Yes, the captain and midfielder of Liverpool FC. While I'll admit he's great onfield, he is just an absolut dreamboat in the recent Carlsberg ad!!! That melting smile, that burning look of concentration, those legs that could go on forever, that... oh, sorry, where was I? Ah yes, the ad. Take a look and decide for yourself.
Credit: YouTube
Although I'm a Heineken chick, and they have an excellent pool of creative executives to give you the best beer catchy ads in the universe, I'm going with Carlsberg just this once! Excuse me, it's the hormones talking.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Verdict: This Weekend
This Weekend: Good. The past two evenings I have been catching up with some good friends. Khush, who now is living it up in Seattle working for one of the biggest IT giants, Microsoft, is in town for 2 weeks. It was massively fun catching up with him. He was selling us the working culture of Microsoft, not that we had a Masters in Computer Science or anything, but it made for a hell of an entertaining evening. Also there were Put-your-hands-in-the-air, not-on-my-butt Cliff, Inquisitive Ivy, Derek-is-soooo-not-funny Jill, and erm...well, Derek.
And last night, Jill and I caught up with Sophia. The mother-to-be of Megan Isobelle Tan. Yeah, that's the name that Jill and I have discussed and determined Sophia's little girlie will have. Sophia was brimming with joy and it was smiles and laughter all round the table. Even when we were talking about the antics of the Lady of the Manor (see previous post) and the cruel but impending task of wearing a clinical white top and skirt at Joanne's wedding.
But although the catching up with friends was good, I'm missing my honey bun-neeey. Yes, he and the Union Thug are one and the same. My honey bun-neey has been in Melbourne this past week for work and although there's still the same physical distance between us, for some strange reason, I miss him. Why is that? I don't really know. I know that he has been trying to write me as much as possible though. Every chance he gets.
Although, he has passed up on writing me a decent-length email for literally, a walk in the park. The botanical gardens, to be exact. So he has been told that he will have to do everything he possibly can to redeem himself. The poor bun-neeey, he has a tough life with The Wee Yapper ahead of him. Baby, if you're reading this, I'm still waitiiiiiiiing......... Hee!
And last night, Jill and I caught up with Sophia. The mother-to-be of Megan Isobelle Tan. Yeah, that's the name that Jill and I have discussed and determined Sophia's little girlie will have. Sophia was brimming with joy and it was smiles and laughter all round the table. Even when we were talking about the antics of the Lady of the Manor (see previous post) and the cruel but impending task of wearing a clinical white top and skirt at Joanne's wedding.
But although the catching up with friends was good, I'm missing my honey bun-neeey. Yes, he and the Union Thug are one and the same. My honey bun-neey has been in Melbourne this past week for work and although there's still the same physical distance between us, for some strange reason, I miss him. Why is that? I don't really know. I know that he has been trying to write me as much as possible though. Every chance he gets.
Although, he has passed up on writing me a decent-length email for literally, a walk in the park. The botanical gardens, to be exact. So he has been told that he will have to do everything he possibly can to redeem himself. The poor bun-neeey, he has a tough life with The Wee Yapper ahead of him. Baby, if you're reading this, I'm still waitiiiiiiiing......... Hee!
Verdict: Last Weekend
Last Weekend: Not Good. The Lady of the Manor was driving The Wee Yapper up the wall. There are 2 pictures I can't get out of my head.
Picture #1: If The Wee Yapper had claws and teeth like a beaver and a termite's gastronomical taste, it'd be like this: The Wee Yapper would clawing down and munching through the walls of the manor in order to escape ANY talk of THE wedding.
Picture #2:
Please do not ask me to explain how Picture #2 found its way into my head. It's surreal escapism, if you will. I really am quite harmless. You must believe me.
Back to The Lady of the Manor. It has come to the point where she sorely lacks any semblance of the capacity to comprehend. The Wee Yapper feels like Jackie Chan's character in Rush Hour 2 where he yells "Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"
Let's see, I can make a list of the things we do not agree on the wedding:
Date of THE wedding:
She: 2008 ("Indians don't marry outside the months of Jan-Apr")
Me: That's ridiculous. Loads of Indian couples get married from May - Dec too.
She: No. No. No.
Me: So let's have it in April 2007 then.
She: That's too soon. Nobody plans a wedding in less than a year.
Me: No, everyone can plan it within a year. Just not you.
She: You just want the wedding next year, that's all. No one but you.
A Banquet
She: We'll have a wedding banquet.
Me: No. No, hotel wedding banquets. That's traditionally a Chinese practice.
She: No, everyone does it.
Me: Yes, but it started as a Chinese practice and now it's catching on. But we don't want that.
She: But your brother had it for his wedding. So it'll only be fair that you have one too.
Me: Fair? It's OK, I don't mind not having one.
She: No, we'll have one.
Me: [exasperated] Fine, just not at a hotel. It'll be at a tasteful Indian restaurant.
The Day of the Banquet
She: Maybe it'll be a few days after the temple wedding. Or if we're lucky, the day after the wedding.
Me: It won't be fair for his family and friends. They won't be able to do that. They're only flying down for a couple of days, not a week or anything more than that.
She: That's nonsense. Of course they are.
Me: Listen to me. I'm telling you that they aren't.
She: You're negative about everything. Of course they'll be in town for more than a few days.
These are not the exact words of the conversation. Only because it's too traumatic to repeat the conversation in all its entirety. But the essence of it has been captured, I reckon.
So it has been agreed that The Wee Yapper will avoid all talk of THE wedding with the Lady of the Manor until the Union Thug gets into town in August to negotiate wedding terms with her. Because it is quite plain to see that The Lady of the Manor will not listen to a word that The WeeYapper has to say, even if this IS The Wee Yapper's wedding!! Grrrr..........
Picture #1: If The Wee Yapper had claws and teeth like a beaver and a termite's gastronomical taste, it'd be like this: The Wee Yapper would clawing down and munching through the walls of the manor in order to escape ANY talk of THE wedding.
Picture #2:
Please do not ask me to explain how Picture #2 found its way into my head. It's surreal escapism, if you will. I really am quite harmless. You must believe me.
Back to The Lady of the Manor. It has come to the point where she sorely lacks any semblance of the capacity to comprehend. The Wee Yapper feels like Jackie Chan's character in Rush Hour 2 where he yells "Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"
Let's see, I can make a list of the things we do not agree on the wedding:
Date of THE wedding:
She: 2008 ("Indians don't marry outside the months of Jan-Apr")
Me: That's ridiculous. Loads of Indian couples get married from May - Dec too.
She: No. No. No.
Me: So let's have it in April 2007 then.
She: That's too soon. Nobody plans a wedding in less than a year.
Me: No, everyone can plan it within a year. Just not you.
She: You just want the wedding next year, that's all. No one but you.
A Banquet
She: We'll have a wedding banquet.
Me: No. No, hotel wedding banquets. That's traditionally a Chinese practice.
She: No, everyone does it.
Me: Yes, but it started as a Chinese practice and now it's catching on. But we don't want that.
She: But your brother had it for his wedding. So it'll only be fair that you have one too.
Me: Fair? It's OK, I don't mind not having one.
She: No, we'll have one.
Me: [exasperated] Fine, just not at a hotel. It'll be at a tasteful Indian restaurant.
The Day of the Banquet
She: Maybe it'll be a few days after the temple wedding. Or if we're lucky, the day after the wedding.
Me: It won't be fair for his family and friends. They won't be able to do that. They're only flying down for a couple of days, not a week or anything more than that.
She: That's nonsense. Of course they are.
Me: Listen to me. I'm telling you that they aren't.
She: You're negative about everything. Of course they'll be in town for more than a few days.
These are not the exact words of the conversation. Only because it's too traumatic to repeat the conversation in all its entirety. But the essence of it has been captured, I reckon.
So it has been agreed that The Wee Yapper will avoid all talk of THE wedding with the Lady of the Manor until the Union Thug gets into town in August to negotiate wedding terms with her. Because it is quite plain to see that The Lady of the Manor will not listen to a word that The WeeYapper has to say, even if this IS The Wee Yapper's wedding!! Grrrr..........
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