Osaka’s kansei international airport was a little disappointing. It’s huge, clean (very unlike Narita) and… empty – at least the sub-terminal where American Airlines sat. I was hoping to get some duty free shopping done during my three hour layover but… nothing. I do however thank my sweet sweet husband for all the exposure in Japan. I felt so at home I actually ordered ramen (ramen o-ne-gai-shi-masu!) at the little café (not the nice fancy type mind you lol), sat there and amen slurped myself silly lol. Can’t wait to get back there in a couple of weeks. I miss Tokyo! Ok, it’s the food… but more than anything, it one of the cities where I feel most free – certainly the opposite feeling from being ‘home’ in Singapore lol where I feel stifled and watched. Maybe ‘coz we’re there in Japan so much… I totally understand why the husband feels so comfortable there. Why we return again and again. I guess it’s one of those places where you feel you can be anyone… be yourself. After all, nobody knows who we are there. So I don’t speak their language (tho’ I wish I did) but so what?! …and while I know like all other Asians are judgemental, Japanese are so damn polite they don’t make you too self conscious about being weird. Maybe someday, when we strike that big lottery, we’d buy my dream apt and move there… ok, I guess I’d have to work on the language soon.
Well, here I sit on 23c with nobody next to me for the next three seats. Awesome! I’ve slept for gawd knows how many hours . Only four more hours to go. We’re already in north America somewhere… I’m almost certain I’m NOT gonna’ make my connection but oh well… they’d just have to put me on a later flight… I’d have to see my sweetie pie a couple of hours later. Will I live :D
Friday, February 24, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Time Flies When You're Having Fun
Well, they came and now they've left. The Tay-family's mini gathering here in Bangkok albeit short, was most fun and enjoyable. Being in a kid-friendly hotel like The Oriental made so much of a difference having Emma with us. Then again, at the Oriental, money talks and shit walks. So you know my little Princess of a niece had the best of everything the last few days... of course, she has the best of everything everyday; and the hotel certainly lived up to her standards (and ours, as expected). Her special meals everyday were absolutely delicious lol. The waitresses were awed by her and of course, dad had the time of his life showing his new pride and joy off to everyone :) Strangers were taking pictures of her. It was quite funny.
Despite the crazy happenings in the middle of our vacation ie mom landing up at the hospital, dad and the sil falling in and out of the bad flu that mom had caught from Emma, crazy conversations with the Cambodian traffic mover at the Conrad Hotel (you can't miss him when you drive up to the Conrad), praying dad didn't embarass us by screaming at anyone at the Oriental, dad screaming at the limo girl at the Oriental (lol), practically being 'arrested' at the hotel trying to sneak some fresh durian into the room (that was not only funny, but we saw it coming way too late and by then it was too late to even give it to the cab driver lol) and just insanity that sits by the Tay family when we're together.
All in all, I had a great time and I can't wait to get together with everyone again.
Maybe dad and Kevin will join us in Tokyo in a couple of weeks for an eat-fest lol. If not, I guess we'd go see Emma again in Australia in June/July. That girl is SOOOO adorable. I'm going to put up some short videos of her in the pictures site here so you can check it out.
Now, I have to get ready for my 24 hour relay back home. I'm so not ready for this. If it wasn't for love... lol :D
Despite the crazy happenings in the middle of our vacation ie mom landing up at the hospital, dad and the sil falling in and out of the bad flu that mom had caught from Emma, crazy conversations with the Cambodian traffic mover at the Conrad Hotel (you can't miss him when you drive up to the Conrad), praying dad didn't embarass us by screaming at anyone at the Oriental, dad screaming at the limo girl at the Oriental (lol), practically being 'arrested' at the hotel trying to sneak some fresh durian into the room (that was not only funny, but we saw it coming way too late and by then it was too late to even give it to the cab driver lol) and just insanity that sits by the Tay family when we're together.
All in all, I had a great time and I can't wait to get together with everyone again.
Maybe dad and Kevin will join us in Tokyo in a couple of weeks for an eat-fest lol. If not, I guess we'd go see Emma again in Australia in June/July. That girl is SOOOO adorable. I'm going to put up some short videos of her in the pictures site here so you can check it out.
Now, I have to get ready for my 24 hour relay back home. I'm so not ready for this. If it wasn't for love... lol :D
Saturday, February 18, 2006
If It's Good Enough for Jacques Chirac...
it's good enough for me :D
After a long long flight via Dallas (four hours layover), Narita (2 hr layover but almost missed my connection 'coz I'm an idiot - another story for another day), I finally made it into always-hot-and-humid Bangkok. The flights were fine albeit neverending... I got lucky and only got to share the row of 5 seats with a typically heavy-drinking Japanese businessman. On the flight from Tokyo here, got to share a three seat row with King Kong Bundi (sp?). No, not the real KKB but a very big but very friendly Canadian coming to Thailand for the first time for business. We chatted a lot. I think he was just happy to talk to anyone after an even longer flight then me. He went from Ottawa-Chicago-Tokyo-Bangkok. Better him than me.
Yes, the President of France is here at the Oriental Hotel. I arrived at the hotel at past 1am with security and an airport metal detector starring at me at the entrance of the hotel. He leaves today, I believe and in a couple of days, the King and Queen of Spain arrive. Do I feel special or what. Actually, no. What I feel is bloody safe lol.
Yes, it certainly is good to be back at the Oriental. The only regret, ROMT isn't with me... I wish he was but as I always say, someone's got to be responsible and pay the bills... and buy the big ass lottery ticket we're gonna win in a few hours lol. I miss him... missed him even more trying to fill out customs forms, going through immigration and checking-in here. Having to be responsible for myself just sucks, feels odd and a real pain in the you-know-where :D
Well, I skipped the last meal served on American Airlines and skipped everything on JAL (except the much needed cold cold yummy Japanese ice cream sandwich). I got in, took the coldest shower possible, got the internet connected (missed Bruce all over again) and eventually got some room serice at 3am. AH! Pad Thai from the Oriental. Taste of heaven... or the husband's cooking lol. For some reason though, it just didn't taste perfect without sharing it with Bruce :(
Not much to report yet... the Tay family is enroute here and I'm just hanging out online. I'm still stuffed from my dinner/breakfast so no buffet breakfast this morning lol. I'm looking forward to seeing Emma and dressing her in the little tiny outfits I got her hee hee. (I can hear the husband rolling his eyes lol!!)
More to say in a later post.
I miss my husband...
After a long long flight via Dallas (four hours layover), Narita (2 hr layover but almost missed my connection 'coz I'm an idiot - another story for another day), I finally made it into always-hot-and-humid Bangkok. The flights were fine albeit neverending... I got lucky and only got to share the row of 5 seats with a typically heavy-drinking Japanese businessman. On the flight from Tokyo here, got to share a three seat row with King Kong Bundi (sp?). No, not the real KKB but a very big but very friendly Canadian coming to Thailand for the first time for business. We chatted a lot. I think he was just happy to talk to anyone after an even longer flight then me. He went from Ottawa-Chicago-Tokyo-Bangkok. Better him than me.
Yes, the President of France is here at the Oriental Hotel. I arrived at the hotel at past 1am with security and an airport metal detector starring at me at the entrance of the hotel. He leaves today, I believe and in a couple of days, the King and Queen of Spain arrive. Do I feel special or what. Actually, no. What I feel is bloody safe lol.
Yes, it certainly is good to be back at the Oriental. The only regret, ROMT isn't with me... I wish he was but as I always say, someone's got to be responsible and pay the bills... and buy the big ass lottery ticket we're gonna win in a few hours lol. I miss him... missed him even more trying to fill out customs forms, going through immigration and checking-in here. Having to be responsible for myself just sucks, feels odd and a real pain in the you-know-where :D
Well, I skipped the last meal served on American Airlines and skipped everything on JAL (except the much needed cold cold yummy Japanese ice cream sandwich). I got in, took the coldest shower possible, got the internet connected (missed Bruce all over again) and eventually got some room serice at 3am. AH! Pad Thai from the Oriental. Taste of heaven... or the husband's cooking lol. For some reason though, it just didn't taste perfect without sharing it with Bruce :(
Not much to report yet... the Tay family is enroute here and I'm just hanging out online. I'm still stuffed from my dinner/breakfast so no buffet breakfast this morning
More to say in a later post.
I miss my husband...
Monday, February 06, 2006
Chinese New Year Party 2006
Well, our annual CNY party came and went. It was overall very successful and I'd like to believe everyone had a nice enough time. Food was plentiful and so was booze - with the help from the bottle of Chinese alcohol that Hopie brought which had the boys doing shots in no time. It was fun and funny to see. I resisted as much as I could have done a couple of shots... but someone had to do the clean-up after the party despite having Tracey's (cleaning lady aka bartender for the evening) help. Seeing how these boys obviously know how to party, we've got to have a MUS Class of '80 party here soon :)
A couple of issues however, after this party:
1. When you say you're gonna be at a party, you turn up. When you can't, you call. I think ROMT was a little disappointed when we waited and waited and his principal - the same one who just had a big ass speech at chapel about 'kindness' failed to turn up at the party. Maybe ROMT needs to give a speech about 'courtesy'. :) I guess I'd find out why he didn't turn up. Bruce's guess is: kids' problem. My guess: They forgot. Either way, the party went on...
2. When you go to party and you enter seeing a shitload of shoes at the door, it's understood that you need to remove your shoes. If not, pay attention and THINK. Worst, if the host tells you 'you need to remove your shoes', then bloody hell DO IT! My sil had a problem with this... on the party day itself and the day after when she boldly walked into our house with her damn platform boots with her older daughter in her 2 months old Ugg boots that we got that used to be purple, now gray from dirt and her friend Kara's also dirty boots, into the house. WTF?! On the day of the party, she called to ask if I was gonna' MAKE her take her shoes off. I was adament. 'DUH'!? It's my house and my party! She claimed that her shoes MADE her outfit. I should have told her it would have to be a well fitted bra!! She said she wanted to look taller and slimmer. SHIT! If a pair of damn platforms can make me look taller and slimmer, I'd be the first to be wearing a pair even if it meant vacuuming every damned day. Ok, maybe not, but c'mon!! You've been INVITED to come to a party. You don't phucking ask if you can wear your dirty old shoes into people's house for your own vanity. This is a Chinese household. If you want to wear your shoes, stay home and parade your phucking shoes in your living room all you want! Guess who's written out of the guest list for next year's party?! Hell, women should be thanking me for not having to wear their shoes at the party for a few hours. I for one love my shoes. But if anyone gave me the opportunity to take them off, trust me, they will be off! Tall and/or slim aside, I want to be comfortable. IDIOT!
Okay, there was only supposed to be two issues but I got a call from the sil earlier. This is another issue I have with the general Americans who come and eat at my house. Why is it that everytime you taste something you'd say 'OMG you HAVE to give me this recipe!'. First of all, I don't have a recipe to anything I cook. Second of all, what makes you so sure I even want to share it with you?! I have with certain people but there are just some who just ask and ask and become a pain in the you-know-where. What is it with these white girls?! The sil says I NEED to give her ALL the recipes to ALL the dishes I cooked at the party. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! Just 'coz I don't have a job doesn't mean I love to waste my time either.
So yes, those are my issues. Other than that, I had a ball. I just had to let it out somewhere and what better place then here ;p
A couple of issues however, after this party:
1. When you say you're gonna be at a party, you turn up. When you can't, you call. I think ROMT was a little disappointed when we waited and waited and his principal - the same one who just had a big ass speech at chapel about 'kindness' failed to turn up at the party. Maybe ROMT needs to give a speech about 'courtesy'. :) I guess I'd find out why he didn't turn up. Bruce's guess is: kids' problem. My guess: They forgot. Either way, the party went on...
2. When you go to party and you enter seeing a shitload of shoes at the door, it's understood that you need to remove your shoes. If not, pay attention and THINK. Worst, if the host tells you 'you need to remove your shoes', then bloody hell DO IT! My sil had a problem with this... on the party day itself and the day after when she boldly walked into our house with her damn platform boots with her older daughter in her 2 months old Ugg boots that we got that used to be purple, now gray from dirt and her friend Kara's also dirty boots, into the house. WTF?! On the day of the party, she called to ask if I was gonna' MAKE her take her shoes off. I was adament. 'DUH'!? It's my house and my party! She claimed that her shoes MADE her outfit. I should have told her it would have to be a well fitted bra!! She said she wanted to look taller and slimmer. SHIT! If a pair of damn platforms can make me look taller and slimmer, I'd be the first to be wearing a pair even if it meant vacuuming every damned day. Ok, maybe not, but c'mon!! You've been INVITED to come to a party. You don't phucking ask if you can wear your dirty old shoes into people's house for your own vanity. This is a Chinese household. If you want to wear your shoes, stay home and parade your phucking shoes in your living room all you want! Guess who's written out of the guest list for next year's party?! Hell, women should be thanking me for not having to wear their shoes at the party for a few hours. I for one love my shoes. But if anyone gave me the opportunity to take them off, trust me, they will be off! Tall and/or slim aside, I want to be comfortable. IDIOT!
Okay, there was only supposed to be two issues but I got a call from the sil earlier. This is another issue I have with the general Americans who come and eat at my house. Why is it that everytime you taste something you'd say 'OMG you HAVE to give me this recipe!'. First of all, I don't have a recipe to anything I cook. Second of all, what makes you so sure I even want to share it with you?! I have with certain people but there are just some who just ask and ask and become a pain in the you-know-where. What is it with these white girls?! The sil says I NEED to give her ALL the recipes to ALL the dishes I cooked at the party. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT! Just 'coz I don't have a job doesn't mean I love to waste my time either.
So yes, those are my issues. Other than that, I had a ball. I just had to let it out somewhere and what better place then here ;p
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Gong Xi Fa Cai
It's the year of the dog. It's my year!! I'm going to turn 36 soon. Somehow, that leaves a bad taste in my mouth... or is it from the horrible dinner I had last night?
Gong Xi Fa Cai to me. Maybe for the first time in too-many-years-to-count since I left home at 16 1/2, I am homesick during Chinese New Year? I can just imagine what the whole family is doing now... with all my aunts and uncles, my cousins and their kids. Maybe it's just the fact that the family I married into is not only small but not very family-like. I don't know.
Family gatherings to me while growing up were always filled with laughter and food. Even if it was just another Saturday and my mom would spend the rest of the day at my aunt's playing mahjong. Still, I would have at least a few cousins around with two of three toddlers running around seeking attention. Today, these toddlers are in their 20s and they have different toddlers running around them. There is always some form of activity... some high drama scandal... something, anything. People talk, people laugh... all within a tiny little flat with the smashing of mahjong tiles every few seconds. Orderly chaos. With my in-laws, there is just no human relationship; never mind friendship. As you already know, the mil is insane, the sil is wierd and insane and the bil... well... he's just him. Nothing ever seems to bother him. Maybe that's why it works in their relationship and he hasn't killed the sil yet. So when you get the husband, me and the three of them chararters and the two rowdy and not-so-smart kids together (who at 3 and 5, I STILL can't understand what the phuck they say when they speak) creates just a little annoying baby havoc. Conversations at the table at every gathering with his family goes like this.
Husband to BIL:
Husband: How are you? How is the restaurant?
BIL: Good. Very good. It's always PACKED!
Husband: Oh, great to hear that... while thinking in his head: LIE!!!
Husband to MIL:
Husband: How are you mom? It's good to see you!
MIL: Oh I'm doing great (LIE!!) Thank you for coming out tonight in this weather!
Husband: No response... thinking... you really think we want to be here? You're insane!!
Husband to SIL
Husband: Says nothing... thinking: you are insane!
Sil: Says lots but who's listening?!?
I suppose it's best they don't talk hahahaha! Too many taboo topics.
The above conversations are NOT made up and NOT exaggerated. Honestly! They are real conversations that go on at EVERY get-together we have... about three times a year. Hey, no family is perfect :D We did however do the good deed for the year 2006. We invited the sil and bil to our Chinese New Year next weekend. Lots of booze, lots of food. Eat that weight-watchers lol!!
Gong Xi Fa Cai to me. What should I do today? Haven't got anyone to visit. No one's gonna' be visiting us. Hmmm... I've got to do something to lift my spirits. None of this bitter taste, bitter feeling should be sitting in me. Not especially on the first day of MY year... something sweet. Yes, I should have something sweet. That's supposed to help. A call back home. That should do the trick hee hee.
Gong Xi Fa Cai to me. Maybe for the first time in too-many-years-to-count since I left home at 16 1/2, I am homesick during Chinese New Year? I can just imagine what the whole family is doing now... with all my aunts and uncles, my cousins and their kids. Maybe it's just the fact that the family I married into is not only small but not very family-like. I don't know.
Family gatherings to me while growing up were always filled with laughter and food. Even if it was just another Saturday and my mom would spend the rest of the day at my aunt's playing mahjong. Still, I would have at least a few cousins around with two of three toddlers running around seeking attention. Today, these toddlers are in their 20s and they have different toddlers running around them. There is always some form of activity... some high drama scandal... something, anything. People talk, people laugh... all within a tiny little flat with the smashing of mahjong tiles every few seconds. Orderly chaos. With my in-laws, there is just no human relationship; never mind friendship. As you already know, the mil is insane, the sil is wierd and insane and the bil... well... he's just him. Nothing ever seems to bother him. Maybe that's why it works in their relationship and he hasn't killed the sil yet. So when you get the husband, me and the three of them chararters and the two rowdy and not-so-smart kids together (who at 3 and 5, I STILL can't understand what the phuck they say when they speak) creates just a little annoying baby havoc. Conversations at the table at every gathering with his family goes like this.
Husband to BIL:
Husband: How are you? How is the restaurant?
BIL: Good. Very good. It's always PACKED!
Husband: Oh, great to hear that... while thinking in his head: LIE!!!
Husband to MIL:
Husband: How are you mom? It's good to see you!
MIL: Oh I'm doing great (LIE!!) Thank you for coming out tonight in this weather!
Husband: No response... thinking... you really think we want to be here? You're insane!!
Husband to SIL
Husband: Says nothing... thinking: you are insane!
Sil: Says lots but who's listening?!?
I suppose it's best they don't talk hahahaha! Too many taboo topics.
The above conversations are NOT made up and NOT exaggerated. Honestly! They are real conversations that go on at EVERY get-together we have... about three times a year. Hey, no family is perfect :D We did however do the good deed for the year 2006. We invited the sil and bil to our Chinese New Year next weekend. Lots of booze, lots of food. Eat that weight-watchers lol!!
Gong Xi Fa Cai to me. What should I do today? Haven't got anyone to visit. No one's gonna' be visiting us. Hmmm... I've got to do something to lift my spirits. None of this bitter taste, bitter feeling should be sitting in me. Not especially on the first day of MY year... something sweet. Yes, I should have something sweet. That's supposed to help. A call back home. That should do the trick hee hee.
I Have Disgraced My Own People
Last night, the close to the year of the rooster, we ended up at sorry ass PF Chang's. Yes, we knew no smart Chinese would spend the last day of the year there (thus the heading of this piece)... but since it was the mil's birthday, and it is her favourite restaurant, the sil picked the restaurant. Before I go on, I have a bone to pick. I'd like to add that no matter which restaurant we end up picking... no matter if it's 30 mins drive away from my mil's home or like last night, less then 5, she is always late. Not by just 5 or 10 mins I might add. No, age cannot be an excuse. Neither can a new hip, bad knees or insanity. It's beginning to become a rather rude tradition in my eye and I honestly think she's playing it in her favor! No one would ever say anything to her of course. Why?! 'Coz she'd get defensive... then break down and cry. It's a routine now. What an irritating thing to do on purpose! No, her time is certainly not more important that mine and vice versa. So why should I be sitting there waiting on her and her new hip to arrive!? Arrgh!
Back to my most hated restaurant in the world (standing right next to the my most hated cheap shopping place in the world, Walmart), it would be the last time ever in the next three lifetimes of mine would I ever step into that wanna-be- restaurant that cooks wanna-be-so-called-food again. What a bad close to a good year!
It was pouring outside - my ideal weather. Unfortunately, nothing else was quite ideal. The food sucked! OMG, I used to enjoy a meal even at PF Chang's. The sweet and sour pork was good - in Tempe, AZ - and that's about it. But last night, I ordered the beef chow fun, the husband ordered the steamed salmon (so did the sil) and the bil ordered the Singapore fried noodles. Nothing, and I mean nothing, tasted even close to edible. The chow fun (which is supposed to be wider rice noodles not the narrow ones that is used for soup based dishes) was cooked with cheap diluted and too-salty dark soy sauce (which dark soy sauce is usually not), bad grade of beef that was cut thick and chewy. The salmon was overcooked and absolutely tasteless... the Singapore noodle which even I have come to appreciate in this country, had practically no ingrediants in it other than vermicelli and curry powder. WTF?!?! This is at a restaurant that was packed with people still waiting to be seated when we were leaving at 8:30pm in the midst of a heavy rainstorm!! Granted, it's a westernized Chinese restaurant with much nicer ambiance then many restaurants in Memphis. But my goodness, the food tasted like it was cooked by someone trying to cook (Chinese food) for the first time and failing really really badly. It was awful! It tasted bad bad BAD! Yes, I admit, I do have high standards when it comes to Chinese food; but I have also had good American Chinese food. Last night's food was beyond bad. It was simply BAD FOOD! Obviously, people who LOVE PF Chang's know nothing about good tasting food, never mind Chinese food or not.
To top it off, I had cranky 3 year old birthday girl Mackenzie pee on my nice Eileen Fisher pants. She is THREE!!! WTF?! If she's not toilet-trained then for crying out loud, wear phucking diapers!! No apologies from her mother. Why am I not surprised. She is the mother of the two kids who don't know how to say 'thank you', don't know how to say 'please', don't know how to say much I suppose. However, they sure know how to say 'I WANT, I WANT, I WANT!' very well!
I left dinner rather bitter and certainly still hungry. No sympathy from the husband who upon returning home, went straight back upstairs to his computer - as usual. I guess I never explained to him just how important last night was supposed to be. Well, I never had to. Things just went the way I made them... until last night since it coincided with the two birthdays. It's vital, what the Chinese call the eve of the Chinese New Year, 'the reunion dinner' to be filled with happy conversations at the table. No, not conversation like my sil had with the waitress (and me) about weight-watchers and about how much weight she's lost or how many points each dish has (and how much she can afford to eat) and how much weight each of her friends has lost. I don't phucking care!! I think it's rather insensitive! ...telling this to a fat girl. Sheesh... these skinny white bitches just can't even retain a brain in them to understand what sensitivity is, can they!? Never mind weight watchers. Try some brain teasers!! ...yes, the 'reunion dinner' should not only go out with a bang; everyone should be happy and there should always be plenty of each person's favourite food on the table... with leftovers for tomorrow, ie the next year. ...and in my family (and a lot others), that's when the head of the family gives out red packets to everyone, right down to the maids. But... what did I expect. It certainly isn't the husband's fault he doesn't understand the importance of the reunion dinner and how it should be. My own father doesn't even know everything and he's freakin' Chinese!! But I blame me and my own big mouth. We were supposed to go to Asian Palace last night. But I'd brought up the fact that Asian Palace would be packed - since anyone with a brain who wants Chinese food in the Memphis area would/should be there. Certainly everyone celebration the reunion dinner and wasn't cooking a feast at home would be there. I just couldn't picture us sitting there with prolong silence and annoyance waiting on food. So... not only did I get to close my year with bad food, be embarassed to be seen at that restaurant with not that great blah- company... I came home hungry, played SIMS on my Nintendo DS then went to sleep. Happy New Year to me.
Back to the sorry ass restaurant... anyone I know reading this, if you ever want Americanized Chinese food again, go anywhere; anywhere except PF Chang's. You want a nice atmosphere with your Chinese food, take-out some from a good restaurant and eat at home. If not, don't do Chinese. PF Chang's is just a place that people who don't know food and don't care what food tastes like go.
Back to my most hated restaurant in the world (standing right next to the my most hated cheap shopping place in the world, Walmart), it would be the last time ever in the next three lifetimes of mine would I ever step into that wanna-be- restaurant that cooks wanna-be-so-called-food again. What a bad close to a good year!
It was pouring outside - my ideal weather. Unfortunately, nothing else was quite ideal. The food sucked! OMG, I used to enjoy a meal even at PF Chang's. The sweet and sour pork was good - in Tempe, AZ - and that's about it. But last night, I ordered the beef chow fun, the husband ordered the steamed salmon (so did the sil) and the bil ordered the Singapore fried noodles. Nothing, and I mean nothing, tasted even close to edible. The chow fun (which is supposed to be wider rice noodles not the narrow ones that is used for soup based dishes) was cooked with cheap diluted and too-salty dark soy sauce (which dark soy sauce is usually not), bad grade of beef that was cut thick and chewy. The salmon was overcooked and absolutely tasteless... the Singapore noodle which even I have come to appreciate in this country, had practically no ingrediants in it other than vermicelli and curry powder. WTF?!?! This is at a restaurant that was packed with people still waiting to be seated when we were leaving at 8:30pm in the midst of a heavy rainstorm!! Granted, it's a westernized Chinese restaurant with much nicer ambiance then many restaurants in Memphis. But my goodness, the food tasted like it was cooked by someone trying to cook (Chinese food) for the first time and failing really really badly. It was awful! It tasted bad bad BAD! Yes, I admit, I do have high standards when it comes to Chinese food; but I have also had good American Chinese food. Last night's food was beyond bad. It was simply BAD FOOD! Obviously, people who LOVE PF Chang's know nothing about good tasting food, never mind Chinese food or not.
To top it off, I had cranky 3 year old birthday girl Mackenzie pee on my nice Eileen Fisher pants. She is THREE!!! WTF?! If she's not toilet-trained then for crying out loud, wear phucking diapers!! No apologies from her mother. Why am I not surprised. She is the mother of the two kids who don't know how to say 'thank you', don't know how to say 'please', don't know how to say much I suppose. However, they sure know how to say 'I WANT, I WANT, I WANT!' very well!
I left dinner rather bitter and certainly still hungry. No sympathy from the husband who upon returning home, went straight back upstairs to his computer - as usual. I guess I never explained to him just how important last night was supposed to be. Well, I never had to. Things just went the way I made them... until last night since it coincided with the two birthdays. It's vital, what the Chinese call the eve of the Chinese New Year, 'the reunion dinner' to be filled with happy conversations at the table. No, not conversation like my sil had with the waitress (and me) about weight-watchers and about how much weight she's lost or how many points each dish has (and how much she can afford to eat) and how much weight each of her friends has lost. I don't phucking care!! I think it's rather insensitive! ...telling this to a fat girl. Sheesh... these skinny white bitches just can't even retain a brain in them to understand what sensitivity is, can they!? Never mind weight watchers. Try some brain teasers!! ...yes, the 'reunion dinner' should not only go out with a bang; everyone should be happy and there should always be plenty of each person's favourite food on the table... with leftovers for tomorrow, ie the next year. ...and in my family (and a lot others), that's when the head of the family gives out red packets to everyone, right down to the maids. But... what did I expect. It certainly isn't the husband's fault he doesn't understand the importance of the reunion dinner and how it should be. My own father doesn't even know everything and he's freakin' Chinese!! But I blame me and my own big mouth. We were supposed to go to Asian Palace last night. But I'd brought up the fact that Asian Palace would be packed - since anyone with a brain who wants Chinese food in the Memphis area would/should be there. Certainly everyone celebration the reunion dinner and wasn't cooking a feast at home would be there. I just couldn't picture us sitting there with prolong silence and annoyance waiting on food. So... not only did I get to close my year with bad food, be embarassed to be seen at that restaurant with not that great blah- company... I came home hungry, played SIMS on my Nintendo DS then went to sleep. Happy New Year to me.
Back to the sorry ass restaurant... anyone I know reading this, if you ever want Americanized Chinese food again, go anywhere; anywhere except PF Chang's. You want a nice atmosphere with your Chinese food, take-out some from a good restaurant and eat at home. If not, don't do Chinese. PF Chang's is just a place that people who don't know food and don't care what food tastes like go.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Theme: Stupid Part II
If you haven't read Theme: Stupid Part I, read it first. I assume by now that you have at least watched one episode of Flavor of Love. Everybody has VH1. Ok, not everyone... but still... well, we certainly have!
If you have, do you noticed just how stupid the show's producer's are? I mean, I assume it's the work of art of this person (or a bunch of bigger idiots). After the first half of the show, they'd tell you to stay tune for the elimination round. Oooh, who will get voted out. Stay tune... stay tune... with a blink of an eye, the next second, they play next week's highlights. Now, if you're any normal person like Bruce and I, you'd watch next week's highlights and see who isn't in the episode. DUH!? Hello!? We already know who's being voted out lol. You have to laugh though... I mean, that's why we watch it. To see how much more stupid can the show get. Hey, sorry ass Red Oyster is still in it. So is Hoopz, Smiley, Hottie, Goldie (SHE IS ARSENIO IN DRAG!!! WE JUST KNOW IT!!!), Punkin', New York (the most horrible bitch out of the bunch of idiotic bithches) and hmmm... maybe it's just six left. Either way, it's a hilarious show!
Last week, Flav took sweetie to a very romantic dinner date. Guess where?! HAHAHAHA! Red phucking sorry ass Lobster! OMG! Bruce and I were practically crying. I mean, we know Flav is honestly sincere about loving Red Lobster hahaha! ...and did you see how much salt he puts in every mouthful of food?! Including salting every single piece of cucumber slice!?! Last night, Flav fell asleep on Red Oyster hahaha! You should have seen her face. How can any one of these women want to live with this man or claim they are in love with him? I don't get it. ...and he can't be rich... and that can't be his real house... nor bodyguard... nor limo... I mean... these women are just horrible horrible people!
Poor stupid Flav...
If you have, do you noticed just how stupid the show's producer's are? I mean, I assume it's the work of art of this person (or a bunch of bigger idiots). After the first half of the show, they'd tell you to stay tune for the elimination round. Oooh, who will get voted out. Stay tune... stay tune... with a blink of an eye, the next second, they play next week's highlights. Now, if you're any normal person like Bruce and I, you'd watch next week's highlights and see who isn't in the episode. DUH!? Hello!? We already know who's being voted out lol. You have to laugh though... I mean, that's why we watch it. To see how much more stupid can the show get. Hey, sorry ass Red Oyster is still in it. So is Hoopz, Smiley, Hottie, Goldie (SHE IS ARSENIO IN DRAG!!! WE JUST KNOW IT!!!), Punkin', New York (the most horrible bitch out of the bunch of idiotic bithches) and hmmm... maybe it's just six left. Either way, it's a hilarious show!
Last week, Flav took sweetie to a very romantic dinner date. Guess where?! HAHAHAHA! Red phucking sorry ass Lobster! OMG! Bruce and I were practically crying. I mean, we know Flav is honestly sincere about loving Red Lobster hahaha! ...and did you see how much salt he puts in every mouthful of food?! Including salting every single piece of cucumber slice!?! Last night, Flav fell asleep on Red Oyster hahaha! You should have seen her face. How can any one of these women want to live with this man or claim they are in love with him? I don't get it. ...and he can't be rich... and that can't be his real house... nor bodyguard... nor limo... I mean... these women are just horrible horrible people!
Poor stupid Flav...
Monday, January 02, 2006
Theme: STUPID
You want a good laugh and something to bitch throughout another stupid reality show? Join us to watch 'The Flavor of Love', starring noneother than hottie (YUK!) Flavor Flav and a line of 30 (now 25 after the first episode) even more stupid (hard to imagine eh?) women.
We missed the first 18 minutes of the show (no worries, we have recorded the rerun episode that was aired two hours later lol) but when we tuned in, Flav was naming the girls. Yup, these girls were to disregard their own names and have dumbass FF give them names like 'Oyster', 'Serious', 'Picasso', 'Goldie'... yes, he names all thirty of them. It's hilariously stupid and the husband and I thoroughly enjoyed laughing HARD. I don't know that many of you an stomach an hour of it... but c'mon, be a sport!
To match the show, they had to air advertisements for the audiance who'd actually watch this show. Obviously, stupid ads!! It's amazing! I mean, for real! Obviously, the people at VH1 really know their audience!
I'm sure the first episode of 'The Flavor of Love' will telecast another 40 times before the second one comes on next Sunday. Go for it! It'll make you feel like Einstein after a minute of it lol.
We missed the first 18 minutes of the show (no worries, we have recorded the rerun episode that was aired two hours later lol) but when we tuned in, Flav was naming the girls. Yup, these girls were to disregard their own names and have dumbass FF give them names like 'Oyster', 'Serious', 'Picasso', 'Goldie'... yes, he names all thirty of them. It's hilariously stupid and the husband and I thoroughly enjoyed laughing HARD. I don't know that many of you an stomach an hour of it... but c'mon, be a sport!
To match the show, they had to air advertisements for the audiance who'd actually watch this show. Obviously, stupid ads!! It's amazing! I mean, for real! Obviously, the people at VH1 really know their audience!
I'm sure the first episode of 'The Flavor of Love' will telecast another 40 times before the second one comes on next Sunday. Go for it! It'll make you feel like Einstein after a minute of it lol.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Another One Bites The Dust
Another divorce.
I just got off the phone with my college room-mate. What can I say...
I received a not-so-happy email from Melody last night accusing me of not keeping in contact. Now Melody and I have were roomies for a year in college. We got along well and had fun. She wasn't exactly the partying type of girl but she was a good enough room-mate and we laughed a lot together. She wasn't the most well liked girl on campus but I liked her. She was nice to me. I was probably the first non-American she'd ever come across and I doubt she's met many more since me. She tolerated my insanity and I tolerated her mess - how, I don't even know. We always got along well - even when we hated each other's guts. It's hard to explain. But it's easy to recognize our difference once you walk into our rooms. Her side of the wall is filled with Disney characters and mine, well, mine was filled with half naked men (hey, I'm the normal one here! :D). We email and chat online once in awhile but certainly not religiously. Needless to say when I got this email I was a little surprised. I wrote back and gave her a brief update of my life and asked the same of her. Well, I got a shock this morning when I read that she, like the rest of my other high school and college girlfriends, is getting a divorce.
Of course I called her immediately. A little worried. I've never met her husband but the few times I have communicated with him on the phone, he's never come across as being 'nice'. She answered the phone sounding suspicious. I was using my calling card so it probably read a Denver number. "KAREN!!", she screamed immediately recognizing the way I yell 'Melody!'. She still talks like she's home for the weekend from school and updating me on her life in in-the-middle-of-nowhere-vernon, connecticut. Thirteen years have swooshed by. Wow, how I have changed and like-to-believe, progressed, and how she err... hasn't. She's got a graduate degree in horticulture. Yet, since graduation, she's been working at the Disney Store - big shock there, NOT! Then she started telling me how HOT Mark is... uh oh, I just knew where the conversation was heading. "MELODY, YOU CHEATED ON YOUR HUSBAND!?" She laughs.... I repeated my question. A little amused to be honest. I just can't understand why my friends have all gone down the same path. ...and to be honest, it's rather demoralizing. Meloday makes it number... gawd who can keep track of all of my friends who have cheated on their husbands and/or getting a divorce. What is it with these girls I know!?!? Then she told me how she lost 80 pounds since April this year blah blah blah. WOW! Granted, it's a lot of weight (it's practically one whole person!). But she's known this Mark fella (apparently) for the last ten years! Doesn't that say something about him??? Oh well, what can I say. She says I won't understand. Little does she know, from all the crap I've heard all my girlfriends tell me, I understand better then anyone else out there. Yes, she married a 50 year old man beyond his years whom she shouldn't have and wants out. I get that. But she didn't have to wait till she lost 80 pounds and slept with another man to do that! Sad...
It makes me wonder about women who get married out of pressure. I know some of these girls I know certainly did. I also know some married girlfriends who aren't the most sensitive when putting a question across. Why do married women make single women believe that being married would make everything better? Worst, why would our parents make me believe that? LOL! Yes, sometimes, if you're lucky, life really is better. I got lucky! VERY LUCKY! Still, not every women, obviously, gets to be like me - and realizes it. So why are we made to feel that we need to have a man in our lives? Why are we made to feel once hitched, it's time to have a baby?! You have no idea how many times my married friends with kids tell me to stop 'posing' and go start a family. I HAVE A FAMILY! It's Bruce and I. We have a full night's rest every night and we're happy.
If you have a single girlfriend out there, don't try and set her up. Please don't ask her why she's single because either she wants to be single or she obviously doesn't know the answer to that stupid question. People are sometimes quite contented with where they are. Ever thought of that? No need to mess them up. Keep your 'good deeds' to yourselves. Otherwise it won't be too long before someone else get another girlfriend calling or emailing them about another rendezvous or ugly divorce procedure.
I just got off the phone with my college room-mate. What can I say...
I received a not-so-happy email from Melody last night accusing me of not keeping in contact. Now Melody and I have were roomies for a year in college. We got along well and had fun. She wasn't exactly the partying type of girl but she was a good enough room-mate and we laughed a lot together. She wasn't the most well liked girl on campus but I liked her. She was nice to me. I was probably the first non-American she'd ever come across and I doubt she's met many more since me. She tolerated my insanity and I tolerated her mess - how, I don't even know. We always got along well - even when we hated each other's guts. It's hard to explain. But it's easy to recognize our difference once you walk into our rooms. Her side of the wall is filled with Disney characters and mine, well, mine was filled with half naked men (hey, I'm the normal one here! :D). We email and chat online once in awhile but certainly not religiously. Needless to say when I got this email I was a little surprised. I wrote back and gave her a brief update of my life and asked the same of her. Well, I got a shock this morning when I read that she, like the rest of my other high school and college girlfriends, is getting a divorce
Of course I called her immediately. A little worried. I've never met her husband but the few times I have communicated with him on the phone, he's never come across as being 'nice'. She answered the phone sounding suspicious. I was using my calling card so it probably read a Denver number. "KAREN!!", she screamed immediately recognizing the way I yell 'Melody!'. She still talks like she's home for the weekend from school and updating me on her life in in-the-middle-of-nowhere-vernon, connecticut. Thirteen years have swooshed by. Wow, how I have changed and like-to-believe, progressed, and how she err... hasn't. She's got a graduate degree in horticulture. Yet, since graduation, she's been working at the Disney Store - big shock there, NOT! Then she started telling me how HOT Mark is... uh oh, I just knew where the conversation was heading. "MELODY, YOU CHEATED ON YOUR HUSBAND!?" She laughs...
It makes me wonder about women who get married out of pressure. I know some of these girls I know certainly did. I also know some married girlfriends who aren't the most sensitive when putting a question across. Why do married women make single women believe that being married would make everything better? Worst, why would our parents make me believe that? LOL! Yes, sometimes, if you're lucky, life really is better. I got lucky! VERY LUCKY! Still, not every women, obviously, gets to be like me - and realizes it. So why are we made to feel that we need to have a man in our lives? Why are we made to feel once hitched, it's time to have a baby?! You have no idea how many times my married friends with kids tell me to stop 'posing' and go start a family. I HAVE A FAMILY! It's Bruce and I. We have a full night's rest every night and we're happy.
If you have a single girlfriend out there, don't try and set her up. Please don't ask her why she's single because either she wants to be single or she obviously doesn't know the answer to that stupid question. People are sometimes quite contented with where they are. Ever thought of that? No need to mess them up. Keep your 'good deeds' to yourselves. Otherwise it won't be too long before someone else get another girlfriend calling or emailing them about another rendezvous or ugly divorce procedure.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Why I Can't Shop At Walmart Anymore
I cannot shop at Walmart anymore - not in 10 lifetimes. We just returned from getting some hangers there and it's been at least six months since I was last there. Tonight, my final time shopping there has reminded me why I will not be seen back there ever again? No, I cannot let myself ever shop at Walmart ever again. Not in ten lifetimes! No... not because those stupid Christians on TV actually took out airtime to tell us not to - what do they know, they believe in freakin' fairies! Not because it's now a little farther away from us since we have a second, even bigger and fancier Target closer to our house... and it certainly is not because it is probably the cheapest place in town to buy ANYTHING. I just can't shop at Walmart anymore because:
1. I feel like I'm in New Orleans after the hurricane DURING looting
2. I don't feel like I'm actually shopping in the US nor any civilized nation
3. People working there don't have the attention span of a 3 yr old - they can't
check you out without talking to the cashier three aisles away or the last
customer they'd just checked out
4a. They have an "Express Lane" for customers buying 20 items or less (95 percent of the people have 20 items or less). That means you can choose between the Express Line (with 28 people waiting) or the other lines (with 3 people each with 472 items). Nice choice...
4b. The people in the Express lane can pay with coins, third party checks, coupons, gift certificates, currency they printed on inkjet printers, and anything else they can barter.
4c. The Express Lane has this sign posted: "Only 20 Itmes Please". While I appreciate the courteous use of "please", I wish they would have spelled it "pleeze" to keep with Walmart's Holiday Illiteracy theme.
5. I can't deal with shopping with hobos
6. I don't respect people who buy candle warmers so can keep their rooms scented
without burning their candles
7. I don't respect people who try to save every cent and buy a potato peeler that
peels them curly fries
8. I don't need to save 30 cents per shopping trip
9. I don't want to be shot if I honk at a moronic driver in the parking lot
10. It's a suckie shopping experiance no matter the time of the day
11. I prefer quality versus quantity
12. Target is SOOO much nicer (and it's not even that nice)!
It's so bad ROMT is even thinking of dropping our Sam's Club membership and moving to Costco. It's a sad day when we think about leaving Sam's Club, not because it's bad, but because it sits next to Walmart.
1. I feel like I'm in New Orleans after the hurricane DURING looting
2. I don't feel like I'm actually shopping in the US nor any civilized nation
3. People working there don't have the attention span of a 3 yr old - they can't
check you out without talking to the cashier three aisles away or the last
customer they'd just checked out
4a. They have an "Express Lane" for customers buying 20 items or less (95 percent of the people have 20 items or less). That means you can choose between the Express Line (with 28 people waiting) or the other lines (with 3 people each with 472 items). Nice choice...
4b. The people in the Express lane can pay with coins, third party checks, coupons, gift certificates, currency they printed on inkjet printers, and anything else they can barter.
4c. The Express Lane has this sign posted: "Only 20 Itmes Please". While I appreciate the courteous use of "please", I wish they would have spelled it "pleeze" to keep with Walmart's Holiday Illiteracy theme.
5. I can't deal with shopping with hobos
6. I don't respect people who buy candle warmers so can keep their rooms scented
without burning their candles
7. I don't respect people who try to save every cent and buy a potato peeler that
peels them curly fries
8. I don't need to save 30 cents per shopping trip
9. I don't want to be shot if I honk at a moronic driver in the parking lot
10. It's a suckie shopping experiance no matter the time of the day
11. I prefer quality versus quantity
12. Target is SOOO much nicer (and it's not even that nice)!
It's so bad ROMT is even thinking of dropping our Sam's Club membership and moving to Costco. It's a sad day when we think about leaving Sam's Club, not because it's bad, but because it sits next to Walmart.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Are Most Foreign Women Cheap?
Ok you don't have to diss me and send me mean email. I'm a foreigner so I have every right to right to talk about 'us'.
I'm hosting a Christmas Party for the formerly-abroad group. This group is made up of Americans who have formerly lived abroad (ok I guess American women are also referred to in this article), foreigners like me who have married Americans and now live here, as well as foreign women (mostly Europeans) who are here with their husbands who are working temporarily in Memphis. Now this group of women are hardly impoverished by any standards. Most of them don't work... nor need to have a job... and most of them have older teenage kids - ok I hang with a bunch of cheap old bitches. The party is in less then a week and I find these women trying hard as they can to stinge. Whether it's their time on making a dish for the potluck luncheon or buying something as cheaply as possible from the store. I just don't understand them. While I don't expect everyone to spend 5 hours in the kitchen to make a fancy dish (this is after all, America), I also don't expect them to bring 'everyday-crap' to be served in my kitchen. It's a Christmas party for crying out loud!
Let me say that I have no objections as far as people buying something from the store for the convenience. But for goodness sakes, know what you're buying. Quality vs quantity. I, myself, am getting a whole roast duck from the local Chinese restaurant. It's the best in town (but that's only because I now can't be arsed to cook for a bunch of women who don't seem to appreciate the fact that I am going through SOME trouble to host their damn party). The husband has been so sweet and thoughtul to voluntarily get me an outdoor heater in case the party leads us out there for some reason (you never know with a bunch of women all liquored up; yeah, we've seen how those Austrians act when they're on the train to Budapest). So far, I have gotten many enthusiastic emails announcing who's attending and telling me of the salad dishes they're bringing. Oh come on!! What is it with these white women and their freakin' disgusting salads?!?!?! A couple of casseroles (which beats everything else), three salads and two dessert platters later (and yes, I can assure you these darn dessert platters will not be of my gourmand expectation; Costco if we're lucky), I'm stressed out. Why can't people just put in some effort?!? Did the chairperson not say in her 'invitation, 'bring your FAVOURITE dish'?! Arrgh, it just annoys the hell out of me! Someone emailed today and advised that they're bringing egg salad. Ok, it's a fellow Asian. She's Korean. I'm about to scream and pull out all my hair here... "EGG SALAD?!?!?! OHMYPHUCKINGGAWD!!! I emailed back suggesting she brought something party'ish and maybe even Korean if she cooks. I'm done. She's bringing phucking kimchee. Is she dense?!?! I didin't email back. ...she can jolly well sit by the corner with the stinky kimchee all by her damn self!
Ok, so maybe not all white girls will bring salad and we, foriegners are not just this bunch of losers. But I miss good potlucks. The good cooks and one pushy-always -filled-with-great-suggestions-what-people-should-cook-always-hungry-person I know have all moved away :( I'm just used to having a potluck where all 20 women bring delicious food enough for 90 men - never mind these skinny little bitches who all nibble on their food like rabbits and swear they have to go on a diet. Bloody annoying.
This will be the last time I'm going to volunteer for this group of cheap sorry asses.
I'm hosting a Christmas Party for the formerly-abroad group. This group is made up of Americans who have formerly lived abroad (ok I guess American women are also referred to in this article), foreigners like me who have married Americans and now live here, as well as foreign women (mostly Europeans) who are here with their husbands who are working temporarily in Memphis. Now this group of women are hardly impoverished by any standards. Most of them don't work... nor need to have a job... and most of them have older teenage kids - ok I hang with a bunch of cheap old bitches. The party is in less then a week and I find these women trying hard as they can to stinge. Whether it's their time on making a dish for the potluck luncheon or buying something as cheaply as possible from the store. I just don't understand them. While I don't expect everyone to spend 5 hours in the kitchen to make a fancy dish (this is after all, America), I also don't expect them to bring 'everyday-crap' to be served in my kitchen. It's a Christmas party for crying out loud!
Let me say that I have no objections as far as people buying something from the store for the convenience. But for goodness sakes, know what you're buying. Quality vs quantity. I, myself, am getting a whole roast duck from the local Chinese restaurant. It's the best in town (but that's only because I now can't be arsed to cook for a bunch of women who don't seem to appreciate the fact that I am going through SOME trouble to host their damn party). The husband has been so sweet and thoughtul to voluntarily get me an outdoor heater in case the party leads us out there for some reason (you never know with a bunch of women all liquored up; yeah, we've seen how those Austrians act when they're on the train to Budapest). So far, I have gotten many enthusiastic emails announcing who's attending and telling me of the salad dishes they're bringing. Oh come on!! What is it with these white women and their freakin' disgusting salads?!?!?! A couple of casseroles (which beats everything else), three salads and two dessert platters later (and yes, I can assure you these darn dessert platters will not be of my gourmand expectation; Costco if we're lucky), I'm stressed out. Why can't people just put in some effort?!? Did the chairperson not say in her 'invitation, 'bring your FAVOURITE dish'?! Arrgh, it just annoys the hell out of me! Someone emailed today and advised that they're bringing egg salad. Ok, it's a fellow Asian. She's Korean. I'm about to scream and pull out all my hair here... "EGG SALAD?!?!?! OHMYPHUCKINGGAWD!!! I emailed back suggesting she brought something party'ish and maybe even Korean if she cooks. I'm done. She's bringing phucking kimchee. Is she dense?!?! I didin't email back. ...she can jolly well sit by the corner with the stinky kimchee all by her damn self!
Ok, so maybe not all white girls will bring salad and we, foriegners are not just this bunch of losers. But I miss good potlucks. The good cooks and one pushy-always -filled-with-great-suggestions-what-people-should-cook-always-hungry-person I know have all moved away :( I'm just used to having a potluck where all 20 women bring delicious food enough for 90 men - never mind these skinny little bitches who all nibble on their food like rabbits and swear they have to go on a diet. Bloody annoying.
This will be the last time I'm going to volunteer for this group of cheap sorry asses.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Travelling With My Man
Well, after a day's rest at home, unpacking, doing some light laundry and some light cleaning - like I said, I came home to a not only clean but very neat house, there wasn't much that was needed to do, I was back at the Memphis airport. Thankfully, it's back to my regular routine, travelling internationally with Bruce. It's just SO much nicer and stress free when I have Bruce on my side. He does everything right down to filling in my immigration and customs forms. Thus he's the one usually stressed and mentally tired... but I think he enjoys it. Ok, he's going to deny it but he's the man lol. Ok, I'm just a plain lazy ass :)
We're in Tokyo! Happy Thanksgiving everyone. The mil isn't impressed that we are once again 'running away' from having a 'family-thanksgiving', but we are! The twosome Ryan-style Thanksgiving - SUSHI! Mmmm. We celebrated ours at our never-fail-to-please Sushi Cho. I would recommended it to anyone coming to Tokyo but you would probably never find it lol. I'm still dreaming of my sweet sweet uni. YUM!
I should get back to sleep. The clock on my computer says 1:10pm Memphis time so if I want this annoying cold to go away, I should try and get into some form of sleep schedule while I'm here. Meanwhile, Bruce the man is deep in sleep, resting his big big brain ready for another day in a few hours.
We're in Tokyo! Happy Thanksgiving everyone. The mil isn't impressed that we are once again 'running away' from having a 'family-thanksgiving', but we are! The twosome Ryan-style Thanksgiving - SUSHI! Mmmm. We celebrated ours at our never-fail-to-please Sushi Cho. I would recommended it to anyone coming to Tokyo but you would probably never find it lol. I'm still dreaming of my sweet sweet uni. YUM!
I should get back to sleep. The clock on my computer says 1:10pm Memphis time so if I want this annoying cold to go away, I should try and get into some form of sleep schedule while I'm here. Meanwhile, Bruce the man is deep in sleep, resting his big big brain ready for another day in a few hours.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Australians in Australia... YUK!
The Aussies I have encountered in my recent and past numerous trips to Oz just hasn't been very postive. From their airline and their customer service to the customs and immigration staff, their local cab drivers (not taking in consideration the immigrant cab drivers who are quiet and scary everywhere) are rude driving around cabs that should have been done away with eons ago... the wait staff at even good restaurants (and I'm not even talking about the generally rude Asians at good Chinese restaurants!) are at best not at all impressive and personality and smiling doesn't seem to be big with them either. Australians are just generally not very nice people in their own country. Yes, they're laid back quote unquote, lazy. The pace in the country is slow, read S-L-O-W and if you like many Asians think the US is backward in many aspects (and we are!), we have already beat one continent.
With the major influx of Asian tourist and settlers, we still get treated like shit over there. I just don't understand why people continue to visit and stay. Maybe 'coz there are too many of those Mainlanders who give us foriegn Chinese a bad name lol. Gotta' find an excuse for ourselves... :D
I never look forward to going to Melbourne despite the love of being in any city for good shopping. I go only 'coz my family insists on vacationing there. They know my love for both Singapore and Australia can only extend 'that' far. After all, I can get here anything I want from Oz - even nougat lol. Okay, maybe not the awesomely delicious apple streudal pie from Perth - but it's been years since I had those so I guess I can live without them after all.
My visit to Melbourne this time is about the only time I've had fun. But it wasn't the city that made it any more exciting then the last 20 visits. It was only 'coz of EKT that Melbourne's been tolerable. Spending a good quality seven days with mom was also nice after a year's break. It's nice to be appreciated and not being called fat names. She even said my eye brows looks nice lol! Maybe it's the crappy city Melbourne air already infested with big ass flies in mid November.
Maybe dad will come to his sense and get rid of the apt there... get one say in, Hawaii or SF or NYC :) Hey a girl can dream can't she :)
With the major influx of Asian tourist and settlers, we still get treated like shit over there. I just don't understand why people continue to visit and stay. Maybe 'coz there are too many of those Mainlanders who give us foriegn Chinese a bad name lol. Gotta' find an excuse for ourselves... :D
I never look forward to going to Melbourne despite the love of being in any city for good shopping. I go only 'coz my family insists on vacationing there. They know my love for both Singapore and Australia can only extend 'that' far. After all, I can get here anything I want from Oz - even nougat lol. Okay, maybe not the awesomely delicious apple streudal pie from Perth - but it's been years since I had those so I guess I can live without them after all.
My visit to Melbourne this time is about the only time I've had fun. But it wasn't the city that made it any more exciting then the last 20 visits. It was only 'coz of EKT that Melbourne's been tolerable. Spending a good quality seven days with mom was also nice after a year's break. It's nice to be appreciated and not being called fat names. She even said my eye brows looks nice lol! Maybe it's the crappy city Melbourne air already infested with big ass flies in mid November.
Maybe dad will come to his sense and get rid of the apt there... get one say in, Hawaii or SF or NYC :) Hey a girl can dream can't she :)
Who Has A Better Husband...
Please stand up!
I have the best husband ever!
While I was away in Australia - the longest we've been apart - a full NINE days, my favourite man not only kept the house immaculate, he ran the roomba insane, cleaned out my oven (the same oven I have not used for more than a year 'coz I'm too grossed out by it ever since I made (or at least tried to make) some German apple streudal cake and failed lol... he raked leaves TWICE off our driveway and yard, got all the outdoor lights replaced, did his own laundry (he also dropped chopsticks down the dryer lint vent but that's another hilarious story on it's own), got me my favourite salted fish fried rice (before I got home in case I was too tired to eat out) and surprised me with presents! What more can a woman want?! Ok, I could name everything I want from Pottery Barn, Neiman Marcus and Saks but outside of shopping, I couldn't ask for anything more from this perfect man for me.
I love my husband. Of course I always have. I just love him even more then ever. He's a sweetie pie and my mom was right. He's a good man and a great husband. No wonder my mom is no longer worried that I am married to an American man :)
I have the best husband ever!
While I was away in Australia - the longest we've been apart - a full NINE days, my favourite man not only kept the house immaculate, he ran the roomba insane, cleaned out my oven (the same oven I have not used for more than a year 'coz I'm too grossed out by it ever since I made (or at least tried to make) some German apple streudal cake and failed lol... he raked leaves TWICE off our driveway and yard, got all the outdoor lights replaced, did his own laundry (he also dropped chopsticks down the dryer lint vent but that's another hilarious story on it's own), got me my favourite salted fish fried rice (before I got home in case I was too tired to eat out) and surprised me with presents! What more can a woman want?! Ok, I could name everything I want from Pottery Barn, Neiman Marcus and Saks but outside of shopping, I couldn't ask for anything more from this perfect man for me.
I love my husband. Of course I always have. I just love him even more then ever. He's a sweetie pie and my mom was right. He's a good man and a great husband. No wonder my mom is no longer worried that I am married to an American man :)
Monday, November 21, 2005
Yet Another Inadequacy Of Mine...
It's been many years (well, at least four) that Bruce and I knew we don't want to have children of our own. Whether for selfish reasons or not, we realize watching other couples, that we love the way our lives run on a daily basis and enjoy the last minute hop-on-the-next-plane kind of trips we have. Who needs contraceptives!? Watching other people's kids work well enough for us lol.
I just returned from a one week trip in Melbourne visiting with mom, my brother, sister-in-law (not the one here in Memphis obviously; the nice shopperholic one married to my brother) and the most precious thing I could ever meet, my seven month old niece, Emma Karissa Tay. Yes, the same baby that Bruce and I threatened to name Pork Sa since her last name is Tay. Yup, Pork SaTay LOL!!! Only Bruce and I can think up of something like that while laying very sober after a nap in bed in Tokyo before little Emma was born...
My first meeting with EKT brought lots of laughter. I was afraid Emma would not take to me seeing that other then my dad, everyone else at home is pretty err... normal... nice and certainly speak at a rather regular tone of voice. But she took to me alright. Yes, even my insane loud laughter lol. She sleeps through all of them. It's her mom who gets a hissy-fit when I laugh like a roaring thunder lol. Maybe EKT's been lectured about her crazy auntie Karen who sends her packages of presents from America and packs more then half her ginourmous suitcase with more baby stuff then a custom officer could fathom for a childless traveller for a one week vacation. Or maybe she's just a regular Tay-baby who loves to smile. Oh baby Emma's smiles. Her little beady almond eyes that practically disappears when you greet her each time she wakes up from her sleep; when you mention the word 'MUFFIN'. When she actually gets some muffin (don't tell her parents lol) and actually brings up my thumb back into her mouth with her tiny hands to suck the rest of the muffin off. Her tiny little chubby fingers that wave like the Queen of England, do the okay-sign (sometimes with a wink), pulls on her mommy's hair or scratches my fat cheeks. All bring laughter to everyone around her. She's been a blessing to my family and has made everyone especially my mother a very happy grandmother despite having a hard year of losing her sister.
I never thought I could fall in love again. But with Emma, I have. No worries, I'm not going to go pester Bruce and say I've changed my mind about kids. I haven't. Nah... thus the heading. I feel almost inadequate as a woman. Is this normal? Selfish, I can understand... but I really don't have that maternal instinct screaming for attention. As much as I love Emma, I realize even more now that being a mother just isn't a thing I yearn to be... a week of being a full time aunt being in the presence of the most adorable girl was as close to being maternal as I'd ever want to get. Thank goodness for siblings who are much less selfish.
I just returned from a one week trip in Melbourne visiting with mom, my brother, sister-in-law (not the one here in Memphis obviously; the nice shopperholic one married to my brother) and the most precious thing I could ever meet, my seven month old niece, Emma Karissa Tay. Yes, the same baby that Bruce and I threatened to name Pork Sa since her last name is Tay. Yup, Pork SaTay LOL!!! Only Bruce and I can think up of something like that while laying very sober after a nap in bed in Tokyo before little Emma was born...
My first meeting with EKT brought lots of laughter. I was afraid Emma would not take to me seeing that other then my dad, everyone else at home is pretty err... normal... nice and certainly speak at a rather regular tone of voice. But she took to me alright. Yes, even my insane loud laughter lol. She sleeps through all of them. It's her mom who gets a hissy-fit when I laugh like a roaring thunder lol. Maybe EKT's been lectured about her crazy auntie Karen who sends her packages of presents from America and packs more then half her ginourmous suitcase with more baby stuff then a custom officer could fathom for a childless traveller for a one week vacation. Or maybe she's just a regular Tay-baby who loves to smile. Oh baby Emma's smiles. Her little beady almond eyes that practically disappears when you greet her each time she wakes up from her sleep; when you mention the word 'MUFFIN'. When she actually gets some muffin (don't tell her parents lol) and actually brings up my thumb back into her mouth with her tiny hands to suck the rest of the muffin off. Her tiny little chubby fingers that wave like the Queen of England, do the okay-sign (sometimes with a wink), pulls on her mommy's hair or scratches my fat cheeks. All bring laughter to everyone around her. She's been a blessing to my family and has made everyone especially my mother a very happy grandmother despite having a hard year of losing her sister.
I never thought I could fall in love again. But with Emma, I have. No worries, I'm not going to go pester Bruce and say I've changed my mind about kids. I haven't. Nah... thus the heading. I feel almost inadequate as a woman. Is this normal? Selfish, I can understand... but I really don't have that maternal instinct screaming for attention. As much as I love Emma, I realize even more now that being a mother just isn't a thing I yearn to be... a week of being a full time aunt being in the presence of the most adorable girl was as close to being maternal as I'd ever want to get. Thank goodness for siblings who are much less selfish.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
My Husband Does Not Have To Kill Me...!
The new couch was just delivered. I have new a new couch and a couple of chairs and I'm a happy camper. Happy Happy Joy Joy!!!
We have a real living room now unlike the one we used to have with the gawd awful uncomfortable and ugly Norwalk couch we got. Just for the record, we hate Norwalk! The moment that stupid couch got delivered, and dealing with the unprofessional idiotic staff at their store and the head office, I've been waiting to buy a new couch. Three years later, Bruce finally gave in and got me this couch 8 weeks ago.
A couple of weeks ago, he threatened (well ok, I think he meant it) that if the couch got here and that I tell him I didn't like it like I did with the last couch... ok, my exact words were more like "YUKS! I hate it, I want a new couch!!", he'd have to kill me. No questions about it. ...and believe-you-me, he would have lol. You would too if you were him. The poor guy has to put up with my unbearable insanity on a daily basis. I'm sure my whole family feels sorry for him too that's why they love him so much hahaha! Ok, so he's a nice guy too, that's why.
So sweetie, I'm happy and I love my couch. Now what else can I replace in this house hahaha! Oh, new dishwasher!!!
We have a real living room now unlike the one we used to have with the gawd awful uncomfortable and ugly Norwalk couch we got. Just for the record, we hate Norwalk! The moment that stupid couch got delivered, and dealing with the unprofessional idiotic staff at their store and the head office, I've been waiting to buy a new couch. Three years later, Bruce finally gave in and got me this couch 8 weeks ago.
A couple of weeks ago, he threatened (well ok, I think he meant it) that if the couch got here and that I tell him I didn't like it like I did with the last couch... ok, my exact words were more like "YUKS! I hate it, I want a new couch!!", he'd have to kill me. No questions about it. ...and believe-you-me, he would have lol. You would too if you were him. The poor guy has to put up with my unbearable insanity on a daily basis. I'm sure my whole family feels sorry for him too that's why they love him so much hahaha! Ok, so he's a nice guy too, that's why.
So sweetie, I'm happy and I love my couch. Now what else can I replace in this house hahaha! Oh, new dishwasher!!!
Sunday, October 23, 2005
MUS: Class of 1980
Last night saw the final night of 'celebrations' of Bruce's 25th High School Reunion. After Friday's golf session in the afternoon that Bruce didn't attend (I guess he's officially quit golf... plus hello... some people do still have to work on a Friday afternoon), Friday evening's eeiky Pig N' Whistle BBQ (certainly not my favourite here in Memphis) that we didn't eat but did hang out and meet some folks before our varsity football team trashed who-the-hell-cares-who-were-playing-since-like-I-just- said, 'we trashed them!' :D Saturday afternoon was a picnic out in the boondocks an hour drive from us. Picnic spelt grass and we all know how I feel about nature lol so Bruce kindly declined and explained to all his friends (now maybe ex friends) what a weirdo city-girl he's married to lol and then last night's shindig...
Last night's cocktail party at the University Club though showed all signs of a boy-produced party: big ass styrofoam cups that the rather unfamiliar young bartenders would fill with loads of alcohol before dripping literally drops of tonic or juice (no complaints here!), all food consisted of meat meat and more meat. The 'vegetable platter' of the evening was this very very rich (but good) artichoke cheese dip... no flowers (no, the trees by the pool doesn't count lol) and of course, hot chicks... but all being somebody's wife (everyone left with whoever they arrived with, in case you were wondering). Then again, after I downed a large cup of gin tonic that was more like a humongous gin martini, it didn't really matter where I was nor what the place looked like. No no, I kept my composure. I was not drunk... it was only 2 cups after all. Nothing like our night last week in Bangkok lol. All I was concerned was that the toilet was close enough for my most uncomfortable Manolo's to take me, I was quite happy. It was. Fortunately.
It was awesome to meet the bunch of boys, now almost-old balding men. Most of them seem so much older then Bruce... ok maybe it's a prejudice judgement. But at least one certainly did not look 43. Nor 53. Nor 63 HAHAHA! No, at least 2! But only one I truly dislike lol. But I've known him prior to this party. So no big surprise there. He's our former immigration lawyer lol. Need I say more? I did, however, use the opportunity last night to tell him the flaws of his office management and the idiotic parallegal he had us placed under his care. I spared no mercy - trust me. He pleaded for a second chance NO CHARGE after I told him the amount of money we paid him and got zip in return. He commented that was not about the money. "IT IS ABOUT THE MONEY!" I exclaimed pretty honestly. Bet he wasn't expecting all that and more from me... the one who's usually cool, calm and collected (and polite!) - in his office lah! I know those of you who know me are laughing about how I act differently in front of certain people ie, my in laws lol... I'm the sweet quiet do-everything-my -husband-says kind of Asian wife lol. Hey, it works...
Yes, the bunch of 1980 graduates from MUS are a hoot. Mostly successful bunch of guys, most of them sane (those with no more than three kids are sane at least); pretty comfortable financially and of course, that comes along, naturally, with hot wives. YES, I AM INCLUDED (of course!) THANK YOU VERY MUCH lol. We seemed to be the only sensible ones with no kids... it was quite funny how when the men asked me where I am originally from, they usually at least recognized the word 'Singapore'. But with the wives, it was either a 'oh, I've heard about the great shopping there!' or a brief 'ohhh that's nice' meaning oh-I-have-no-phucking-idea-which-part-of-China-that- is. Lots of conversations with me included:
Them: Do you have kids?
Me: Nope
Them: Do you work?
Me: Nope
Them: So what do you do?
Me: I'm Bruce sex slave... HAHAHAHA... no... but I was pretty tempted (and this was BEFORE all the gin lol). But I didn't know which were the seriously religious ones (the kids weren't around for me to judge that) and I didn't want to be blamed for any heart attacks that evening... so I gave my normal safe answer, "nothing, just hang out and be Bruce's wife".
'Hairy Chest and the Pukkabees' was hilarious! I can't explain them (maybe Bruce will in his blog) except a bunch of these guys I guess had a band and made up this group that would lip sync music back in the days and take over their chapel sessions. They were a hoot last night. Kim (short for Kimbal) was awesome on the drums. Scott Stevens, Mr Hollywood did most of the singing tho' Hopie Brooks did his rendition of geez... maybe the gin did get to me more than I thought... I can't remember jack! It was fun and funny nonetheless. I guess you just had to be there.
It was a great night! We got home at about 2am... way way WAY past our bedtime. Bruce thinks I've invited the entire class to our next Chinese New Year party lol... that should be interesting. ...if not, I guess it'll be another 5 years before we see this bunch of people again.
Last night's cocktail party at the University Club though showed all signs of a boy-produced party: big ass styrofoam cups that the rather unfamiliar young bartenders would fill with loads of alcohol before dripping literally drops of tonic or juice (no complaints here!), all food consisted of meat meat and more meat. The 'vegetable platter' of the evening was this very very rich (but good) artichoke cheese dip... no flowers (no, the trees by the pool doesn't count lol) and of course, hot chicks... but all being somebody's wife (everyone left with whoever they arrived with, in case you were wondering). Then again, after I downed a large cup of gin tonic that was more like a humongous gin martini, it didn't really matter where I was nor what the place looked like. No no, I kept my composure. I was not drunk... it was only 2 cups after all. Nothing like our night last week in Bangkok lol. All I was concerned was that the toilet was close enough for my most uncomfortable Manolo's to take me, I was quite happy. It was. Fortunately.
It was awesome to meet the bunch of boys, now almost-old balding men. Most of them seem so much older then Bruce... ok maybe it's a prejudice judgement. But at least one certainly did not look 43. Nor 53. Nor 63 HAHAHA! No, at least 2! But only one I truly dislike lol. But I've known him prior to this party. So no big surprise there. He's our former immigration lawyer lol. Need I say more? I did, however, use the opportunity last night to tell him the flaws of his office management and the idiotic parallegal he had us placed under his care. I spared no mercy - trust me. He pleaded for a second chance NO CHARGE after I told him the amount of money we paid him and got zip in return. He commented that was not about the money. "IT IS ABOUT THE MONEY!" I exclaimed pretty honestly. Bet he wasn't expecting all that and more from me... the one who's usually cool, calm and collected (and polite!) - in his office lah! I know those of you who know me are laughing about how I act differently in front of certain people ie, my in laws lol... I'm the sweet quiet do-everything-my -husband-says kind of Asian wife lol. Hey, it works...
Yes, the bunch of 1980 graduates from MUS are a hoot. Mostly successful bunch of guys, most of them sane (those with no more than three kids are sane at least); pretty comfortable financially and of course, that comes along, naturally, with hot wives. YES, I AM INCLUDED (of course!) THANK YOU VERY MUCH lol. We seemed to be the only sensible ones with no kids... it was quite funny how when the men asked me where I am originally from, they usually at least recognized the word 'Singapore'. But with the wives, it was either a 'oh, I've heard about the great shopping there!' or a brief 'ohhh that's nice' meaning oh-I-have-no-phucking-idea-which-part-of-China-that- is. Lots of conversations with me included:
Them: Do you have kids?
Me: Nope
Them: Do you work?
Me: Nope
Them: So what do you do?
Me: I'm Bruce sex slave... HAHAHAHA... no... but I was pretty tempted (and this was BEFORE all the gin lol). But I didn't know which were the seriously religious ones (the kids weren't around for me to judge that) and I didn't want to be blamed for any heart attacks that evening... so I gave my normal safe answer, "nothing, just hang out and be Bruce's wife".
'Hairy Chest and the Pukkabees' was hilarious! I can't explain them (maybe Bruce will in his blog) except a bunch of these guys I guess had a band and made up this group that would lip sync music back in the days and take over their chapel sessions. They were a hoot last night. Kim (short for Kimbal) was awesome on the drums. Scott Stevens, Mr Hollywood did most of the singing tho' Hopie Brooks did his rendition of geez... maybe the gin did get to me more than I thought... I can't remember jack! It was fun and funny nonetheless. I guess you just had to be there.
It was a great night! We got home at about 2am... way way WAY past our bedtime. Bruce thinks I've invited the entire class to our next Chinese New Year party lol... that should be interesting. ...if not, I guess it'll be another 5 years before we see this bunch of people again.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Where Have I Been?
It's been awhile since I have logged in an entry... There is SO much to report but I've been just sitting stagnant lately not willing to write. Why?! Well, I'm a little bitter about not winning the lottery, not losing weight despite all the exercise I've been doing (but no dieting of course) and most of all, having to return from a trip. Usually when we travel, by day three or four, I'm often looking forward to getting home to our own bed, our own space, our own home; despite home being out in the middle of nowhere boondocks. Nonetheless, it's still home to us.
Last Wednesday started fall break and Bruce and I boarded the first flight out to Dallas and got on our merry way to Bangkok, Thailand. It's been two years since we were last there (and back then I didn't want to leave either) and this time, we were meeting my brother and his wife, Geraldine, and my still very much insane buddy, Mathi, who was flying in from Copenhagen via Hong Kong, via Jakarta, via Singapore whilst on a so-called business trip so he could make it out to meet us on time. What a ball!! 27 hours on the plane later, we finally arrived. Ahhh, The Oriental... To say the least, nobody wanted to leave! ...and that's a fact! We introduced 'The Oriental' to Kevin and Geraldine and it certainly sounds like neither of them will want to stay any where else the next time they are in Bangkok on vacation. It's simply an awesome place to stay... the service, the food, the little things they do for you... anything and everything! Actually, never mind staying there for a short vacation. That's how and where I'd like to live! Yes, living at the Oriental Bangkok would be a dream come true. If I'd hit the $340M lottery the other night, that's where you would have found Bruce and I.
I put on 2 pounds in Thailand - naturally. But I've gone straight back to my exercise routine... arrgh imagine... I worked out six weeks in a row prior to our trip and not a pound or an inch lost. Four days in friggin' Bangkok and I put on 2 pounds. What kind of a world is this?! It's just not fair! I don't care if my heart is stronger. I don't even care if I'm beating my 100 laps every morning by 1 min these days... I still can't fit into my fat clothes, never mind the less fat ones. ...so you see why all the pent-up bitterness?
...so that's where I've been.
Last Wednesday started fall break and Bruce and I boarded the first flight out to Dallas and got on our merry way to Bangkok, Thailand. It's been two years since we were last there (and back then I didn't want to leave either) and this time, we were meeting my brother and his wife, Geraldine, and my still very much insane buddy, Mathi, who was flying in from Copenhagen via Hong Kong, via Jakarta, via Singapore whilst on a so-called business trip so he could make it out to meet us on time. What a ball!! 27 hours on the plane later, we finally arrived. Ahhh, The Oriental... To say the least, nobody wanted to leave! ...and that's a fact! We introduced 'The Oriental' to Kevin and Geraldine and it certainly sounds like neither of them will want to stay any where else the next time they are in Bangkok on vacation. It's simply an awesome place to stay... the service, the food, the little things they do for you... anything and everything! Actually, never mind staying there for a short vacation. That's how and where I'd like to live! Yes, living at the Oriental Bangkok would be a dream come true. If I'd hit the $340M lottery the other night, that's where you would have found Bruce and I.
I put on 2 pounds in Thailand - naturally. But I've gone straight back to my exercise routine... arrgh imagine... I worked out six weeks in a row prior to our trip and not a pound or an inch lost. Four days in friggin' Bangkok and I put on 2 pounds. What kind of a world is this?! It's just not fair! I don't care if my heart is stronger. I don't even care if I'm beating my 100 laps every morning by 1 min these days... I still can't fit into my fat clothes, never mind the less fat ones.
...so that's where I've been.
Saturday, October 08, 2005
My Secret Identity To Be Revealed
Tonight, or in the near future, my not-so-secret, secret identity as the Queen of the Mountain Tortoise might soon be revealed to my sil. Yup, imagine... she'd be reading all these blogs about my mil and herself. How? Why? When? Who? What?
Well, after a nice long nap this afternoon, the husband and I thought a longer drive for dinner out to midtown to have some yummy Vietnamese pho and lemongrass tofu would be nice change. We had a nice dinner, saw familiar faces and since it wasn't even 8pm after the meal, we thought we'd venture downtown to see just how well the sil and bil's always-packed (her words, not ours) was doing. We drove by Cafe 61 fast and unnoticed like a thug in a drive-by-shooting. It was full of people alright. Full of people standing outside reading the menu lol.
After that, I suggested dropping by the sil's to give Marley the Christmas present we'd got for her that's been sitting in the trunk of my car for the last couple of months. Everytime my exercise mat touches it, Dora the Explorer goes "SPLASH(!) I LOVE SWIMMING IN MY POOL". Once Bruce was driving and heard it and almost drove off the road lol. We figured it wouldn't be too hard to buy her anther present in the near future.
So we did just that... and not a minute had gone by and already he was summoned by the sil to deal with hr computer problems. He solved it, of course... and continued to teach his sister about the difference between websites and blogs... and then went further to teach her how to build one. That's when he almost made the faux pas of revealing the identity of my blog. He was trying to tell her how simple it is to create a blog ie, even retards like me could lol. First he showed her his blog where she read the post about the fortune cookie before the mil went for her surgery. She asked "how did you get the name Mountain Tortoise?". He brotherly answer, 'don't worry about it'. Now only if you had a brother like my husband would you deal with that answer with complete SILENCE. I was laughing hysterically inside my head. He went on, 'yeah it's really easy to create a blog... even...' I was like OH NO YOU DON'T!!!! Fortunately, he caught himself hahahaha. Changed the subject and went on to step two on creating her blog for the restaurant.
If my sil is as nosey as I am, or half as curious as her brother is, she'd start reading his blog entries tonight and find a link to my blog. Of course, that would mean she'd have to remember the link or go through the trouble of goggling mountain tortoise... and she gets there, actually take time to read through his links or read his articles and actually pay attention to the links. That is, if she knows that the highlighted words ARE links. At least at the writing of this, she doesn't know YET lol. If you see a nasty comment, you'd know it's her lol.
Well, after a nice long nap this afternoon, the husband and I thought a longer drive for dinner out to midtown to have some yummy Vietnamese pho and lemongrass tofu would be nice change. We had a nice dinner, saw familiar faces and since it wasn't even 8pm after the meal, we thought we'd venture downtown to see just how well the sil and bil's always-packed (her words, not ours) was doing. We drove by Cafe 61 fast and unnoticed like a thug in a drive-by-shooting. It was full of people alright. Full of people standing outside reading the menu lol.
After that, I suggested dropping by the sil's to give Marley the Christmas present we'd got for her that's been sitting in the trunk of my car for the last couple of months. Everytime my exercise mat touches it, Dora the Explorer goes "SPLASH(!) I LOVE SWIMMING IN MY POOL". Once Bruce was driving and heard it and almost drove off the road lol. We figured it wouldn't be too hard to buy her anther present in the near future.
So we did just that... and not a minute had gone by and already he was summoned by the sil to deal with hr computer problems. He solved it, of course... and continued to teach his sister about the difference between websites and blogs... and then went further to teach her how to build one. That's when he almost made the faux pas of revealing the identity of my blog. He was trying to tell her how simple it is to create a blog ie, even retards like me could lol. First he showed her his blog where she read the post about the fortune cookie before the mil went for her surgery. She asked "how did you get the name Mountain Tortoise?". He brotherly answer, 'don't worry about it'. Now only if you had a brother like my husband would you deal with that answer with complete SILENCE. I was laughing hysterically inside my head. He went on, 'yeah it's really easy to create a blog... even...' I was like
If my sil is as nosey as I am, or half as curious as her brother is, she'd start reading his blog entries tonight and find a link to my blog. Of course, that would mean she'd have to remember the link or go through the trouble of goggling mountain tortoise... and she gets there, actually take time to read through his links or read his articles and actually pay attention to the links. That is, if she knows that the highlighted words ARE links. At least at the writing of this, she doesn't know YET lol. If you see a nasty comment, you'd know it's her lol.
Friday, October 07, 2005
Why I Love My Manolo Blahniks
Granted, most women have a shoe fetish. I am a woman. A woman who loves her shoes. A woman who wears shoes that other women notice... a lot. A couple of women actually confessed that before they talk to me, they have to first check out the shoes I'm wearing - hey, I have no problem with that :) So when I get ooh's and aaah's from friends (and sometimes strangers) about my shoes, where I got them and no, they're usually not that surprised that my purchases are not from Memphis; it's flattering but not surprising. After all, I have great taste! :)
BUT, only a pair of Manolo Blahniks would get the attention of a 95, yes, read - NINETY FIVE year old lady sitting next to me at the hair salon. I think I caught a short gasp first... then I noticed her making eye contact with the owner of the hair salon, Lisa. She called Lisa's attention to my shoes with her eyes and raised her eyebrows (probably thinking look-at-the-pair-of-shoes-this-bloody-chinkie's-wearing LOL). When she saw that I was smiled in her direction. She glanced at me and said 'oh my, aren't those hottie shoes. I wanted to thank her for calling me a hottie but preceeded to understand that she was calling the shoes 'hottie'. Certainly under no circumstances was she pointing to me lol. It was great! Still picking out hot shoes at 95... that would be me :)
Guys, never mind those blue boxes - unless there's a huge ass diamond in it! Go for the Manolo's! Trust me.
BUT, only a pair of Manolo Blahniks would get the attention of a 95, yes, read - NINETY FIVE year old lady sitting next to me at the hair salon. I think I caught a short gasp first... then I noticed her making eye contact with the owner of the hair salon, Lisa. She called Lisa's attention to my shoes with her eyes and raised her eyebrows (probably thinking look-at-the-pair-of-shoes-this-bloody-chinkie's-wearing LOL). When she saw that I was smiled in her direction. She glanced at me and said 'oh my, aren't those hottie shoes. I wanted to thank her for calling me a hottie but preceeded to understand that she was calling the shoes 'hottie'. Certainly under no circumstances was she pointing to me lol. It was great! Still picking out hot shoes at 95... that would be me :)
Guys, never mind those blue boxes - unless there's a huge ass diamond in it! Go for the Manolo's! Trust me.
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