Email that prompted my irate response:
Dear Ms. Jups,
Thank you for writing us.
We are pleased to offer you 150 rooms and can accommodate upto 300 Guest in Cluster sitting arrangement. Please advise us on the specific as its not decided as of now.
Please find attached details for your reference.
Wedding Link : Link to a thousand pictures of a random bride and groom with maybe one photo of the wedding venue. Pictures from what is clearly not a South Indian wedding but in fact one of those horrible Indian weddings where both bride and groom are clearly Hindu but the wedding is very “trying-to-be-a-white/Christian-wedding-but-not-really-because-it’s-not-in-a -Church-because-why-would-it-be?-you’re-not-fucking-Christian!”
Do advice for any further assistance
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Scenario One: How Ike was supposed to propose
I told Ike I planned to take him to Liberty Private Works for dinner to celebrate his birthday. He had told me that coincidentally he was trying to book the same restaurant for our one year anniversary too. Great minds! Apparently over dinner, in a rather traditional and non-Ike manner, Ike had planned to propose.
There is so much I want to share with you because it has been just so long since I had a chance to write. I finally broke my promise to not open WordPress at work because I got sick of not writing.
I am busy. I am busy all the time and I don’t mean that as a complaint. I say this to Ike all the time – I am busy because I am living more than I ever imagined possible. I am always low on sleep because I am trying to make the most of every hour in the day and sometimes that means sacrificing sleep.
So I have embarked on a fantastic experiment that I am convinced will fundamentally change the way I live. And if that’s not a dramatic enough start, I don’t know what is. I am taking on a new habit, if you willl. The Fit Habit, I call it fondly.
I am so excited I am beside myself. So is Ike. We just made an offer to rent an apartment together and we are desperately hoping that it comes through. The apartment is old and I don’t mean pimped-out-loft-in-old-walkup-old. I mean literally an old apartment in a 55-year old walkup. After five years, I may live in an apartment without an air conditioned lobby, elevator or most importantly a bathtub. But I guess at least some of those things have never been that important.
I love my current apartment – it’s in a great neighborhood, it’s well kept, it has a balcony and a bathtub and gas hobs. Believe you me it is hard to find an apartment with the proverbial “everything” and in Hong Kong the expectations are already pretty low. But like a dusty town in a western, this sheung wan pad ain’t big enough for the two of us (and the furniture and my extensive wardrobe and my shoe collection and Ike’s shoe collection).
So we know we have to move. Continue reading
The airport lounge: by far my favourite place to write. I have missed you. I have missed Juice.
Life has gotten in the way of writing. Work was insanely busy till a few weeks ago. Ike is still filling my existence with new meaning. And I have embarked on a new challenge to get myself fitter. More on this later. Continue reading