The Art of Giving

My tagboard has become a discussion board for Vicks, Liz and Musa about the strengths and weaknesses of Abigail Sin and Clare Yeo. For starters I've never even heard of Clare Yeo. Ok, so sue me, I'm musically illiterate, or just out of touch with the local, and global, music scene. But I've never really given much thought to music in any case.

The Art of Giving is a skill, or virtue, that needs much refining within me. There are two kinds of giving, I believe. The first is the giving of one's time, skill, possessions. The intangibles, I would say. In this I lack discipline, or the genorisity, to give; whether it be to the needy or just someone who needs help.

The second kind of giving is the one that is troubling me now. It is the giving of material goods, or in other words, presents. I never knew that shopping for books, which has traditionally been a joyous practice for me, could become so tortuous. I have found the perfect person to give books to, for she seems to enjoy a great many kind of books. Perhaps her taste is as erratic as mine, but there remain severe differences. For example, chick lit. The problem arises when I attempt to shop in a genre that I usually avoid diligently. Then many things happen. What a silly convoluted path I've taken today. At least now I have a better understanding of the type of books you want. If it so happens to please me, and my wallet, I may just end up getting one of those from your wish list. Just don't borrow them from the library yet. :)

Shopping for gifts is a truly tiring and irritating experience. At this rate, I should just start doling out gift vouchers for everything under the sun. Saves me a whole lot of trouble.

I visited Naseem today at her workplace. She looked soo traditional and conservative. But the minute she opened her mouth, bam! impression's gone. She's still demanding her silly chocolate mud cake, among other things. Now the list has increased to Christmas gifts, which she's not getting because I'm trying to make my gift list as short as possible to avoid further hassle, and invitations to various outings, which she's also not going to get because of a simple reason: You're working, live with it. hahahah. She even insulted me by saying everyone visits her at work except the people she wants to see. Fine! But this was the best part. She thought chick lit was a short form for Chicken Little.

You know what, I kinda miss chocolate mud cake and Earl Grey tea *hint hint*.