As any true blue fan of Agatha Christie, it behooves me to do this quiz. Secondary school days were made brighter because of reading her books (amongst others) and till today whenever I need a lift, all I have to do is pick up one of her books and get lost in a world of intrigue, humor and wit. An absolutely marvellous way to pamper my mind.

Here’s the link to the Agatha Christie Quiz and here are my results. Click on Continue Reading for details – it contains spoilers!:

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Bezzie sent me this picture today and it brought to mind this issue about boyfriends and friends.

He ain’t heavy, he’s my bezzie’s hubby

One of my requirements for my boyfriends (past and future) is this: "Love me, love my friends."

Or at the very least, try to grin and bear with them because like it or not, they are an extension of me. The more you know them, the more you would find out about me because birds of a feather generally flock together.

But what happens when my friends don’t get along well with my boyfriend? Is it ok for me to expect them to accept him as part of me as well?

Bezzie and I have concluded that we’d probably never understand why we are attracted to guys that the other wouldn’t touch with a ten-feet pole. When she started dating HS, sparks flew between HS and I – and it’s not in a good way. HS has an uncanny knack of irritating me to no end. At one point, poor bezzie was wringing her hands in utter despair.

"I love the two of you but the both of you couldn’t get along. Whom should I side with??"

I remember telling her that she should side him since they are going to be one in marriage and should not let anyone or anything come between them. And that as long as he treats her with tender loving care and is faithful to her, I would hold nothing against him. But could he please lay off his teasings and jibes towards me?

He did try (and failed!) and tried again and I like to think that we are in a good place now. The last time I conversed with him to arrange a surprise call for bezzie, he was so nice and obliging. A definite ally when it comes to treating our beloved Rina well.

While it can be hard to picture him tagging along her almost every time we meet up when she comes down here or if I go there for a visit, it’s really part of the package. I love her, so I have to learn to get along with him the best way I know how. And likewise bezzie dearie, when it’s my turn to have a partner whom you roll your eyes upon, I’d expect the same from you. Yes, we are big girls now but it means the world to us when our loved ones accept the person we choose as our boyfriend/life partner. A little support goes a long way.

Dear readers,

I think I have yet another addiction to confess.

I love love love eggs.

Can’t live without them actually. Food just doesn’t taste as nice without them.

Half-boiled, fried, omelette-d, poached – I love them in all forms and sizes. Today I had four. Four eggs whites and three egg yolks to be precise. I couldn’t live with the guilt had I consumed the last of the yolk-hicans. Yolks are high in cholesterol mar.

So tomorrow, no more eggs for me. I rely on you readers, to keep me accountable.

Much love,
Coolcat the Egghead

A typical scenario in a formal Chinese family dinner would be everyone seated around the table. All eyes would be fixed at the food as it is laid upon the table. However, no one would dare to lift up their chopsticks before the sacred words are uttered by the younger ones on the table.

“Pa, ma, chiak seng.” *

The more serious elders would gruffly nod their heads while the more cheerful ones will break out in smiles and say, “Chiak! Chiak!” to all and sundry. Only then would dinner time officially begin.

So one day, I was having dinner with a gang of giggling girls when our food arrived. We ordered the same thing so I pushed the plate to the youngest on the table first. But she pushed the plate over to me. The look that she gave me was eerily similar to the look I normally give to my elders when I invite them to eat first.

“No, YOU eat first,” she said reverently.

It was then that I first realised that in the land of college girls, I’m an elder and therefore, worthy to receive all respects due to me in my culture.

The tables have turned. Maaaaan.

* – Dad, mum, eat first (in Hokkien).

I miss this girl!!!

Photo Credits: MF

“I wonder what shall I wear today?” I chewed my lip as I rummaged through my closet.

My hands came upon a pair of well-worn jeans. My favourite pair of all. It’s been yonks since I worn them last. I couldn’t remember why.

“Well, no reason why you should stay hidden in the closet. It’s time for you to rise and shine, my lovely!” I yanked it out and put it on. It fitted me very comfortably. I gave myself a last once-over in the mirror and hurried out of the house. Mustn’t be late for church or I’ll miss out on the worship.

I arrived on time and took my place amongst the crowd and was soon worshipping the Lord enthusiastically with them. As I closed my eyes and raised my hands, I received the answer to the question that I asked at home. That’s how my brain works when it comes to long-forgotten memories. Ask any question, leave the brain alone while it goes on a data mining mission and the answer will come in a matter of minutes, hours and even days. On that particular Sunday, it came within the hour.

Question: Why haven’t I worn this pair of jeans for the longest time?
Answer: Because it has been ripped in a strategic place just beneath the bottom.

Aiiieeeeeeeeee!!!

One hand immediately flew to cover the offending part. I glanced furtively at the congregation standing behind me. All eyes were closed, many hands were raised. No person appeared to be stumbled by that bit of tantalising flesh peeking through the hole. PHEW!!!

But the eyes of a kind friend nearly popped out of her sockets when I waved and passed her by.

“Latest fashion, is it?” she enquired.

I had the grace to blush. She gave me a couple of safety pins and soon I was all decent again.

Reminder to self: Patch up ripped jeans and never leave home without a safety pin.

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