Thursday, September 27, 2001 - 05:53 p.m.
My parents' anniversary is in early September, and every year on that day my father comes home from work with a bouquet of roses for my mother. This year, however, my mother was in Japan visiting my grandparents so she wasn't here. My father knew she was coming home yesterday, so he came home with a big fat bouquet... only to find that my mother was so tired out by jetlag she was already in bed. ~_~; So, as my father and I were eating dinner (broiled eel my mother brought home), my father, eyeing the bouquet on the dinner table, realized that if my mother was probably not going to get up until the next day, the bouquet wouldn't last without water. So started Operation Rosebud......
It seems simple enough; putting some roses in a vase, but for my father it turned into this big ridiculous flower-arranging project. Ignoring my advise to trim the roses first (which were about 20 inches long) he put them into a glass vase. The vase had a rather wide opening (too big for twenty-three roses), so the roses were all facing different directions. My father tried to correct this by stuffing fern branches (which came with the bouquet) into the vase around the roses so they would balance everything out. That was okay, until he tried to put all the branches into the vase, which was like a whole fern plant. Meanwhile, I got exasperated and left the table to wash the dishes. When I returned, what I found was a table littered with fern seeds, something that resembled a jungle in a glass jar, and my father, looking at the jungle at various angles, beaming with satisfaction.
I said nothing and went to bed. The next morning, I found the jungle tamed; the roses were trimmed, and almost all of the ferns were removed from the arrangement. I asked my mother (who was up) about it, and she said she had cleaned it up, because it looked so ugly she really thought that my father had actually bought the roses on their anniversary and left it there for three weeks. My father hasn't come home yet to hear how my mother reacted to his masterpiece...
Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - 06:05 p.m.
I spent the whole day today in front of the TV watching the nauseating footages of the terrorist attack on the East Coast. My thoughts go out to the victims and their families of New York and Washington D.C.
Saturday, September 8, 2001 - 10:02 p.m.
I went to a nearby supermarket to buy chicken for dinner, and while I was waiting in the express lane, I saw a fashion magazine with a flying boy on the cover... It was Harry!! If you're a HP fan and you're looking forward to the movie, buy the October 2001 issue of Vanity Fair! XD It's a Harry Potter Collection Edition, and it has really nice pictures of the movie version Harry Potter people~ The POTIONS MASTER picture is especially nice.... heh heh heh... >:D
By the way, when I excitedly showed my sister the magazine, and she said "Before I took a good look at it, I thought that was a flying businessman on the cover... (cause of the tie and glasses...)" ~_~;;;
Tuesday, September 4, 2001 - 08:24 p.m.
An overheard conversation between a mother and her (approximately) four year-old son in a tearoom ladies' room:
Son: *playing with sanitary napkin dispenser* Mommy, what's this?
Mom: You don't need that. Come wash your hands.
Son: What's in it?
Mom: It's Kotex.
Son: What's Kotex??
Mom: It's for ladies.
Son: What is it?
Mom: It's a diaper.
Son: You wear a diaper, Mommy!?!?
Kids are cute...