Mmmmm, you sure about that Ryan? Ingels and Demons….is what i say :)
J
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His thought and efforts are commendable. Harry Potter fans, unite!
J
How I proposed to my
girlfriendfiance, Alley:I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, it was the obvious decision to marry her, but it wasn’t so obvious as to how I would pop the question.
I have always wanted to do it big. I’ve entertained a lot of ideas, from renting ad space on the big screen at our local movie theater to display a giant graphic with a larger-than-life proposal, to doing a cliche write-it-out-in-christmas-lights-on-the-front-lawn gig. I figured, my feelings for her are massive, so the proposal should be equally massive.I did neither of those things, and decided that I didn’t need a big presentation after all. Just a big idea. So I decided to create something deeply personal.
Alley is a big Harry Potter geek. I say that in the fondest of manners. She’s gotten me into the theaters for the last three films, and on the couch to watch the first five numerous times. That’s saying a lot because I was jaded regarding the entire franchise, and took no shame in lampooning her interest. That is, until she got me hooked, and gladly watched as I inserted my foot into my mouth.
After the film series concluded, and seeing how disheartened she was that there would be no more looking forward to midnight outings to catch the first run of the next HP flick, I decided to make her a sequel.
I didn’t quite go all-out and write a killer fan-fic treatment. Instead, I created a dust jacket that would pass for a real-deal sequel, if I timed it right and had the element of surprise on my side.When I finally got the ring, I commandeered her copy of the Deathly Hallows and did something that might otherwise seem sacrilege to any other hardcore potter fan… I hollowed out a portion of the book to seat the lower half of the ring box inside.
I added a neat feature involving some ribbon that translated quite well, in the context of marriage, paired with a clever note… I won’t spoil it. Check the images for yourself :)
I ended up asking her on Christmas Eve, in front of my family, presenting the book as a gift. She even thought, for a few seconds, that a Harry Potter release slipped into the market without her knowing it!
This is perfect, except hollow out a new Harry Potter book! not my personal one!!
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Lunchtime Freudian-ess
Dear Soccer-mom at the Table Next to me at Rakuzen,
You are creating a future boyfriend with Mommy issues.
Seriously.
For gawd’s sake don’t say things to him like:
1) “I don’t know what to order, you have fantastic taste, I’ll just eat what you’re having”
2) ” I don’t understand why he doesn’t like you. Everybody likes you” when he bitches to you about his tuition mate that doesn’t laugh at his jokes.
The better alternative is:
1) You, O progeny of mine. Order something tasty. But not too expensive, Mommy needs to do her nails after this.
2) In life, one does not need more than 3 friends at a time, so maybe you are not funny, maybe he has 3 friends already and does not need to laugh at your jokes. Tough.
And for gaw’d’s sake, PLEASE STOP CUTTING HIS WAGYU BEEF FOR HIM. HE MUST BE AT LEAST 15yrs old. DEAR MOTHERS STOP CUTTING YOUR SON’S FOOD AFTER HE TURNS…. 8. (that sounds about right……)
But when I bitched about this to S, he said in my Utopian world, I was depriving girls who like men w Mommy issues. In my Utopian world, most of the Indian girls would be happier
-Ooooo Snap-
Peanut Butter Jelllll-ly Peanut Butter Jelllll-ly Peanut Butter Jelllll-ly Peanut Butter Jelllll-ly
Ahahahah this ‘Un-Grinched’ me today
Happy Rest of the Monday Day!
J
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An Architect’s Xmas Song
Last Christmas I gave you my Art,
The very next Exco, you took my budget away.
So this year, to save me from tears,
I’ll be a little less design anal
Obediant Wives Club?! Suuuure, where do i sign up?!
I recently deleted someone (ok, maybe more than just one someone) off the ‘friends’ list for no better reason than….. well, it wouldn’t have made a Sasquatch difference to me if i knew if she took a dump at 10:18am that morning or if she was having an open invite orgy in her living room. Or if she had a sex change.
Yes, that’s how i judge who i retain on the list. I know, at this day and age, my standards are just oh so low.
But last night’s dinner, T shoves her hand phone into my face and says that this woman was being unbelievable on her fb status. Apparently she went on a fender bender about the working women in some pretentious house-wifey intonation. Apparently, because I have a job, according to the Potential Obediant Wife Club President Candidate, I:
1) hate my job, am lousy at it, and I should just give up and stay at home
2) go around with unshaven legs because i don’t have time to groom myself (oh she is so wrong, i go around with un-shaven armpits and untrimmed hair coming out of my ears. I barely have hair on my legs)
3) bake crappy cupcakes and have no culinary skills
4) may be able to pay for my own shopping bills, but only have time to shop on weekends with the rest of the plebians.
5) am probably not very fun in the bedroom cause you know, i am always tired after work
6) am ignorant because i don’t have time to read books
Her hate list was pretty extensive and was desperately seeking validation.
I was flabbergasted.
I really admire stay at home moms and house wives because I sometimes wished my mom stayed home to take care of me, but our family had bills to pay and feeding my brother was an expensive project. I see how different my sister turned out (she is an angel, a role model citizen and she is so super smart compared to me) cause my mom stayed at home taking care of her when she was at her young formative years. I on the other hand…. well turned out like ‘this’. (‘This’ to some salesperson translates to little tiny monster that runs amok in the ladies dressing room when she was 6 years old) Which is not so bad, but i do wish i had better grasp on maths. (hangs head in Chinese shame).
But…. is this what they really thought about me? Having to be grumpy at my desk on Saturday mornings instead of in bed with a good book or making a well balance healthy breakfast?
Awwwww…….. it’s rants like these that makes me wish……. woman supported one another and bond together more instead always trying to bring each other down.
Sisterly love! Thank heavens my girl friends and I are supportive of one another, even right down to stalking cheating partners and engineering traps for arnabs-arnabs.
What’s with all the hate and dislike? Thank goodness FB doesnt have a dislike button. I would have clicked on it. I would have opened 10 new user accounts just so I can click numerously on the dislike button.
Gah. Am I determined to be a grumpy cavewoman at work today…. oh wait, it’s past 1 and I can go home now! Yaaaayyyyy!
Happy Weekend Everyone!
J
Ps: Thank you friends who still go out with me even though I forgot to shave my legs
PPs: sorry there isnt any conclusion to this rant, but my weekend has officially started! Hurrah!
Gah Posting #1
Why are we discriminating against single men on the dance floor?
We should also be asking them to:
1) put their hands up / throw their hands up like they just don’t care
2) make some noise
3) put a ring on it
Just saying, equality and all. I think ‘all the single ladies’ have gotten enough attention for now :D
J
Gawd I am so not funny on a Saturday morning at work. Gawwwdddddd IKENDAI!!!
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary E. Frye
-I’m sorry, but I do-
J
JGL
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