A dedication
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Sweet and gentle, the embodiment of baby pink tender youthful love - all 49 of them.
Soft and graceful, they twirl like silk ballet shoes would. Delicate yet meekly ardent in desire, they proudly blossom to exude their once concealed emotions. Shyly but almost slightly impatient, awaiting a more than willing reciprocation.
At times weary, they lay to rest not on their graves but on their eternal devotion.
Despite their submissive fragility like sheer dancing crystals on a chandelier, they remain sensitively discerning in judgement. Always fervently responsive. Not hardened nor shrivelled into old age but resilient, especially in the face of adversity.
Like a wise woman, they grow old elegantly and beautifully - not apart but towards an intricately entwinement of the hearts.
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More shameless activities by the family of bimbos (actually there's just one)
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
The family of bimbos welcomes all readers with strictly at least a tinge of bimboness in them. If not, kindly click on "next blog" and proceed on to the more mundane and boring blogs about blah, thank you. Or, if you would like to cultivate some sense of bimboness or humour or both, you're of course most welcome to stay.
Not that bimbos can tell the difference anyway.
Now, we originally wanted dinner but there have been minor mishaps right before the planned itself, including some temporary amnesia and miscommunication, but no matter, we got together for lunch anyway, with Mags (our little one) sacrificing her lunch hour (actually more than one, now that I think about it) and braving the heavy rain and grumpy taxi drivers just to get to where we were: International plaza.
Yes, you read that right,
it is the dingy brown old building that was supposed (according to Mags) to house Delifrance, which we searched for by walking around in circles, only to find that when Mags said it was here the last time, "last time" meant some three to four years ago. And so out of desperation, we circled the second level as well, since Mags was absolutely clueless about food here (despite assuring me on the phone some fifteen minutes earlier that there was food to be found). I'm proud to say that my Japanese food radar picked up this humble-looking place which turned out to be a blessing in disguise, in spite of the fierce auntie who gave us random dagger stares in disagreement with our fussiness with food when she served us at the door.
So here we are with our fantastic identical sushi cha soba sets:
And if you were wondering, yes the food was fabulous. But no, it wasn't too expensive, about 16 bucks per person after adding in service charge and GST (which wasn't stated and which Mans claims to be because she prefers not to know, but I secretly think they charged it to the overall price anyway).
And if you were wondering some more, yes we had a dress code, and it was not black and white but that Mags can't tell green from black. It was..... *drumroll* DRESS! Yup that's it. We wanted to dupe Mandy into wearing one so we didn't specify the kind of dress, but I suppose Mags thought she wanted to stand out in green so... it wasn't that she thought green was the new black or something.
Mother-daughter photo: Actually we were just waiting to pounce on the food. Fast forward to next shot.
Ah-ha! Yes yes, I was so eyeing Boo's lot even though I haven't even started on mine yet and even though all four of us ordered identical sets.
Food glorious food! Of course, we shouldn't neglect our pretty model, Mans, decked in a black and white dress (a first for her! Or least for us to see her in one ha) and contacts! (welcome to the bimbo club with Mags spearheading it)
Speaking of bimbo club, our food conversation was on the recently aired Miss Teen USA 2007 pageant, complete with Boo's and Mans's decent imitations of Miss South Carolina and whatshername, which provoked us into spates of spasmic laughter.
For our not-yet-educated-on-bimbo-shows readers, here's the question and what she said in answer:
Question: Recent polls have shown a fifth of Americans can't locate the United States on a world map. Why do you think this is?
Miss Teen South Carolina: "I personally believe the U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some, uh...people out there in our nation don't have maps, and, uh, I believe that our education like such as South Africa and, uh, the Iraq everywhere like, such as and...I believe that they should, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., err, uh, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future for our..."
Dear reader, I know you can't make the connection now, but Miss Teen South Carolina is somewhat remotely relevant for later, just be patient in the meantime.
Anyway, on with our day, after our fulfilling lunch, Mags rushed back to the office and the rest went shopping:
Here we are, looking pretty in matching colours heh.
Here is Mans outside some random shop which Boo calls the "bling" shop. Well, we were bored and shameless (actually more of the latter than the former ha), so we decided it was time for some photowhoring.
And my turn! Ha. I think we got so rowdy (just the two of us 'cos Boo was busy inside the "Bling" shop) that the sales girl (auntie rather) came out and muttered something about "not allowed to take photos here" in mandarin.
But that's not all. The next morning (which was this morning), Mags very happily msned me to tell me that she bought a dress from This Fashion (we passed by before lunch and decided to look around after lunch but Mags had to rush off so she did it by herself.)
And so our morning conservation went something like this:
Mags: Yo! I bought a dress from This Fashion yesterday!
Me: So did Boo and me, but it wasn't from This Fashion. Was on sale for ten bucks.
Mags: Wah!!! Where?? Mine was 19, was the black version of that baby blue dress on the mannequin.
Me: HAHA that one. I tried the exact same black one but I didn't want to get 'cos I thought it was too slutty.
Mags: hahahahahaha! Thanks ah!! I thought I can wear it to work with jacket hahahaha!
(OMG. I immediately messaged Boo and Mans to tell them that Mags bought that dress and continued to dangle it in front of me despite me saying that I didn't buy because I found it too slutty.)
Me: No way man. Haha I just messaged the rest to tell them. Damn funny, they wanted me to buy somemore.
Mags: You messaged the rest what?
Mags: Hey where did you get your $10 dress from?
Censored (or rather cut off to make this abridged version of the dialogue more readable): (Lots of wailing went by in the background like "next time bring me leh!!" and "I want leh!!", and I thought I heard "why you guys go shopping without me!!" being implied somewhere hur hur.)
Mags: Not fair!! Good things must share!!
Me: Ya then treat us with your pay which is a third more than ours first. "Good things must share" mah.
Mags: HAHAHA!! Let me wear your dresses too!! Hahahahahaha!!
(There were definitely a lot more "haha"s than this, but it was so tedious just typing these already. She was growing more and more hysterical by the minute, I tell you.)
Me: Er, after we wear, I doubt you can wear it. It fits us just nice everywhere, so will be too loose for you.
(More scrambling at the back again)
Mags: GRRR. No loh!! Same loh!!
Me: Haha no way. Boo and I got different butt and boob sizes from you lah.
(Now she gets it. To top it off, I was watching the original broadcast of Miss Teen South Carolina's answer on youtube whilst talking to her. And I was really really really trying my best not to draw comparisons.)
I'm really sorry but the dialogue has now come to an end. So has this post. I'm sure it was fun while it lasted. For more installments of the Bimbo Family Show, please check this space frequently for updates.
Disclaimer: All reporting is deemed true to the knowledge of the writer at the time of publishing. For any verification, please approach the victims, I mean, subjects directly.
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