My Friend's Blog

"Friends can connect in mysterious ways without even speaking. Perhaps they have amazing powers. Perhaps they are both just peculiar in the head" ~ Edward Monkton.


If you enjoy reading my blog I am sure you will also enjoy reading my friend's blog. We are both very random individuals who are drawn to each other's randomness and suffer from withdrawal if we spend to much time with 'ordinary' people...


Check it out: http://wwwlienkiesblog.blogspot.com/


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Tip of the Day: How to Prevent Explosions

Hard boiled eggs with the shell removed can not be reheated in the microwave, I repeat CAN NOT be reheated in the microwave!


I am still suffering from post traumatic stress...


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Why I Will Always Be Daddy's Little Girl

• I fell asleep on my daddy's lap every night, until my sister was born (baby sisters ruin everything).
• My father taught me to ride a bike and swim without any form of assitive devices (he tricked me into doing both of these but I forgive him now).
• My dad enjoyed chasing my sister and I around the house with various forms of insects or dead rodents. One day he had a fat white grub on a spade and chased us around the garden with it, my sister ran so hard into a wooden gate, that it was dislodged from its' hinges, fortunately she lived to tell the tale
• When I was little my father let me sit on his shoulders and do anything I liked to his hair, there were no limits, I usually put every elastic-tie, bow and clip I owned in his hair and then asked my mother to take a picture. I eventually passed this tradition on to my sister and till today she still enjoys tweezing the hair out of his ears (nasty).
• We were called 'dalchies' as a term of endearment (FYI a dalchie is a Malay deep fried savoury snack).
• When we refused to go bath my dad enjoyed rubbing our faces and arms with a banana skin until we eventually gave in and went to bath (randomness really is genetic I tell you).
• My father could make the best coke floats, unfortunately these coke floats were never very kind to my digestive system.

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Brrrrr

In the time of  the ever popular 'Coke-a-Cola' advertisement a colleague of mine used the following, very apt, phrase to describe a handsome doctor we worked with: "Brrrrrrrrr"!


Unfortunately said doctor was only a few metres in front of her...


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The Best Compliment

According to my mother the best compliment she ever received was from her four-year-old daughter:


"Your skin is so soft, soft like a soft white bread".


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