Confessions of a City Slicker

"Why don’t you hook up with a financially stable guy?  Someone who is more mature than the guys you hang out with?  They are more down-to-earth and can help you out a little with your financial burden so you can indulge in your shopping sprees and partying ways.  Whichever way the relationship progresses, you’d have scored some benefits in the process.

Of course, if you are interested, Datin will endeavor to help you out through her vast connections."

This suggestion was made by a couple of old friends.  Don’t get me wrong, they meant well.  I guess they just want to see me settle down with a nice guy who can provide comfortably for me.

And no, said Datin is not a real Datin.  We just call her that because she dresses like a Datin when she attends dinner functions :p

Hook up with someone capable of taking care of me, you say?  OK, that’s reasonable enough, I guess.  There are just a couple of flaws in their plan.

Do I look like the type that will be contented with domestic bliss?  Read my previous post and you’ll learn why.

Their definition of someone "more matured" is UNCLE.  Bleck!!!!  I do know of a few friends who hook up with uncles purely for the financial benefits that they can get.  Of course this also means embracing Auntie-dom, something these women seem to have taken to their stride.  Uh uh, NOT for me!

Heck, I don’t let the neighbors’ kids call me Auntie.  If they do, I turn a deaf ear :p

I have to admit, when I was younger, I was like that.  I mean, I don’t look for rich uncles to snare.  I just look for "Sui Yees" or "Water Fish".  You know, a fool to be the chauffeur, ATM, slave, whatever in exchange for my company for Saturday nights.

Me and a few other friends, we’ll hunt in a pack around Internet chat rooms.  Well, I’ve grown up a lot since then.

Now, I’m proud to say that everything I own, every cent I spend, is all MINE.  I’m proud of the fact that I can stand tall as a woman and declare that I don’t need a man to care for and provide for me.  I don’t need a sui yee to chauffeur me around or pay for my dinner or movie tickets or anything else.

I do that for myself very well, thank you very much!

"Why don’t you hook up with a financially stable guy?  Someone who is more mature than the guys you hang out with?  They are more down-to-earth and can help you out a little with your financial burden so you can indulge in your shopping sprees and partying ways.  Whichever way the relationship progresses, you’d have scored some benefits in the process.

Of course, if you are interested, Datin will endeavor to help you out through her vast connections."

This suggestion was made by a couple of old friends.  Don’t get me wrong, they meant well.  I guess they just want to see me settle down with a nice guy who can provide comfortably for me.

And no, said Datin is not a real Datin.  We just call her that because she dresses like a Datin when she attends dinner functions :p

Hook up with someone capable of taking care of me, you say?  OK, that’s reasonable enough, I guess.  There are just a couple of flaws in their plan.

Do I look like the type that will be contented with domestic bliss?  Read my previous post and you’ll learn why.

Their definition of someone "more matured" is UNCLE.  Bleck!!!!  I do know of a few friends who hook up with uncles purely for the financial benefits that they can get.  Of course this also means embracing Auntie-dom, something these women seem to have taken to their stride.  Uh uh, NOT for me!

Heck, I don’t let the neighbors’ kids call me Auntie.  If they do, I turn a deaf ear :p

I have to admit, when I was younger, I was like that.  I mean, I don’t look for rich uncles to snare.  I just look for "Sui Yees" or "Water Fish".  You know, a fool to be the chauffeur, ATM, slave, whatever in exchange for my company for Saturday nights.

Me and a few other friends, we’ll hunt in a pack around Internet chat rooms.  Well, I’ve grown up a lot since then.

Now, I’m proud to say that everything I own, every cent I spend, is all MINE.  I’m proud of the fact that I can stand tall as a woman and declare that I don’t need a man to care for and provide for me.  I don’t need a sui yee to chauffeur me around or pay for my dinner or movie tickets or anything else.

I do that for myself very well, thank you very much!

The flower arrangement in front of the church altar was so unique this morning, I couldn’t resist taking a picture.

Notice the creative use of bottles and glass instead of the usual boring flower stands.  I definitely prefer this.  It lends a very modern touch to the whole scene.  I think if I’m ever going to have to choose flower arrangements for any event, this is the overall look I will look for.

Some people have that creative flaire, the way they can take any ordinary object and create a work of art out of it.

Take this Hongkie chef, for instance.  He specializes in dessert and I just love the way he decorates his cakes.  He likes to work with sugar, and yes, I am a big fan of sugar, but in this case, it’s for what he does with the sugar rather than the amount he puts into his cooking.

What he does is spread colored sugar on a piece of baking paper and puts it into the oven.  The sugar will melt and he gets these random shapes like pieces of glass which he breaks up and arrange on his cakes.  Sprinkle a little icing sugar on top and you get a masterpiece that just looks too good to eat.

Me, I’ve never been any good at decorating or art, for that matter.  That’s why I prefer to pay people to do it for me :p

No, this is not about that one-man play.

Tai Mai is going for one of those blind dates arranged by the parents next week.  Apparently the prospective suitor noticed her during a dinner and had his parents approach her parents to arrange the meeting.

Eek!!!  Didn’t know they still do this kind of thing these days.

Mom did try to push a few guys on my before.  First it was that guy from the neighborhood DVD rental store.  "Such a handsome young man, so enterprising and friendly."

Then it was the son of one of her karaoke members.

"He is such perfect marriage material.  So handsome, a successful engineer at some factory, owns his own place.  Any girl looking for a good husband should consider him.  In fact, if he gives the greenlight, hordes of girls will come falling at his feet," she raves.

"You will be stupid not to consider him," she said when I rolled my eyes.

I put my foot down there and then.

"Look," I told her, "I’m still young and hot, therefore the party is far from over for me.  At this stage, stable guys ready to settle down (read boring) automatically goes to the reject pile."

Furthermore, I will have the final say on the guy I finally settle down with, IF that EVER happens at all.  Any guy pushed upon me, even if he is Mr Right, automatically goes to the reject pile.

And lastly, I DO NOT fall at a guy’s feet.  Guys fall at my feet :p

Nowadays, Mom doesn’t push as hard any more, thank God!  Still, she can’t curb her tongue and will pass a comment once in a while about eligible guys she has met.

Match make me?  Huh!!!  Not if I have a choice!

No, this is not about that one-man play.

Tai Mai is going for one of those blind dates arranged by the parents next week.  Apparently the prospective suitor noticed her during a dinner and had his parents approach her parents to arrange the meeting.

Eek!!!  Didn’t know they still do this kind of thing these days.

Mom did try to push a few guys on my before.  First it was that guy from the neighborhood DVD rental store.  "Such a handsome young man, so enterprising and friendly."

Then it was the son of one of her karaoke members.

"He is such perfect marriage material.  So handsome, a successful engineer at some factory, owns his own place.  Any girl looking for a good husband should consider him.  In fact, if he gives the greenlight, hordes of girls will come falling at his feet," she raves.

"You will be stupid not to consider him," she said when I rolled my eyes.

I put my foot down there and then.

"Look," I told her, "I’m still young and hot, therefore the party is far from over for me.  At this stage, stable guys ready to settle down (read boring) automatically goes to the reject pile."

Furthermore, I will have the final say on the guy I finally settle down with, IF that EVER happens at all.  Any guy pushed upon me, even if he is Mr Right, automatically goes to the reject pile.

And lastly, I DO NOT fall at a guy’s feet.  Guys fall at my feet :p

Nowadays, Mom doesn’t push as hard any more, thank God!  Still, she can’t curb her tongue and will pass a comment once in a while about eligible guys she has met.

Match make me?  Huh!!!  Not if I have a choice!

I’ve been asked what is it that made my gal pal love her bf so much.  Could it be his big brown eyes, boyish charms or the way he sometimes follows her around like a puppy dog?

Does the "why" really matter in loving someone?

I think these 2 Minikims I found in my collection best describes her situation.  We all have ideals of what our soul mate should be like but when Love kicks in, it all goes down the drain.

OK, I’m a sucker for romance and I really believe that when Love happens, you don’t question the logic of it.  Love is something that defies logic.

Yeah, it can be something like a maze too, huh?  Especially when we are dealing with people and all their complexities.  So you can’t really narrow it down to just one thing.  It’s a combination of many, many little things that make up the whole equation.

With so many variables, it’s no wonder that experts are paid obscene amounts of money to figure it out.

But Honey, to answer your question, the easiest thing that I can think of is that you love him because he makes you HAPPY.

So don’t go beat yourself up figuring out the why.  That is just a waste of energy ^_^

I remember ordering from them during my banking days so they must be around for at least a decade.

A little on the pah pai side because there is a minimum order quantity that needs to be fulfilled or else they don’t deliver.

Kar Cher bought 2 for me since Ah Q’s office is ordering.  Are they cutting costs here?  I used to get my pies in those little aluminium foil cups.  Without them we get not so round pies.

Oh well, as long as they still taste as good, what’s a little funny shape, right?

Here’s a view of the cross section to reveal the filling.  Nothing much, just egg, pieces of chicken, potatoes and ugh, onions which I wasted no time in getting rid of.

The pastry smelled heavenly of margerine.  Mmmmm…..so fragrant and crispy too!  As for the filling, well, nothing to shout about except that they are big chunks compared to other places that give you more vegetables than chicken.

And oh, they fried the potatoes first before putting them in the pie.  Other places will just par boil them, so that’s something extra.

I’ve lost the contact number for this place.  Don’t remember how much the pies cost either.  Must remember to get the details from Kar Cher the next time we meet up.