Empress Orchid.

Spent my weekend reading Empress Orchid.
A fascinating read really.
The enigmas of ancient China.
Gained further insights of China, from the concubines, eunuchs and even the Emperor.

I know there have been numerous shows depicting the life within the Forbidden City, and of ancient China and especially those really interesting drama serials. But I feel reading about it just feels way different.
You take time to fully comprehend each and every single ritual, step and the elaborate celebrations that have been described.
Though perhaps not every single ritual was performed in history, but the fact that the book is based on facts seem somewhat credible.
It is amazing though, how the author describes the feelings of each character, giving you a different perspective towards the man who once ruled China.
Maybe it was all the drama serials that created this illusion that Emperors were worry free.
To me, it seemed as if they had the cushiest of all job.

Sit in a royal throne casted in gold.
Yell a few commands in that deep resonance voice.
Embrace his concubines and sink happily into the tasks of procreating and producing that male heir.
Behead a few traitors at whim, grow that really long beard and travel incognito to the various parts of China.
Easy peasy ain't it?
On second thoughts, I think I believe the crap TV programs depict way too easily.

Took on a different perspective after reading the book today.
And I spent much of the afternoon just plainly wondering what it would be like to be a concubine to the great ruler of China.
Though pixie had forewarned me that judging on my present character, that would be highly unlikely, for I would commit suicide within weeks of my marriage to the heavenly son.
I sat on that idea for awhile, and finally agreed that it is not possible
(we are not speaking in terms of looks, this aspect has been disregarded at present)
I just cannot picture myself sharing my husband with 3000 other ladies, even though he is the much sought after one.
I for one, need total loyalty from my man.
I command absolute devotion and affection from the one that I love.
There is just possible way I can share my husband with others.
I cannot sleep in my bed knowing that he is out in someone else's bed.
And I am supposed to allow that, just so he can spread his "seeds" and procreate.
That I am suppose to allow that for the sake of the nation, for the sake of producing a heir for China.
I cannot fathom that.

And truly, I would probably commit suicide.
A marriage where I will not get to see my husband every single day is not a marriage.
It is pure torture.

But I guess it is a different story for the guys.
Given the opportunity to bed different women legitimately, they would be prancing around in joy.
Thankfully times have changed.

Like every single Sunday, I once again cannot believe that the weekend has evaporated just in a blink of an eye.
I remember my Friday vividly.
So what happened to my weekend?

After work on Friday, got my dad to pick me up. We proceeded to pick LBB up at Suntec and went for dinner.
Woke up next day at 4pm. (yes, 4freakingpm in the afternoon).
Met LBB again at 8pm at night, walked, ate, walked and went home.
Lazed around today with the book, met for dinner and I am back here.
How can time fly so quickly like that?
Grossly unfair.

Dratssssss

Anyhow, I can't wait.
I am planning to go Taiwan at the end of the year.
I have curbed my shopping habits for awhile and am saving.
Let's just hope I will keep this up for the coming months.
Oh boy.
At this rate,
I don't think I will ever get married and buy my Patterson Lodge.
When will I find a RICH CYT?
Or rather, when will a RICH CYT find me?

Speaking of which I received really weird msgs lately.
Its been a pretty long time since I have received random msgs on friendster.
And once again, a young boy messaged me.
I honestly honestly wonder.
What is it with these boys?
Are those SYTs not good enough for you?
Or are you already preparing yourself and searching for a sugar mummy.
Well, I guess you've knocked on the wrong door.
Cos I ain't rich enough to be a sugar mummy yet.
but be rest assured, once I reach that calibre, I will be back in search of my eyes big big, dimple deep deep, skinny skinny CYT.

Let's just hope I have not incurred the wrath of a certain LBB.