Nursing Wednesday from 'Her' Woes

Tis the season to be jolly, so let's not spoil this
WedNURSEday with Woes.

I put the "Her" in the title because recently this knotty writer let slip he could be an "Angel" of sorts -- and some knottier, but 'Ang'elic child' asked wryly/dryly/maybe mildly, slyly how could Desi be?

I was plunged into momentary confucianism because I ne'er expected an "inane" -- perhaps insane -- passing remark could invite attention.

So I reflected on te subject, and like the "Her" above, Desi concurs that
In the public mind, an Angel - like a Wednesday's Child of Woe -- is best ascribed as a 'Her'.

Back to Desi's attempt to lighten up,brighten up on these Cloudy Days (which the Eagles are trying their luvers' best to drive away! Butt Lundun is mighty far, far away!). If I appear to be speaking in tongue often, it's the Season to be Chic!

Yesterday was not a typical Tuesday with Worrie, we were regaled wit(h) some NUTgifts of Amore; today's survey findings about kids rival the one about yesterdae teenagers.

Poll: Kids love being rich and famous

LONDON, Mon. -- Becoming rich and famous is the most important thing in life, a revealing survey of British children said today, also showing that the nation’s youngsters consider footballer Wayne Rooney more famous than Jesus.

The survey of 2,500 under-10s to mark National Kids’ Day asked children to rate what they considered "the best thing in the world", with becoming rich taking top spot.

However, expectations of what constituted wealth varied somewhat, with estimates ranging from £200 million (RM1.33 billion) to a more modest £460.

Being famous came second, above the more traditional pursuits of football, pop music and animals.

In findings that should perhaps have some British parents examining their lifestyles, a corresponding list of the worst things in the world had "drunk people" at the top, followed by smoking.

When asked to name the world’s most famous person, young Manchester United and England star Rooney not only beat Jesus to take second place, he also pushed his national team captain, David Beckham, into fourth.

It was left to God to restore some Christian pride, taking top spot. — AFP

DESI was in deep thought as I started BF Yesterday when I was feelin' young and gay, non-CON because I'm most times a socialist. "non-CON' refers to the breakfast, not to Desi's claim he's 'young and gay'. Feeli' and Being are a world of difference, or isit deference? See, much misuse or abuse of this medium of Blogging -- luckily these British kids have not got onto it. Mayhaps, next year "it" wil outrank Rooney the mooney, but below Christ-lah, Tis the season of Goodwill -- Feeli' Good and Willing, not Wilfool. Today Desi's on a Hi.


I was asking mGf quite well-versed with Christian theology IF CHRISTIANITY is actually quite in concord with SOCIALLISM. IMHO (See, I've mistressed some Blogger lingo, just after nine months! Hehehe...another1:)) Desi says most Christain values -- eg of Love thy neighbour, and Live a life of humility and humanity, in line with Virtues of Love, Compassion and Charity -- quite atune with my perception of my political bent towrads Socialist cant.

"He" nodded his head some 90%, BUUU....UT...followed by a long pause, whether for me to ponder, or for me to eat my "Tai Pau" smoothly with my piping hot tehsi. mGf with a name, Hehehe, that rhymes with an animal that goes Moo-Moo, then added:
"Socialism does not cater to thy spirit, only thy soul."

Dear ER, for the past 24 hours, I was still in deep contemplation, not CON-1, real reflection as my contemplative sifu Thoreau would in his woods, on most days butt a Wednesday, which Child born that day is sooo fool of woe, which is not healthy living, against the grain of Thoreau's philosophy. Desi's2, of course I allow some latitude with foods, and drinks, not hard, soft on myself.

Okay, where was I? Yes, Soul versus spirit.

I checked with another mGf whose name rhymes with Wong, fortune, fortuitous, remember? with this
POSER: In thy underastyanding, is there a difference between Spirit and Soul?

He paused, hesitantly answered, seemingly impressing me that I had asked him a 'trick" question.

"No, to me the Soul and Spirit are one and the same, interchangeable."

So my ER and mGf, please help me with Desi's Survey, called The Soul Survey ending 2005 to be released for welcoming 2006:

Do you go for

(1) Mr Coww's version -- Soul and Spirit are two different entities

(2) Mr "Wong's" version -- Soul and Spirit are one and the same

(3) Like Desi, Steal Not Sure.

For choice (1) and (2) giving thy RAT-ionale, mousey-one also-can, will be useful for understanding.
For (3), no need Rationale as Desi's in the same Boata! Desi understands Da Dilemma -- child, youth, man, and oldie.
Please EMAIL answers to: chongyl2000@yahoo.com

Deadline: Dec 31, 2005.
Results to be announced" First week of 2006.
PRIZE: Share my resoltion for the New Year. Read a Booker!
If buy Desi a tehsi, will lend you that bitch-eared On Walden Pond -- bitch because if the borrower does not return the treasure, the Dog bites!

At a personal level, before all else, I normally start the day with taking care of the growlin' tummy in the anti-'meridien' (can sometimes mean capitalist:()period.

New-found friend JPsc and I had been Xchanging words for a week now, and sometimes we seem to fly off tangent (JP hinted at "stray", but it's not healthy since both of us aspire towards staying put till 110, yes SC?). To loosen up, we engage in -- I pause, oh WTH! intercourse, using wry language, also dry, like gin and wits. The last italicised phrase -- which is often used at Desi's Place to mislead readers into a state of cunfucianism -- is a metap(w)hor', I think I covered that one sundae ...Ne'er mine, today is steal WedNURSEdae!

And compare this with idiomatic use of language like the cautionary: Mind your Ps and Qs...admonishing people to Mond their manners, Behave-lah, or I'd throw thee out of My Place, whose origins apparently were traced to:

*In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down." It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"


When in sin-land, I learnt it's impossible to spot any citizen spotting or sporting grey, matter or hair. JP offered that's 'Cos the government makes things so very clear, it's either Black, or White.

When in mine-land, JPsc is educated by Desi it's not common to spot any citizen without a title, preferably front, sans which, backside also-can:

For instance, So-and-so is a Tun, the wide's a Tonne; Dr Tan is a medical doctor, the wife cannot be plain Mrs Tan, she has in her name card reading: chef staff nurse, FRCP, MMP, PMN behind her name (I think the last stand for Post-Menstrual Somethin').
The Datuk Benda is a Drs, his wife calls him 'Bang, Doctor 'bang. (The ' stand for A, Abang is literally brother, butt is for husband here in Malay...)
The 70-old-tycoon's family is so ashamed when he moved on - the rags-to-riches self-made man who started as a riskshaw-puller but died a multi-millionaire - had no prefix or suffix to go with his nama. The surving members called a PC and announced a RM1million grant to the University of Gonnerland.
They bestowed a title to the philanthropist: Professor Ignoranmus.
The mourning heirs were happy the oldman died in peace, none the wiser.

. Commonest of course is: she's a datin, he's a datuk, (s)he is in-between so they wont fight over whether the Datin was rightfully gained, or the Datuk truly had the grandchild's genes. And the one-in-betwen, they call him/her a Tukin.

And from our common ancesters in faraway Engrund who gave us the best heritage, Queen's English, we learn to whistle down the wind, or at the gals:

Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.

Now you get the picture why when you wolf-whistle at that gal-who-turns-ou-to-be-a-boy, they make you all wet by throwing you into the re-fill beer barrel and turn on the beat, and sing:

Those were the days my friend
We thot they'd never end
We'd sing and dance
Forever and a day
So w'et your appetite with me,
Let's down the birs in glee,
For we were young
And those were the days.

~~~~~~~~~~~AND BEFORE FINALLY Desi Closes Down Da Place~~~~~~~~~~~~


I borrowed this from the one with the yen for L'FE at yancroner.blogspot.com:

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amznig huh?

Surfing the NET in the quiet of the night gives Inspiration to Desi to write his deeper thoughts. Somehow creatives juices flow more readily, mayhaps darkness brings on a blanket that chases all the daylight blues. We are wrong if we think the Devil works best in Da Darkness.

Malaysian criminals truly commit Daylight Robbery -- literally and metaphorically.
You don't believe, I'm sure yopu believe the print media. Self censorship does not hold in this department --in fact, they even juice it UP in crime coverage; contrasted with, believe me, it's 90% in the cover(UP) of Politics.

I read a profound quote from my philosopher friend taking a quiet walk near Walden Pond.

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." - Henry David Thoreau
Desi tries to lead a l've of contemplation and 'rit(e)ing in the quiet hours of Darkness my Olde fRiend. As human as the person next door, I also may appear a CON artiste sometimes with my wordplay to build an imgainary world as a form of escapism. Don't we all indule in some form of Fantasy and Flight -- on the wings of imgination, yes, in moments of desperation and despair, more often in moments of longing.

So church mice writesr can afford some Longin's watches some of the time.
White bread withB&B on weakdays, with some kaya thrown in.
CON BF2 on sundaes. Call that desperation, but it's never quiet with my mates and buddies. We often have looks of "rebuke" (some could even border on murderous!) from our neighbour's square tables. Tis alright, mGf and I are 'nites of the Round Table.

More Nutgifts sis(s) it's the Season for-Giving:

The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.

The San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.

Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great ruler from history:

Spades: King David
Hearts: Charlemagne
Clubs: Alexander, the Great
Diamonds: Julius Caesar

Parting card: I forgot to add, Dave D' Joker!