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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 + + + |