Application for permission to date my daughter

I had a great laugh reading this ... such sentiments probably holds true to any Mom and Dad protective of their precious and priceless daughters. With the permission of "Manang Lea", I am cross posting it here ... happy reading!

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APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NAME _____________________________
DATE OF BIRTH ____________HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________
IQ __________ GPA _________SOCIAL SECURITY #______________
DRIVERS LICENSE #____________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________
CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______
Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _______________________________________________________
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Number of years they have been married _________________________________
If less than your age, explain: ___________________________________________________________________
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ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION: In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ___________________________________________________________
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In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?________________________________________________________________
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In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?_____________________________________________________________
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REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________ How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? ____________ mother? ___________ pastor? ____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
_______________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my: _______________________________________________________________
C: A woman's place is in the: _____________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is: _____________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? _____________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: _____________________________________________________________
G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

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Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

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Mother's Signature

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Father's Signature
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Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi / State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.

Daddy's Rules for Dating
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head tells me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then, return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

what i am thinking just now ...

- the laundry that has to be done soon
- the mess on my work desk at home
- i have to schedule the window wash at home (inside and outside)
- prepare for Alexander's post birthday party

trivial stuffs, eh?

some lingering thoughts

i must admit i get inspired of other people's blog. whenever i surf the internet, i almost always come across with blogs which has character and depth that i can relate to. reading their post would make me smile, laugh and cry ... and inspire me to no end. somewhere along the line i get to realise that hey, i was not alone having such similar thoughts, likes and dislikes. i am human, and normal after all - feeling the same sentiments and have similar perspective as that of another human being. knowing this, and keeping this fact in mind, i somehow don't feel guilty for thinking the way i do, feeling the way i do nor i ever have to apologise for who i am and what i am. i am simply being me ... and no one can take that away from me.

late night musings ...

my boys are now sound asleep ... and i'm obviously way beyond any sleep. for some reason, i haven't been getting enough sleep. could i be suffering some tinge of stress? good lord, i sure hope not. but the tell-tale signs are there: sleepless nights, muscle aches, stiff neck and craving for sweets. ussch ... such bad vibes ... what an awful thought!

work today is as crazy as any other day. actually, i have yet to have a "calm" day at work - i realised i haven't had that for quite some time ... i sort of miss the slow paced workday. the time i could take my tea break at 10 am, lunch at 12 pm and another tea break at 3 pm - mind you, that's the regular Swedish breaks at work. when i get to work at 8 am, time would pass by like a speeding bullet - i'd miss my morning tea break, have lunch at 2 pm (not much room left for the afternoon tea) and call it a day at 5 pm. and for me to try to recall what i have accomplished during the day is another thing - i still feel i have loads of things undone. ain't that nuts?

alexander was waiting up for me when i came home ... he was too eager to do his homework but wanted me to be around to show me that his lessons were "easy as pie". he was so proud of his work and he showed me the "excellent"-stamp in his reading book from his teacher. his precious prize from mommy dear? a big, big hug!

we ate dinner as alexander blabbered non-stop about what went on in school and what he wanted to do after dinner - he asked permission to surf in the internet! we said ok for half an hour and gave him his marching order to bed afterwards - no further discussions ensued. it was an order!

twas raining when i left the office ... am glad i had my scooter with me. it's rather odd to have a spring temperature at 6 degrees Celcius this rainy winter day - very unusual. there was a storm with strong winds only last friday ... and this week is all but rain - but a warm temperature of 6 to 8 degrees Celcius. who am i to complain?

ahhh ... me and my late night musings. where's my sleep? i'd better catch another boring movie reel on telly ... it may send me to my much awaited deep slumber.

see you around ...

Alexander turns 7 yrs old today!

sleep eludes me ... so, here i am, blogging at 2.30 am. well, at least i have something exciting to share: Alexander turns 7 yrs. old today!

i suddenly feel very nostalgic. as i browsed on his baby photo albums and found his birth card from the hospital which read:

Baby Boy: Tatoy-Eriksson
Born: 21 February 2001

Time: 08.04 hrs

Weight: 3170 grams

Height: 51 cms

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Östra Sjukhuset, Gothenburg (Sweden)

come to think of it, this tiny tot and precious gift to me and my husband, turns 7 yrs old today! it truly made me think and reflect how lucky and proud we are as parents to Alexander. he is our pride and joy - his presence alone is a confirmation of our existence as a couple and he truly brings a certain calm, and chaos, in our household ... all in a positive manner. words are not enough to express the happiness and fulfillment he is giving to us.

christmas 2006 and january 2007 respectively

during a forest stroll in july 2007 and a regular day in october 2007

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEXANDER!

our London family adventures

Ok, here's the complete "chronicle" of our recent family trip to London (31 January - 4 February 2008). My apologies to relatives, cousins and friends for not posting it sooner - it's just that things went sort of crazy when i got back to work ... simply put, I've been busy - as in SUPER BUSY!

Well, work is always like that ... you just can't put it aside. So, even if I've got my cold, lost my voice and squeaked my instructions, I survived the past three days. Tomorrow, I'm working from home - I begged not to come work to be able to rest my voice completely ... no one understands me anyway when I try to speak, nor can I answer any of my phone calls.

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LONDON DIARIES
31 January – 4 February 2008

Family and friends asked me to write about my recent trip to London in my blog, and even my colleagues would like to read about how we spent our 4-days holiday in the maze of London. I was told they love my gab for writing in detail all my travels that they feel like being there with me just the same. And I’m truly glad you feel that way. I’m sure you will be able to laugh, and symphatise, with me.

A word of caution though, you will have to bear in mind that as you read on, this particular trip is all about our son, Alexander. This is one of his birthday wishes and we thought that given his age, it’s would be quite an experience for him to see London and get his own perspective and impressions. For him, London is where Thomas the Tank Engines lives, and our role is to simply chaperone – and chaperoned him we did!

I managed to arrange a 5-day stay at one of our company’s London apartments in the City of Westminister for a small fee – it is one of the perks we get as employees for SCA. The airfares at Ryan Air was also a bonus, making this trip truly worth its while.

So, here’s our trip diary to London. Happy reading!

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Thursday, 31 January 2008

Arrived at London Stanstead Airport in a drizzle of rain. From the airport, we took the express train to the Liverpool Street Station and from there took the famous London taxi to our rented flat at the Octavia House at Medway Street. The ride took a bit longer than expected because of the lunch hour rush around the Westminster area in Victoria Street. Safe inside the cab, we watched people as they scurried around under the rain. And yes, in typical English fashion, we took notice of how umbrellas flipped open and closed at every corner of the street. Alexander took fancy of the London cab – it’s different, he said. Arriving at the Octavia House, we were greeted by the day portier as soon as we entered the lobby of the building.

The 2-bedroom flat assigned to us was quite chic from inside and out, and mind you, it was fully furnished. The living room has TV and small radio while the kitchen is fully equipped that we could cook and bake as we please. The coffee machine is heaven sent for my husband, and I was equally thankful for the dishwasher. Alexander loved the flat the instant we came in and has staked claim to the first bedroom with a small balcony by the hallway. The master’s bedroom is spacious with a full sized closet and, yes, a safe deposit box. It has two toilet and shower. Towels and bed linens are also provided and were neatly arranged by the bed for you. We feel so pampered already – it’s like living in a hotel and yet it feels like it’s home.

We dropped our bags, secured our valuables and off we went to explore our neighbourhood. We soon discovered that the glass building we see right across from our balcony was the TV4-station of London. We set off for a promenade down Horseferry Road and crisscrossed the Marsham Street passing the neat entrance of the Home Office Building. And to Alexander’s delight, we came across police officers’ heavily armed with machine guns walking around the building. I could see the friendly smile on their faces as Alex asked me if the guns were real. We walked alongside the River Thames along Millbank Street hoping to see something majestic – and we were disappointed. This particular part of the river was almost dry – no, not undergoing some clean up but simply experiencing a low tide. But we did see a barge afloat in the middle of the river, minus the promised charm of the River Thames (at least from the east side). The stretch of Millbank Street between the Lambeth Bridge and Vauxhall Bridge lead us to the Tate Britain Gallery teemed with people in busloads. We backtracked our steps and headed to Victoria Street passing through the Westminister Abbey. The smell of pizza suddenly made us all hungry so we scouted for a pizza restaurant as we walked along Victoria Street and found one called Pizza Express. It’s an affordable pizza joint for families during the day as the atmosphere, as we were told, transforms into more of a “club pizza joint” for adults for a wine and dine jazzy night.

After our late lunch, we decided to take the number 15 bus to take us to the London Tower Bridge. We enjoyed the whole ride as it took us along Picadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square and St Paul’s Cathedral. Just for the kick of it, we opted to get off early at Cannon Street and instead explore the city area. Along the way, we got distracted by small and big shops we simply can’t resist – so, we ended up dashing in and out of the shops before we realised that it had fallen dark which prompted us to skip our original plan and go home. And as classic as it could get, we managed to take the wrong bus and ended up at Bloomsbury instead of Westminster.

In any case, by the time we found our way back to the flat, we were all starving – again! The availability of ready sandwiches – in all shapes and sizes, dressings and spices, made it possible for us to steady our grumbling stomachs. The eat-and-go-culture in the UK is pretty obvious - anywhere you go, you're likely to see an Englishman munching a sandwich as they walk and talk on their mobile phones. We did some quick groceries to stuff our empty fridge and freezer.

All throughout our day’s adventure, Alexander was exceptionally positive and vibrant – enjoying the day’s twists and turns. In fact, he thinks everything’s a great adventure.

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Friday, 1 February 2008

Another day, another adventure. Our target destination for the day has been set: Hamley’s and Harrod’s. Alexander’s all geared to see toyland – places he’d only heard from family and friends. To him, it’s pure paradise just at the mere mention of it.

On our way out to Victoria Street, we passed a market area and saw some activity books Alexander would like to have. He was quite chirpy on this cold, windy day. We lived close to the Scotland Yard Office along Victoria Street and it’s actually walking distance to the Big Ben and Westminster Abbey - but with Alexander in tow, the red double-decker bus is something that tickled his fancy. So, we took buss number 11 to Picadilly Circus and from there we got off at Regent Street and found our way to Hamley’s. Well inside the toyshop, Alexander just went ballistics and ran off to find his “friends” – Thomas the Tank Engine, of course. Believe it or not, we spent more than an hour just waiting for him to get tired of playing with the train tracks and trying on some other toys – in the end, we’re the ones who got fed up and literally have to tell him we have to leave. Oh yes, we sure did not leave empty handed ... there were a few train toys and other stuff that went inside our backpack.

He was quite pleased with his visit at Hamley’s. He talked incessantly about everything he saw there – as if we were not present at the same toyshop. We continued our walk and got ourselves in and around the Mayfair and Soho districts. Oxford Street is teeming with a lot of people and it's where you could find just about anything – odd stuff included. As soon as Alexander started complaining how tired his small legs are from the long walk, we decided to take another bus from Bond Street to Knightbridge/Sloane to visit Harrod’s.

When we arrived at the Knightbridge/Sloane Street, we immediately noticed that there’s no such intensity and activity there unlike that of Oxford Street – the area is one exclusive shopping street. To my hubby’s delight, there are a lot of luxurious and expensive cars cruising, and parked along the stretch of Sloane Street – Jaguars, Lambourginis, Porsches, BMWs, Mercedeses, Aston Martins and the lot. Owners of these cars are obviously patrons of the high-end and trendy shops as Fendi, Chanel, Gucci, D&G, Burberry, Louis Vuitton, Prada – you name it, this street is likely to have it! One very visible sight on most of these special shops are the security men in black standing outside its main doors – talk about service and exclusivity.

Arriving at Harrod’s, Alexander’s adrenalin is all pumped up as we went inside to find the toy section on the 4th floor area. Again, he was only in search of his “friend” – Thomas the Tank Engine. The play area dedicated to boys crazy about Thomas the Tank Engine was full of energetic and enthusiastic kids. And so, he played and played and played. I tried to show him other stuff around the toy area, but his interest was short-lived – he’d immediately leave to return at the Thomas-play area. He’s truly nuts about trains – or just about anything with wheels! Again, we patiently waited in turns for him to get tired of playing (wishful thinking!). After another hour and a half, my husband decided it was time to go – and Alexander couldn’t say no to that. Once again, we set off to the streets after giving in to buying more toy trains and tracks for him to bring home.

It was already dark at 16.00 hours when we left Harrod’s and we were a bit disoriented – took the wrong bus (again!) and ended up in Paddington. Tired and weary and hungry, we managed to get the right bus back to Trafalgar Square and took bus number 24 towards Pimlico which passes through Victoria Street in Westminster.

Yup, twas another long and tiring day for all of us – but hey, it sure was another great adventure. Given today’s trials and errors, we’ll have a better plan and itinerary. Sleep is what we need by now.

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Saturday, 2 February 2008

Armed with our day experience from yesterday, we thought it best to have a better plan and itinerary for today’s activities. We’ve mapped out what we want to do and where we’d want to go. Still having Alexander in mind, we know we’ll have to see the Tower Bridge and London Bridge, visit at the St Paul’s Cathedral, explore the Picadilly Circus and Covent Garden areas and be on the look-out for more toy shops to visit.

Taking the number 15 bus to Tower Hill from Picadilly Circus, we crossed over to the Tower of London – a majestic fort with its white tower once surrounded by water from the river Thames to protect it from its enemies. We trekked alongside the fort up to the Tower Bridge – from there we could see the HMS Belfast – a naval museum docked close to the London Bridge City Pier. The dockside is parallel to Tooley Street and it would be interesting to note that the Crown Court Southwark and Hay’s Galleria is worth a quick stop to browse some art exhibits, and this also goes for the London Dungeon. At the Borough High Street, we took another bus to cross the London Bridge towards The Monument at Lower Thames Street – and this area reminds me so much of Stockholm’s Old City ... the building structures were quite similar. From The Monument station, we decided to walk towards Cannon Street where we stopped by a Starbucks Cafe for some coffee and sweets, afterwhich we proceeded down to St Paul’s Cathedral. Our stop there somehow calmed, and energized our little Alexander and soon he was ready to walk some more.

Again, we took bus number 15 to take us to Aldwych and from there walked and explored Covent Garden – an area famous for its diverse market, cafe and restaurants, street artists and musicians, opera and theater houses – and the London Transport Museum (you’d probably know by now why we have to go there). It was an interesting visit and our Alexander was of course, very pleased. We tried to look for some play that would interest Alexander, but he later politely declined and said we could do it another time. At Drury Lane, the matinee for Lord of the Rings was about to start when we arrived outside the gates. As we continued to walk towards Leicester Square, we chanced upon a gaming house and Alexander immediately shuttled in and played to his delight some racing games. We went around and scoured the house for some more interesting games and rides. There was a bowling area, bull ride, bumper car ride and all kinds of loud and nerve wrecking gaming stations, which we were not used to. After half an hour, we called it quits and dashed out into the open and fresh air and headed towards Trafalgar Square on foot – weaving our way through the narrow ways of Ruppert, Coventry, Whitcomb and Pall Mall streets. The Admiralty Arch leading to St James’ Park is always a delightful sight to see. We took the number 24 bus home, stopped at the Artillery Road and took a short walk to the Pizza Hut to grab some quick dinner. Alexander looked awfully tired that we decided to call it a day, boxed our pizza left overs as well as our pre-ordered dessert of cheesecake with raspberry toppings and head home. Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to stop by the nearby Sainsbury Central to buy some bottled water and a liter of fresh milk ... and then head for home half-dragging a drowsy and tired Alexander.

All of us sort of crashed to the couch when we arrived at our flat – we were all very tired. Alexander voluntarily went to bed ... for a short rest, he said. Before we know it, he was snoring heavily and we didn’t have the heart to wake him up. We started our adventure as early as 9.40 hrs and came home at 19.00 hrs – can you blame him? My hubby, at the time of this writing, is also half snoring at the couch – I’d better wake him up now and get him transferred to bed. What time is it now? Well, it’s almost midnight, and I do need to crash to bed, too.

More on London by tomorrow ... nighty-night!

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Sunday, 3 February 2008

Good morning! We just had breakfast .... we had a late start today. I guess we need some time to absorb all the experience and hefty impressions from the past two days. It truly had been a hectic and full schedule. Do we still have the energy and stamina to continue? You bet we do. Today’s activities will be museum visits and more walk around London town. On top of our list is a visit to the now infamous London Eye. More about this later.

23.00 hrs

My boys are now sound asleep - tired, of course. We had a full day as was expected. Alexander's fascination of the London double-decker buses were real - he talks about them even in his sleep.

We took the bus from Victoria Street to the Waterloo Station and from there walked over to the Waterloo Millenium Pier where the London Eye is located. It was a magnificent work of art - a truly fine structure. It was already packed and crowded when we came to the ticket office and the queue was hellish. Much as we would like to really experience the 30-minute-ride, we decided to skip it as we were not up to the long wait to get our tickets, and then another long wait and queue just to get into the "eye" - patience was not really in our book today.

In order to compensate for our failed London Eye-ride, we went to the London Aquarium instead - and I'm sorry to say this, the ticket cost is a rip-off! It didn't offer much and we were a bit disappointed. Alexander, however, was easy to please and was satisfied with what he saw in this museum. And he got bored easily that we chose to cut the visit short. We took the first available bus back to the Covent Garden for another look-see ... and as was expected, the place was full of people. We enjoyed watching the street artists and performers showing off their talents, and tricks. We gawked at the diversity of stuff being sold there. There were quite a lot of restaurants and pubs around the area, but most were packed of smoking customers ... not the kind of place for us non-smokers, and one complaining kid.

Again, we walked towards Picadilly Circus from Covent Garden, passing the rows of theaters along the way, weaved through Chinatown and through Leicester Square at Charing Cross Road. When we came past Picadilly Circus, we decided to treat Alexander one final visit to the Hamley's toy shop - he was soooo delighted!

When Alexander finally "let go" of Hamley's at Regent Street, we called it a day and grabbed ourselves some quick sandwiches and head for home. Twas a long day ... but believe it or not, my two boys seemed pretty satisfied as they retired to bed - Alexander was even wearing a smile on his face as he wander into dreamland.

And I need to hit bed, too. Bye for now ...

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Monday, 4 February 2008

We're homebound! It's 7.00 am and I've just finished packing our bags ... ready to go home. It had been fun-filled days in London with my family. We truly enjoyed our family adventures - it's fun, fun, fun!

Bye for now, London!

home, sweet home!

hello again ... we just got back from our week stay in Alicante, Spain yesterday. we were all so tired, but at the same time somehow refreshed ... it's an experience worth our time, and all the stress therein. our family time is always cherished ... we bonded and spent our quality time together as never before.

we're home and we feel energized to battle the cold weather of Sweden. and yes, i know i have yet to post my London Diaries - and of course, some notes and new pictures from our great time in Alicante. i am committed to do just that ... in due time.

for now, i need the comfort of my own bed. being a sunday today, we get to do our own and individual thing: my hubby's tinkering in the garage with 101 small things (god knows what); my son missed his Wii-games and doing a marathon playtime; me? oh well, i think i'd go get back to bed for more sleep ... tomorrow is a brand new day!

reality bites - hard!

hello again! yes, we've been back from our 4-day London escapade last monday ... and i got myself a horrible cold to contend with. my voice was totally lost - horrendous indeed! however, i had to report back to work yesterday - to my colleagues horror. i had to put up a virus sign outside my door warning everyone that i am carrying an infectious cold - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK! as of this writing, no amount of Bisolvon nor Strepsils could do the trick. i was chaufforred to and from work by my hubby yesterday as i am not in any good condition to travel on my own.

now, why did i have to go to work? well, i was in-charge of this week's Global Summit Meeting in our division and not showing up would mean disaster to everyone - talk about responsibilities! with my magic pen and paper, i was able to communicate my orders and instructions - i can't bark them, can i?

oh, jeepers ... reality truly bites! i'm no super human after all ... hmmmm, yes, i do think i am at one point or another.

more on our London trip on my next post ...