March 04, 2006
spoil me
1) Here's a card I received this week from my oldest and dearest friend SY. The picture is of a beautiful green path in the campus we grew up in. I knew her at the age of eight--there are distant memories of two little girls riding their bikes along the campus farm, the parks, the canteens and the classrooms. On Saturdays after school she would cycle to my house and we would read trashy magazines and newspapers. Oh, those were the happy, innocent days. I proudly say that she's a lawyer now, and isn't it quite something to still be in touch with a childhood mate?
Tunghai Uni.
2) More pamper treatment from my favourite couple in London. Z and L took me to an extraordinarily delicious Chinese restaurant--honestly, the best I've had since I arrived here. So all this time why haven't I discovered the beauty of other dining places, and settle for the crappy ones? The dishes were well-presented, as well as a wider selection of Chinese desserts. I listened to L describe his recent modelling experience (the Italian hunk is about to appear in every accountancy magazine near you, so go and get your copy now!), and Z talks about her creative ventures in the kitchen. Imagine, this lady was scared of turning on the gas stove, and now she is making Chinese bao zi. I was just telling them that I feel better now, but I have an odd feeling when I think about a) our happy days b) what went wrong, and c) the mean things he said on the last day... Then L came up with this in-depth remark: life is linear, and it should from now on progress from d to z. He took out a tin of instant chai latte for me, saying that it's one of the last three tins in London, as they have ran out of stock, hehe. 'This is your d', he added. I can't help but wonder how long I can pull this I-just-broke-up-please-treat-me-nicely look? I think at some point people will just tell me, 'Kid, grow up, stop moaning and get a grip'.
Taro Dessert
There's only three tins left in all of London
3) My dad is arriving in merry old London in a couple of hours, jolly good! I have yet to hoover the room and iron my clothes, for that middle-aged man is just as much a neat freak as I am. Back at home, my mum and my brother are experts in creating the mess, and Dad and I make sure everything is in place. I am expecting lots of pep talk (regarding my dissertation writing) and dining out.
4) Went to Turnmill last night. Now why would people in their late 20s stand in the chilling cold and queue for half-an-hour past midnight is beyond me. The trance room was fabulous, but was having minor trouble getting rid of a hairy-armed Frenchman. There's another room with more elbow room which was even better (I have yet to find out from FY what kind of music they're playing). This time I encountered a North England lass who attempted to massage my knees when I was sitting down in the corner. Lady, it's ticklish, OK?
Posted by dondon at March 4, 2006 01:24 PM