Something? Never, isn't it? So rest assured, my loyal comrades, that I know what I am doing. It is but that I have heard the joyful, joyful news, from a friend of mine (who is himself is a doctor-to-be), that doctors don't care what girls wear, since they'd have seen everything before already! And since what you wear doesn't matter, it might as well be the faithful Polo, something smart, comfortable and timeless… and something you can always slip easily on (and out of!) when you’re in a hurry… hpdeskjette stamped at 8:53 AM with love + + + About Beefcakes Upon severe reflection, I have arrived at the inevitable conclusion that I indeed have a deplorable addiction to beefcakes. Oh this is so bad. All my life I have spoken against the disgraceful fascination some of my friends have for beefcakes and yet now I have committed the very sin I have preached against, once and again and again! Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Have you any idea how high in cholesterol and fat beefcakes are? Oh but then you have no idea how tasty some beefcakes can be. How ever do you turn away from something as delectable as them? But I guess what must be done, must be done. In the long run beefcakes really are bad for health, especially if you devour them at the rate and in the quantity that I do. Guess I'll have to switch to lean meat, since I'm no vegetarian (thank goodness not!). P'raphs if I'm lucky though, I'll acquire a taste for the filet mignon and learn make do with it for the rest of my life. Though forever shall the beefcake have its special place in my heart. If only one could do what one wants but not what one must! hpdeskjette stamped at 8:50 AM with love + + + About Today Today dawned early, the Sun shining his sleepy, tousled head through the clouds with a lazy yawn. How much earlier Today dawned than it did yesterday, I don't know and quite frankly, I don't care. I never wake up early enough to watch Today dawn anyway, nor Yesterday, Tomorrow nor the Day After. All I know is that Today will dawn today, tomorrow and the day after, so get over it. Now Today was a very good day, very much worthy of a mention, and so I will mention what happened Today! I woke up early in the morning at 1125, just in time to catch my cookery show, which I think you all should watch too. It's on Channel 5. Not that that's important, let me continue with Today. Then I watched Oprah which was a rerun and wondered why they kept doing that (the rerunning I mean). Then I read my Chalet book for the day (I have one a day to savour as some of you may know, or ought to), and then started watching my two soap operas simultaneously (since they were at the same timeslot on two different channels, you have no idea how hard it is on me!). Then Serena came to visit and, gracious hostess that I am training to become, I served her a refreshing cup of Eau Du Ciel, also known as water, a Cadbury chocolate-coated chocolate mini cake roll, a slice of chocolate cake with a white chocolate ball on top, a Marks and Spencer's Chocolate Digestive Bar (what the two Jems call 'glorified Kit-Kat', which is really good I must say, the Digestive Bar I meant, though Kit-Kat is good too) all the remaining Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream that was left in the tub, and another slice of chocolate cake with a white chocolate ball on top since the poor girl was hungry. Poor thing, the amount of nutrition she gets at home! Quite appalling! Not that that's important either; that was merely very interesting and intriguing. How on earth does she keep her figure?!?! ...but then that is another tale for another time. What was significant about Today, you may ask? Well, Today was significant because of the Event!! What was the Event you will now query. Well pipe down and let me reply. Honestly, if you are going to endlessly bombard me with pointless questions that I am about to answer, how do you expect me to continue? Now then, Today's Event, was receiving from the work-roughened hands of my father, the sole bread-winner of our family, the College Yearbook!! What??!! you all will now exclaim and ask if I really have made you wade through this verbose composition just to inform you that I have received the trivial thing that is the Yearbook. To all you folks I have only this to say: It's quite obvious that I have, isn't it? Inobservant fools. Now back to the topic--the Yearbook. Oh goodness you all have no idea how I have been looking forward to receiving the Yearbook! And you all certainly have no idea why! I suppose I will cut to the chase and stop rambling on and on and get straight to the point and down to brass tacks and relieve you all of your curiosity. For the eyecandy. My goodness you have no idea how thrilled I was to have, laid into my delicate hands, page after page of glorious photos of one after another of the most select confectionery the school had to offer during the two year I was there. Gorgeous! Especially the one with one of my very most favourites in the school blazer and tie. My goodness! Alright I have no time to continue bantering with you all. The green book gleams impatiently. Farewell for now! *** Oh and dear Serena, found a chocolate buttercream roll smothered in rich, creamy chocolate sauce in the fridge after you'd left. Pity you missed it. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:26 AM with love + + + About Shopping and An Apology One thing I must say about myself is that when I put my mind to getting a thing done, I get it done and do it well! Witness my Chalet series: one day I decided that I had to have it, and lo and behold, now I do (all but one, but close enough)! Today, once again, I have done myself proud. I told myself I must get my University wardrobe, and hence I have (well the first week's worth anyway)! Grabbed my mother for shopping this morning and have I done a thorough job! Four tops, two bottoms (very charmingly named: rugby shorts and walker shorts, whatever they mean) and a nice pair of slippers; not to mention two books and a whole lot of food. *pats self on the back* Well done! On a separate note I think I owe my brother an apology. Today when we were watching television (chinese television since my brother needs practice for Chinese Oral) my brother suddenly piped up and commented that the actresses weren't good-looking at all, though let me assure you they were. For this dear boy, I am sorry. I am sorry that I have spoilt you for other women. I am sorry that as your sister, I have been so outstandingly exceptional in looks that you cannot look at another girl without feeling that she pales pitifully in comparison to the lovely exquisiteness that is your sister. In the days of loneliness that must lie before you unless you choose to settle for less than that to which you have always been accustomed, remember that I am sorry, and please find it in your heart forgive me. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:30 AM with love + + + About University Yesterday whilst my mother was having breakfast, I went up to her and whined about the Law Camp and Orientation. Quite frankly, I don't want to go. It sounds boring. Also the fact that I have absolutely no information about the Law Camp doesn't help either. The Law Faculty flyer they sent us certainly doesn't tell me anything at all. I have no idea whom to contact, how to contact whoever, what to bring, what we'll do, what to pay!! But I guess our seniors are teaching us the most important lesson for our course: be vague and don't obligate yourself. Then I said Orientation sounded boring and stupid and griped that I didn't want to go. My mother wasn't pleased, she said Orientation was important cause it lays your University foundation: you build contacts, make friends, receive important information about your professors and their likes and dislikes. In a nutshell, Orientation gives you a foot-up as you embark into the dawn of new era in your life, and you certainly must go!! Then I asked her what her Orientation had been like. She hummed and hawed and said in her time Orientation was different. I pressed on, thinking I was going to uncover juicy details, and was rewarded with the knowledge that in her year, my mother had skipped her Orientation. *** NUS may be my school-to-be but we're certainly starting off on the wrong foot. First registration was such a complicated affair, receiving confirmation even worse, while payment and acceptance of the offer was a complete fiasco (they gave us two days to decided and reply, remember?)! But let me tell you what tops it all. Their Language Preparation Programme (LPP) which trains you to be ready for the Student Exchange. So essentially the state of things is that there are two LPPs, one for French and the other for German. The problem is that I have no idea if I am eligible for one, neither or both. By some feat of great accomplishment by one, two or more formidable souls, the LPP form that came with the offer package, the Freshmen Guide and the official website, have all combined to give completely different criteria for LPP eligibility. The paper in the package leads one to think that Law students can apply for both, the Freshmen Guide says neither, while the website clears Law students for the German LPP but bans them from the French. Well! Pity they haven't a fourth source which states that Law students are ineligible for the German LPP but allowed for the French or they'd really have covered everything! hpdeskjette stamped at 12:27 AM with love + + + About Tousled Hair There is really just something about tousled hair which is so seductive. Watched Harry Potter again today (still think it's not as good as the first two: Dumbledore looked like a wretched, good-for-nothing, pot-smoking hippie, the ties they wore were different; they used to be striped gold and red, now it's gold stripes on red, the story was changed now and there, Neville was stick-thin and the Fat Lady was changed completely while the Gryffindor Commonroom door was no longer at the end of a corridor but directly above the moving staircases!!). Goodness! Did young Daniel Radcliffe look good! Those tousled locks of his were so absolutely enthralling. Watched Emma the other night too, and I must say that Jeremy Northam with his hair ruffled as Mr Knightly was every bit as alluring. I don't know about you, but if anything can make me catch my breath, I'd have to say it's a guy with ruffled hair and serious, dark eyes wearing a white collar, ever-so-lightly starched for a don't-carish yet formal look. Oh to run my fingers through those wind-swept locks! For the first time in my life may you hear me curse NS. Take the boys if you must but at least leave them their raven thatches!! Surely there is no need to take away the sole feature of potential beauty that our nation's boys possess! It is merely cruelty to animals!! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:47 AM with love + + + About Blogging People have complained that I have not been blogging enough, hence I have decided to post today to please them. Though I must really comment that when people who have abandoned their blogs gripe to me about me not posting, it's really a little too rich! One thing I feel bound to say is that I think that, while people should blog regularly, they should blog only when inspiration strikes them, that they may write a feelingful and memorable post, or simply one that amuses. Of course, I have once compared a blog to a child, and I stand by my words; indeed, as you should not abandon your child, so shall not you abandon your blog, for they all come from the same source that is you! However, surely when you meet with your children, you ought to meet them with sincerity. As a younger child, the one thing I loathed the most among many others was adults who only pretended to be interested in whatever I happened to be talking about at that time; similarly, you should not pretend to be interested in your blog when you really are not (of course, I am aware of the gentle irony that seems to pervade this post, but rest-assured that while I am writing this post, I am doing so with a heart and a half!). Certainly, some of you will find that meeting up with your children only once in a while as something highly deplorable, to those of you I have this to say: So bite me! Too bad our value systems clash with each other! I feel perfectly at ease meeting my blog sporadically; responsible to me is not abandoning your blog/child; there is no need to meet everyday, you're just being silly and over-sentimental (which brings me to another topic: honestly, I think couples who have to meet/talk/message everyday are the limit!!. If you all go on that way you'll just get sick of each other by the time you are married, both of you will be clamouring for affairs! You can only take that much of a good thing. And really some of you my friends don't even pick good things.) Now, on to a more interesting topic: I am pleased to announce that Piglet, my little baby cousin is growing more and more adorable by the day, and that he is developing a temper! Yesterday at my grandmother's, when I took him out of his playseat (which is surrounded with many toys) he whined and wiggled and sulked for his chair! I'm glad, I was afraid he would turn out to be one of those awfully placid and boring babies which never throw a tantrum. I like my babies to come with a bit of spark and fire! It bodes well for their future, and anyway I have no use for dull people. Speaking of babies, I must comment that I am rethinking my noble plan of having two boys and a girl. D'you know how awfully bloated expectant mothers get!! That day I walked pass one and my goodness, her legs were swollen trotters and her nose was like a bloated plum!! Bleargh. And anyway I think having a daughter is possible one of the worse things that can happen to you. If your daughter's like you she'll be equally obstinate and stubborn and then you can expect no end of quarrels or disagreements... And if she's not she'll be a boring as a cheesecloth so why on earth have her? And at any rate men are never as nice to their wives once they have a daughter, for the daughter takes away the good part of his tenderer and sweeter affections. Really. Girls go try whining about something your mother disagrees with and see for yourself what your father says. So the conclusion is: don't have a daughter, just have sons, or maybe not even those unless you want to stomp around like an elephant for the rest of your natural life. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:17 PM with love + + + About Animal Instinct I have been having the strongest urge, for days, to whack somebody, especially on the head. With my hand or the newspapers. Just the other day my mother was griping about my father and all I could offer her as advice was that she gave him a good, hard whack with her purse, because I believe men and people as a whole just need to be whacked sometimes. In Nanyang I remember I used to want to bite the Yap in her arm, cause there was just something about her dark arm beneath the transparent council blouse that was so bite-able. I think I am really a savage at heart, despite this cool, calm, collected and classy façade of mine. Still waters run deep indeed. I tell you my friends, that some day I shall break free and run wild and wouldn’t you all be nicely shocked then. So enjoy the current, placid me that you know, love and embrace. She is not much longer to be, for the beast is yet to be! So dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay. –Robert Frost *** Oh yeah,  WORSHIP! You're inner Bombshell is the beautiful Audrey Hepburn. Like her you've been blessed with a "certain something" that no one could describe accurately. You are more reserved than other bombshells, and that shows in your gentle, graceful nature. You like doing things for other people and love volunteering for your favorite charity. Yours is a rare gift in this day and age. You don't need to show a lot of skin to be sexy, all you need is your eyes. To see Audrey at the top of her game watch the movie "Breakfast at Tiffanys". Who is your inner bombshell? brought to you by Quizilla Just to prove that I am classic. I did the test and this was I, no cheating involved. Lovely, the quintessential lady that is me! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:14 AM with love + + + About Apples I think apples are a very pretty fruit. Rosy, delicate skin; fair, tender flesh; and a sweet, sweet personality. For those not Fuji-ian in origin, or pink and white; they are useful. Dainty yellow apples make a very satisfying and appetising juice while deep, red apples give cider. And of course, the darling green, green Granny Smiths are ever so tasty in pies. And of course, we have the Apple computers which are ever so pretty and the famous Big Apple is a wonderful place to shop and visit... Oh goodness, do I love apples!! And last but not least, apples are healthy. You know the saying goes, "An apple a day keeps the doctor away"!... Now, why would anyone eat apples then? hpdeskjette stamped at 8:00 AM with love + + + |