Pretty Flowers

Little girlie gave me pretty flowers today.

I like. =)

Make My Day

I made her day.

He made mine.

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Luke 6:38
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Give, and it will be given to you:
good measure, pressed down, shaken together,
and running over will be put into your bosom.
For with the same measure that you use,
it will be measured back to you.”

– New King James Version (NKJV)
Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.

I Pay Or You Pay?

I wrote a post, which has nothing to do with what I'm going to write about. But there was this comment that sparked me off in another direction – one I'm about to head towards.

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Sigh.

Money can sometimes be a taboo to talk about
so just do me a favour and keep your minds open, okay?

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When couples get together, who pays for what? What's fairly his financial territory and what's considered yours? Who decides who takes which territory? What marks the territory in the first place? It's not like we piss all over our dollar bills to leave our scents, right?

So the question is this:

When you're faced with a purchase, who pays?

Well, I think it differs with the couple. We're all different aren't we? So as couples we tend to approach things differently, too. Different couples have different practices when it comes to spending patterns. Some believe in the guy paying all the time. Some believe in the girl shouldering some of the financial burden by paying some of the time. Some go dutch all the time (which I think is really lame and not to mention overly calculative), no matter where they go, and no matter what they do. Well, ultimately, it's the couple's choice. If it works for them, then why not?


Hmmm. I feel that discussing this in the context of married couples is somewhat easier. I can keep it as simple as this:

When a girl gets married,
she should always remember
that she is marrying the man…

…not his money.

See? No complications. When it comes to marriage, it's OUR money and we both dig out of the same account for both our needs. No problem. Things are simple. But somehow or another, when couples tread on Dating Ground, it makes things a little more complicated. More so if both of them aren't working and are still being fed by Mummy and Daddy.

Why?

Because no matter how much we refuse to admit it,
it's still spending MY money versus spending YOUR money.

So here's where things get messy.

There are what I refer to as the "You&I purchases" and what I call "JustMe purchases". "You&I purchases" are couple buys. One where both parties want whatever it is they want and that one purchase satisfies a need within both parties. Say, a steamboat dinner. Both of us are hungry. And it's not like we're given different steamboat pots to eat from, right? So it makes perfect sense for us to share the steamboat. But do we share the bill? Usually, we don't.

Why?

Cos it makes things so much more difficult
when you divide, multiply, add and subtract.

But then, we do take turns, don't we? We're reasonable people who play fair. Even when it comes to money. It's not always one person who foots the bill, right? Although, I have to admit, it's usually the guy who takes it on himself to do the I'm-a-macho-man-who's-financially-stable thing. I'll admit. It's nice when my guy buys me a nice meal. Heck, even when it's roti canai, it's nice. Maybe it's because of conventional social norms. I don't know. Plus, I've been told that it makes the guy feel good to pamper his girl, too. Almost like he's doing his part as a provider, maybe? But whatever it is, I shouldn't expect it, right? So I don't. That way, I never get disappointed and I'm always pleasantly surprised.


Now, let's move on to "JustMe purchases". Uh oh. Sensitive territory here. Haha. Who pays for her make-up? Who pays for his sports shirts? Who pays for her undergarment shopping sprees? Who pays for his SonyPlaystation® Portable? Hello?! Who pays for what?!

I'll tell you who.

YOU.

You pay for your own stuff. If you can't afford it yourself, you can just forget about owning it. Do your partner a favour and not impose your financially impossible wants and whims on him or her, okay? That's being really selfish. And remember, should there come a time that they CHOOSE to get you whatever you wanted, remember that it's only because they love you and they want to do all they can to make you the happiest person alive.

The bottom line is this:

It's HIS choice to pay for your stuff, girls.
Likewise, it's HER choice to pay for yours, guys.


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p/s: This post was written in reference to dating couples.
Come marriage, rules of the game may change.



=)

White Shirt And A Ponytail

Question of the Day:

What makes ME a good-er girl than YOU?
(Yes, you. Stop pretending. You know who you are.)

Answers to Today's Million-Dollar Question:

• I'm wearing white… you're NOT.

• I'm in a clean, crisp shirt… you're NOT.

• I have a Sunday School kid's picture plastered all over my desktop… you DON'T.

• My chat display picture is picture-perfectly-good-girl-ish… yours ISN'T.

And last but very far from being the least, the reason I'm winning the I'm A Good-er Girl Contest hands down is because of the following reason: -

• I have a ponytail… and you DON'T.

Fa la la la laaa… la la la laaaa.

Please notice that I put all the negative words in Bolded CAPS. (It took me quite a bit of added time and effort.) But then again, people always say that hard work is justified if a point is well-proven, right? So what's my point?

I'M A GOOD-ER GIRL THAN YOU ARE!


Heh.

Yes yes, I'm all good-girl and nothing else.

Plus, if you didn't know, my ponytail bounces!


HAH!!!


I win.



YEAH!

*cartwheels all around*

A Baby Clipper Or A Baby – How To Choose?!

How come these baby clippers look so much cuter than both of mine?


No fair!


I want the baby nail file,
I want the baby nail clipper,
and I want the little blue, green and pink bears.

Heck, I want a QVS Baby Nail Grooming Set, tooooo!


*blink blink*


But I'll settle for a kid. Really.
I'll let it all slide if you give me a kid.


SOMEBODY JUST GIVE ME A KID!

My Three Kisses

"Friends are kisses blown to us by angels."
– Author Unknown


My angel really likes me, for I got me three kisses today.


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NOTE: Personal Messages are presented
in the same order as "cast" appearance.

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Personal Message 1
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To my Malacca Maiden,

Thanks for lighting up my boring days, dear. Yeah, you and me, we know what it's like. =( And don't worry, you'll always be "good" to me. I miss the times we've shared. More good times to come, okay? We'll make the good times.

Love,
pamsong


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Personal Message 2
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To my Australian Angel,

You've always taken care of me and now, you're doing it from so far away. Sniffle. Thanks for showering me with so much love and care. It's always nice to hear from you. Come back soon. I'll be here. Just sitting around missing you.

p/s: Can't wait for you to win-win with me again.

Love,
pamsong


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Personal Message 3
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To my KL Keeper,

I wouldn't be able to do what I do without your support. You're awesome. Always the one with perfect timing. I'll be seeing you soon. Real soon. *sunshine smile*

Love,
pamsong

Somebody Loves Me

I was on my way out from church the Sunday after service when something really familiar caught my eye. Something small. Something in only black, yellow and white.

Tada!

I never thought I'd be this happy to see the back of a tract.

Go, Chick Publications!
Keep up the good work.

They are da bomb la, I tell you. I grew up reading ChickLit. I loved them! Simple, direct and straight to the point, ChickLit got the gospel message across with very few words on even fewer pages. Well, I had the good fortune of inheriting my dad's collection so all I had to do was add on to it whenever I saw new tracts on the shelves.

Introducing my all-time favourite.

It sure packed a good punch during its day.

Still does.

I can't say I know for sure but the ChickLit trend seems to be dying here in Malaysia. Sigh. Heck, I don't even know where these babies are sold anymore. I used to get mine at Evangel Bookstore, situated in Midlands Park, Penang. Today, Midlands Park's way past its heydays and is barely surviving. Gone is the roller blading centre. Gone is the happening video arcade. Gone is my favourite Sar Pou Mee. Gone is the Evangel Bookstore (I think)… and gone is my ChickLit source. =(

It's been awhile since I last bought a tract.

I want to buy a ChickLit tract.

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No matter how badly things may turn out to be,
I know that Somebody always loves me.

Pretty In Pink, Green, Grey and Blue

After a whole two months of "just looking", I finally succumbed to the whims of my Chinese New Year fashion taste buds. A little late for Chinese New Year 2007, I know. But I keep telling myself that it's okay. There's always Chinese New Year 2008, right? Haha.

So nice, right?
I made the right decision, right?

Should have bought, right?
Or else sure regret, right?


Ya ya. RIGHT.


*big big smile*