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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 + + + |