handsome is as hamsum does
i'm in a bit of a quandary as to the spelling of hamsum. i thought it was spelt hamsome until i read an article in this month's ntuc income magazine. don't look at me like that, i bet your mother is a member of ntuc too, AND you get the very same magazine just that you don't bother to read it. the latter spelling does sound more like when you pronounce it, doesn't it? however, we shall take the ntuc income magazine's spelling of the singlish version of handsome as the correct one, for the purposes of this post.
anyhow, i love annoying my brother! he's become more even-tempered of late (must be all the girls in jc, hur hur) and he's been losing weight as well (definitely because of all the girls in jc). today i told him he was a riot, and a hamsum riot at that.
to which he replied - and he meant it - i hope other girls think so too.
i was ironing clothes at that point in time, and was therefore forced to watch half an episode of deep space nine . that's the nth season of star trek, and as i'm happily running the iron down a shirt, the steam issuing from it warm on my hand, one of the klingons starts having a rather lewd conversation with a lady who looks... human.
when i told lukas that that's just gross, dude! he said, very calmly and matter-of-factly, they're not humans... so it's not porn.
aiyoh! he's really such a ham lah!
he also pointed out to my mother just now that her roast duck looks albino, mum. she's rather upset because today when we went out for lunch we saw two very long queues: one for the singapore pools, the other made up of people clutching yellow slips of paper, waiting to collect their pre-ordered roast ducks and suckling pigs - and the roast ducks cost $18, which was what she paid to buy the raw one from good ol' ntuc.
oh well, i pointed out to her that she gets to keep the duck fat, and we can have potatoes roasted in duck fat soon.
singapore is probably the only place in the world where you can eat malay food for lunch on chinese new year's eve, and then come home for tuan yuan fan. i had the most amazing nasi ayam penyet at jurong west (east? i know 157 goes there) just now.
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maybe it's because jon is away - the above-mentioned magazine made three sets of couples, one who'd been dating for one and a half years, one who'd just gotten married, and one who'd been married for 25 years - write love letters to each other in honour of valentine's day. i can see you rolling your eyes already, such a plebian publication and thing to do! you're thinking.
but i teared. i began to tear when i started reading the newlyweds' letters to each other, and by the time i got the the couple who'd been married 25 years i wanted to start crying in earnest. he thanked her for things like making home, home even though she had a full-time job. you know, the little things that make Everyday happy and peaceful and a blessing to others. just like how i think God intended marriage to be.
i'm in a bit of a quandary as to the spelling of hamsum. i thought it was spelt hamsome until i read an article in this month's ntuc income magazine. don't look at me like that, i bet your mother is a member of ntuc too, AND you get the very same magazine just that you don't bother to read it. the latter spelling does sound more like when you pronounce it, doesn't it? however, we shall take the ntuc income magazine's spelling of the singlish version of handsome as the correct one, for the purposes of this post.
anyhow, i love annoying my brother! he's become more even-tempered of late (must be all the girls in jc, hur hur) and he's been losing weight as well (definitely because of all the girls in jc). today i told him he was a riot, and a hamsum riot at that.
to which he replied - and he meant it - i hope other girls think so too.
i was ironing clothes at that point in time, and was therefore forced to watch half an episode of deep space nine . that's the nth season of star trek, and as i'm happily running the iron down a shirt, the steam issuing from it warm on my hand, one of the klingons starts having a rather lewd conversation with a lady who looks... human.
when i told lukas that that's just gross, dude! he said, very calmly and matter-of-factly, they're not humans... so it's not porn.
aiyoh! he's really such a ham lah!
he also pointed out to my mother just now that her roast duck looks albino, mum. she's rather upset because today when we went out for lunch we saw two very long queues: one for the singapore pools, the other made up of people clutching yellow slips of paper, waiting to collect their pre-ordered roast ducks and suckling pigs - and the roast ducks cost $18, which was what she paid to buy the raw one from good ol' ntuc.
oh well, i pointed out to her that she gets to keep the duck fat, and we can have potatoes roasted in duck fat soon.
singapore is probably the only place in the world where you can eat malay food for lunch on chinese new year's eve, and then come home for tuan yuan fan. i had the most amazing nasi ayam penyet at jurong west (east? i know 157 goes there) just now.
***
maybe it's because jon is away - the above-mentioned magazine made three sets of couples, one who'd been dating for one and a half years, one who'd just gotten married, and one who'd been married for 25 years - write love letters to each other in honour of valentine's day. i can see you rolling your eyes already, such a plebian publication and thing to do! you're thinking.
but i teared. i began to tear when i started reading the newlyweds' letters to each other, and by the time i got the the couple who'd been married 25 years i wanted to start crying in earnest. he thanked her for things like making home, home even though she had a full-time job. you know, the little things that make Everyday happy and peaceful and a blessing to others. just like how i think God intended marriage to be.
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