| one day more, one more day |
[May. 7th, 2010|06:45 pm] |
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"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things." Philipians 4:8 |
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| wedding rehearsal |
[Apr. 28th, 2010|12:16 am] |
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what happens when the church venue caretaker is an utterly confusing man, the PA crew is not cooperative, and the audio visual system has so many loopholes it looks like cheese?
you count on friends who show up on a weekday evening after work to make everything else possible.
thank you. |
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[Apr. 15th, 2010|12:41 am] |
presenting... the Diana F+ in her full glory. |
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| Day 5 of 30 |
[Apr. 13th, 2010|11:32 pm] |
Gardening
I think my gardening experience at a young age is the reason I'm squeamish about all manner of insects and worms. Living in a HDB flat, we don't have much of a garden to speak of, except that row of potted plants my mum lovingly waters everyday (she still does). One of the favorite activities my younger sister and I used to do is poke around the plants and see what we'd uncover.
We were most curious when we unearthed, quite literally, the tiniest snails and earthworms. I was drawn to them even though I was repelled by how slimy and odd they looked. It's weird, because we would spend a long time digging around for them in the soil, and when we find them, we'd get grossed out and move on to another plant, only to repeat the same procedure.
My mum had pandan, pomegranate which yield us fruits every now and then, orchids which bloom the brightest yellow flowers, goddess of mercy, and others I don't remember or recognize. The orchid survives till this day, as does one pomegranate plant. My elder sister used the remaining space to plant herbs like basil, rosemary and dale (every time I say this, I feel like bursting out into that Sarah Brightman song, "parsley sage rosemary and thyme"..). Even though I don't quite dig around for earthworms anymore, I still poke around the plants in the corridor from time to time, and walk away with my fingers smelling like a strange mixture of herbs. |
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| bloom |
[Apr. 13th, 2010|11:18 pm] |
i made this flower today from some scrap paper on my desk. it made me realise how much i miss art and craft classes. |
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| home |
[Apr. 11th, 2010|08:56 pm] |
no this is not a news report on the current quality of home construction sites. this is going to be my future home with GY. it's still pretty much in the thick of renovation at the moment, and GY's been doing a great job overseeing/coordinating the contractors and electricians and plumbers and tilers and painters and roofers every single day since they started work almost 2 months back. saturdays and sundays included. monitoring renovation works is really a full time job in itself, i'm quite amazed at how he juggles.
even though it's nowhere near ready at the moment, we're hoping this place can be inhabitable in a couple of weeks, just before our wedding. there're still a lot of details to look into and furniture to buy (we're moving in with just a bed, a couch, a washing/drying machine and some chairs), but all in good time. meanwhile, much as a part of me can't bear to leave my home for 27 years, i also can't wait to begin our new life here together :)
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| 29 days to go |
[Apr. 9th, 2010|02:13 pm] |
behold, the angbao box which my teammates will guard with their lives (and ice axes).
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| Day 1 of 30 |
[Apr. 8th, 2010|11:29 pm] |
"In the next 30 days, I'll be moving out of my flat, a place I've learnt to call home for pretty much all of my life. So from now till I move out, I'm going to remember this place conscientiously - through a story, or a picture, or anything else that will help me remember this place."
Block 46
I was walking home from the bus stop when I saw the invisibly-marked spot. That corner of my 35 year-old block where my neighbor 2 doors down plummeted to his death.
They're considered new kids on the block, since most of the people who've lived in this place have been in the hood for at least 20 years, but their presence is quite well known. Notoriously-known, rather. Police would come way past midnight to settle domestic quarrels, and my night-owl of a sister would hear everything, from the wailing to the shouting to the banging on doors.
We were quite annoyed really, the peace of this neighborhood had suddenly been disrupted. Most of us here are peace-loving folks who kept our heads down, minded our own business and gave polite smiles when we walk past each other in the corridor. We don't ask too much about one another, we don't give trouble.
Well there was that once when my neighbor who sold eggs in the market got held at knife-point in the lift, man pointing at her gold necklace and bangles and rings. When she related the story, the older folks nodded in sympathy but quietly whispered that she shouldn't have been showing off her gold anyway.
So yes, this new family. We were getting used to the night time violence and police visits when suddenly, it all ended. I just came out of a feel-good movie when I received a text message from my sister. It went something like "I saw a dead body, it's our Indian neighbor. The police are here."
No one knows what really happened. No one really talks about it among the neighbors. Some said he was drunk that night. I asked what was he doing at the 10th storey, but got no answer. But since then, the police visits stopped, peace was restored in our corridor. But every time I walk past that spot in the corner of my flat, I'll always remember my neighbor ended his life there, and wonder again about what really happened. |
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| wedding bells and whistles |
[Apr. 7th, 2010|11:27 pm] |
| [ | am feeling |
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i made ribbon corsages for GY's merry men, and attempted to make flower sashes for the girls. the latter turned out to be too time-consuming and stressful, so i'm doing satin sashes instead. those who dare, can wear the 2 lace flowers i've done in their hair :)
in other news, i'm thinking of making non-perishable bouquets for my teammates who'll be walking down the aisle with me, but all the reference i saw are either too time-consuming or Herculean to take on. if anyone has ideas for a fabric/paper bouquet, i'm all ears :) |
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