Firstof all: Steve is a stingray! A soft, fuzzy, adorable brown one. And I gave him to Eunice for her birthday. I love it. And it means more to give away what you love, right? Haha. Anyway, I promise me and Turk will go out for coffee and a movie or stg after raya to celebrate properly.
Second: Have a list to put up here. As a result of a crackpot conversation with Lin after our SS test the other day. It's our combined criteria for a future husband; includes the sensible and the ridiculous, you discern.
Great husband factors include:
1. Residence in the east. -- This is essentially dumb. But really. I was very unhappy when one of my cousins got married and moved from perfect Tampines to JURONG. Like hello. Turn my life topsy and turvy, why don't you. Yes, I am irrational, I know.
2. Fantastic voice for being Imam (leading prayers). -- A superb melting quality.
3. An orphan. -- To avoid the horror of mother-in-laws. Think women like Glenn Close in Hush.
4. Sense of humour. -- Because my family is a nutty family that sends me into bouts of hysterical laughter frequently, I cannot imagine being otherwise.
5. Leadership qualities. -- Sylvia Plath did say something along the lines of "Every woman loves a fascist". A man with authority and power plus the right dose of gentlemanliness and sensitivity makes any woman melt. Think Hector in Troy. In fact, practically every heroic character in any movie has this combination. It's probably a female biological instinct.
6. A romantic. -- I am somewhat cynical (blame my dad) of the capability of men to be so; hence this would be a bonus factor. It'd be nice to have a significant other who reminds you how much you're loved.
7. With regards to physical attributes - none too many. Just as long as the arms are veiny (so Lin insists) and taller. Bah. Which guy isn't taller than me? You'd be seriously hard put to find one. I'd say a better criteria would be one who wasn't too tall so I wouldn't have to shout to be heard.
So the list ends.
Anyway, finished Veronica Mars Season 2! And love the dialogue. And love my woobie, Logan.
Oh, did I say I was a kind soul this past saturday and helped clean store rooms at Pertapis? I should learn to clean my own space first. But those kids, man. They may live at an orphanage, but toys and clothes they do not lack. The public should seriously stop donating their junk to these kids. An excess of any one thing becomes useless. Too many clothes, too many silly toys.
Have a song stuck in my head. Sway by The Perishers, from the soundtrack of Veronica Mars. It's like a broken record in my brain.
Raya coming. But. Chem test coming. Lit essay deadline coming. LSM test coming! Math lab quiz coming. :S THERE IS NO ESCAPE.
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