Time for that mass candlelight dinner and party starting 8.30pm

It’s not such a hard thing to do, switching off your lights (and a/c, pc/mac, etc etc etc) for an hour, is it? So, what’s stopping you from doing your little part to save the planet?

Vote Earth.

Because you care. Because you can.

It was about 5:30 that afternoon when Tommy, their 11 year old son, returned home from school. Tommy was over 2 hours late. “Where have you been? Why are you over 2 hours late getting home?” asked John.

“Several of us went to the library to work on an extra credit project,” said Tommy. The robot walked around the table and slapped Tommy, knocking him completely out of his chair.

“Son,” said John, “this robot is a lie detector, now tell us where you really were after school.”

“We went to Bobby’s house and watched a movie.” said Tommy.

“What did you watch?” asked Marsha.

“The Ten Commandments.” answered Tommy.

The robot went around to Tommy and once again slapped him, knocking him off his chair. With his lip quivering, Tommy got up, sat down and said, “I am sorry I lied. We really watched a tape called Sex Queen.”

“I am ashamed of you son,” said John. “When I was your age, I never lied to my parents.” The robot walked around to John and delivered a whack that nearly knocked him out of his chair.

Marsha doubled over in laughter, almost in tears and said, “Boy, did you ever ask for that one! You can’t be too mad with Tommy. After all, he is your son!” The robot walked around to Marsha and knocked her out of her chair!!!

When we went over the same night to be her tasting board, Sis3 was amazed that Sis2 managed to get more cakes out of the same recipe than she did. The cakes even puffed up and looked like it was growing a D cup!

After going away and thinking over her recipe again, she realised that she gave Sis2 a wrong measurement. Of course, this caused Sis2 to indignantly proclaim that Sis3 sabotaged her and made her bake a “400% cake”.Lol.

Oh well. Tasted the same to me. And it’s chocolate.

:) a sample of a 100% cake

Who’d argue about having more chocolate cake??!!!

I was having that sort of a day for the earlier half of yesterday. Was home till it was time to head out for a quick appointment. In all, I had only been out of my house for half an hour before all the excitement a day should have caught up with me.

My car broke down. Just before the traffic lights leading to a big, bad roundabout. Oh dear. It didn’t even give any signs of being sick. Well, actually it did. It made a funny sound on Saturday when we brought Mr Sunny back from a wash on Saturday evening. Other half opened its lid and let it have a breather, filled up his water tank thingy. Thought that was the end of it.

Poor Mr Sunny. Yes, it’s a Mr. Cos after all the knocks it’s been dealt, it would be unfair to expect that a Ms would have continued serving me so loyally. Even if I am a Ms myself, I’m not being biased or sexist. It’s just a fact we Missies ….. oh, nevermind. Dovetailing again. So, yes, Mr Sunny has gone off to the doctor’s. Haven’t heard anything from the Doc all day.Wonder if that translates to mean a whopper of a repair bill. Sigh.

Hope Mr Sunny’s alright.

I was reading The Wednesday Chef’s blog, as I do every once in a while, and came across an older post about her trip to Paris. I scrolled down simply because I was not in the mood to read but to skim. Then I spied the gorgeous morsels in this:

Which led me to the website of this little slice of patisserie heaven. Oh my. Deep breaths, deep breaths. How I miss Europe. It doesn’t have to be Paris. Or London. Or Geneva/Zurich. I just miss the food, that wonderful freshness, the subtle tastes….

Sometime earlier this year, the hubs casually mentioned planning a trip back to the UK next year as our big holiday. Noone had better tell me he was kidding. I would not be amused. At all. So, I’ve been deluding prepping myself by searching for cute lil B&Bs to possibly stay in during our holiday. I do so hope he’s willing to include a trip back to Suisse for me while we’re over there. There would be no torture so great as to be so near yet so far because I would so love to manger ici encore. Ms M, who came to visit recently, and I were reminiscing about the trattoria’s petit, chubby chef’s pasta and droolworthy pizzas.

Sigh, memories just don’t keep my tummy happy though. It HAS TO BE the real thing. *Hint*

Is it voyeurism on a different level? Well, I don’t think so. After all, it seems that we all can be identified by our IP addresses anyway. So it’s really not as anon as we’d like to think it is :S

So, after all that blog-surfing, why can’t I be inspired to write on my own blog? Cos I like absorbing and viewing more than thinking and stringing sentences Lazy woman that I am, hehe.

I know that’s a horrible phonetication (Is that a word??!! Haha, I’m making things up now!) of the Hakka dialect but heck, who’d know?? The literal translation I guess would be ‘heart/soul not comfortable’. It translates to meaning that there’s an uneasiness in her heart/soul. What she really means is, take me out for a car ride, take me shopping, take me anywhere but here! It’s a tireless cycle and an even more tiring one for the assigned carer of the day.

So when I get those rare moments where she just sits on our sofa and chills in front of the tv, I get to enjoy my own moment of ‘on lok‘ (comfort) and I treasure the breather greatly.

Can I share it with you?

p.s. If this is your work, thanks! I didn’t mean to steal it, I just don’t remember where the original source is. Please don’t be mad

11th Hour is playing on the tv screen as we type this. Informative. Interesting. And imperative to keeping ourselves, as well as our planet, alive.

So, choose LIFE. For us. For our future generations.

Do the right thing. And for my stoopid neighbour, that means : Stop the d@mn open burning!

Happy Earth Day.