Monday, 31 July 2006
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Saturday, 15 July 2006
christening 1
Tomorrow, Lewis will be named Catholic, member of the Roman Catholic church, brother of Christ and believer of Mary. Four English godparents (three of whom are not married and not parents) will denounce evil in his behalf and holy water will be poured on his head to erase the trace of original sin. (gem!)
Clothes to wear on the day have been chosen carefully. The garden is tidied, the conservatory is repainted, new curtains, even the back door of the garage is new.
Lewis' baptismal outfit had been fitted twice to make sure he looks perfect on the day. His grandmother, who is hosting the party, has been taking extra pains to make sure her appearance would be 'just right' and until this very moment, less than 16 hours to the time of the christening, she still can't decide which of the 46 dresses she bought in the last 3 days she should wear. She asked for my opinion about the 5 dresses and I said 'I don't like that' to all 5, simply because they were too queen elizabeth for me, and that sets off all stressed bones in motion that she has to take tablets to control them.
Early this morning, I had an 'upset moment' with K and I cried in between eating my weetabix and feeding Lewis. I wanted to have a little bit of say about the food because I invited 3 Filipinos but it was blatanly rejected. I cried my heart out because I just had enough of it and I threatened him that No, I'm not gonna attend the christening tomorrow!
How many Filipinos did you invite?
Three.
How many have families?
Two.
Children?
Three.
You invited 8 people then.
Why are you sarcastic?
I'm not. I just want to make sure your invited guests don't invite others like Filipinos do.
(Cry, *$£&%"%* cry)
Sorry, I'm only joking.
P* off!
Afterwards, K announced that since I am the mother of the baby who's going to be christened, I should be bestowed with greatest respect and honour by granting my wish. Also, by way of explaining why he refused my suggestion to the menu, he said We're going to have dinner, not tea.
I suggested coleslaw, you see.
Monday, 10 July 2006
Woman
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long it's free
Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me
Ohhh... she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me
She's frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me
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