but I'm all woman.
but I'm all woman.
--And you know I've always been a sucker for Fridays; and especially so for the one that just passed. 21-10.. We've come a long way haven't we? And I think everyone, not just the two of us, agrees that this has been one heck of a ride. Bumpy bumpy chugging trainstops, but the locomotion's only going to get better, believe me.
It's centrifugal motion. It's perpetual bliss. It's that pivotal moment. It's subliminal.
Theboy used to call me the ice-cream monster, in our early MSN days. What a great reminder I got when he stuck a candle into a half-pint of B&J's Cherry Garcia and sang a whispery birthday song. And gave me twelve items to the tune of Julie Andrews and her goldangish "My favourite Things" song-and-dance. And it works primarily because I am a sentimental softie and I have a very obvious weakness for well, my favourite things!
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And well, I felt like a Jewish bride and her week long matrimony. With a crazy whirlwind of celebrations one after another, I think I could have given her a good run for her money. And so it was our turn to play Dimsum Dollies and watch our tummies grow as we played with our chopsticks and treasures in little bamboo baskets. Chiayin and Syl and a lazy Saturday afternoon- I love.
And then it was the black party of the kohl-eyed beauty. Anna anna bobana banana fana fo fana. Ooh, and talks of naughty naughty people who can't keep their hands, and err other things to themselves in school. GSR wayang kulit and sex-toy focus groups, you don't sayyyy?
Oohsa, look at maa girl Syl. You think you're very big is it? I'll bite them boobies off if I can't have them!
The all-black girl posse. Does this scream Miss Seventeen to you? Haha, eat our dust Denise Keller ;P
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And the Jewish bride wakes up to another day. And her wine barrels are still full and the guests are still sober! So she feeds them a little, then some more. A little cream-loaded cake is always a good tradition to keep, especially when they're from theboy's family.
I still get jitters sometimes because I know what a klutz I can be when I'm nervous. But hey, it's been a year, and yes, it's been good.
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And then there was our trip to Lemongrass for Thai with the CR4 people. Or in Ra's words, 'the brothers and the three (girl) musketeers'. I seem to be fixated with Ra's words of late, he just seems so refreshingly candid; all good in a contrived place like blogspot. Hor, Raaaaaa, hor?
And I got a white clutch from the clutch-crazy Terese and the lulufied lulu. And flowers! (Insert more exclamation points here) not from theboy, but from Hilda and Koof. And of course I waved the pretty bouquet in theboy's vision, in long and pained arm movements. But naturally I know Koof is of a different species altogether, so there should be no comparison. Still, ladies and gents, I present to you my humble bouquet and Koofius the god of flowers and wrapping paper:
And like all prodigal kids, home is still where the heart is (or should be!). And fittingly, dinner with the folks, sibs and theboy (with my dad's longtime clients in tow) was the only way to go. Needless to say, bottomless stuffing with Jap soup bowls the size of two heads and ice-cream and cheesecake was not in the least surprising.
Thank you mommy, love you daddy. Sometimes it's as simple as that.
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So thank you one and all, for making me feel special. Muchas Gracias, love all the way from Acapulco.
