Never Glum

Posted on 5 January 2005 @ 12:18 in Humour

Got this from Beth.

Sure put a smile on my face when I saw it. Hope it did for you, too.

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Hairless Christians?

Posted on 3 January 2005 @ 14:16 in Humour, Reading

Excerpt from the book I’m currently reading:


“I know a woman here in Toronto, who is very dear to my heart. She was my foster mother. I call her Auntieji and she likes that. She is Québécoise. Though she has lived in Toronto for over thirty years, her French-speaking mind still slips on occasion on the understanding of English. And so, when she first heard of Hare Krishnas, she didn’t hear right. She heard “Hairless Christians”, and this is what they were to her for many years. When I corrected her, I told her that in fact she was not so wrong; that Hindus, in their capacity for love, are indeed hairless Christians, just as Muslims, in the way they see God in everything, are bearded Hindus, and Christians, in their devotion to God, are hat-wearing Muslims.”

Life of Pi
Yann Martel

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A new act

Posted on 19 December 2004 @ 00:16 in Humour

Thumper and Kicker

Guess which one I am.

Hahaha …

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My darling blur sister

Posted on 13 December 2004 @ 00:34 in Family, Humour

I was in the bathroom (washing my hands, let me add) when my handphone rang. It was in the depths of my pants pocket. After three repeated rings of Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons” ringtone while I finished washing and drying my hands, I finally dug it out of the pocket and looked at who was calling. It was my sister. But I was in her house.

I cancelled the call, went looking for her and eventually found her in the study, not immediately visible from the door but round the corner and facing towards the bookshelves. She was still holding the cordless phone receiver to her ear.

“Why are you calling? I’m here,” I said to her.

It took her a while before she turned and another while before she realised I was there in the room talking to her in person and not on the phone.

“Oh, I was calling to ask if you were coming for dinner,” she replied. “You came with father, is it?”

“I was in the bathroom … ”

It’s quite a distance from the study to the bathroom (guest bathroom, actually) and the study door was closed, so no wonder she didn’t hear my handphone ringing.

A while later, the cordless phone rang. One of the other three (niece and her two cousins) laughed and said maybe it was my dad calling from the dining room to tell us dinner was ready.

So funny …

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Wish List – 1.5

Posted on 12 December 2004 @ 10:40 in Humour

This is a little addition that someone has said if I put on my wish list, he might just be able to grant it. So this one, I just might be getting, thanks to Bendrix.

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