Dear friends, what have we done to deserve such big-hearted, focussed and capable help? You are going to convert me from my misanthropic ways if you don't watch it! We want to thank
Wedding coordinators - Saul the one-man army and CindyOng for making sure that the bride behaves herself
Bridesmaid and Best man - for running in circles around us and taking care of all details
'Jie Mei' - The gatekeepers. Suen the chaperone of the bridesmaid, CY and Jen for zipping my dresses up again and again :P
Brothers - Jeremy, Paul, Mike, etc for shaking their bums shamelessly for the sake of their brother's quest. But someone secretly hid the chilli padi instead of eating it!
Anthony - fearless navigator of traffic jams and snarls
Weng and Gary - one of the relatives commented, 'they are the best photographers I have ever seen!' Thanks for making those aunties and uncles smile widely
Paul - a multi-functional entertainment unit - sings, translates, and jokes.
Huimin and Samson - the Band, for singing my favourite songs
Henry - for taking care of the million details at touch centre
Sminy - music selection and personal freight of the music
HP and Bloh - general shepherding of the good folks of the northpole
YC - the almost 'sister'. we felt so safe knowing that you were looking after the AV
My own sisters - Boon One, Fat one and Little Fish - you girls look so pretty at the dinner reception!
All right, now the dust is settling in the aftermath of the event, and we are getting used to being the 'Marrieds'. When we finally, finally get our act together, will have house warming...eventually. Am not cooking. I've declared that all along, so there.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Inside and Outside
This is what I look like on the outside...at least, after 2 layers of makeup, false lashes and styled hair.
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This is how I really feel inside
Overwhelmed by the intensity of what is happening and the cataclysmic changes about to sweep through my life. Even my name is going to be changed, and don't they all say that the name represents your identity? (The feminist in me whispers subversively, 'how come the man doesn't have to change his name?')
Monday, February 01, 2010
To be printed out, signed and presented for entry
I, __________, hereby promise that I will:
________________
Name:
To be filled in apppropriately, printed out, signed and presented for inspection on 6 Feb 2010
- Always enable Masterofboots to skate all she likes
- Be responsible for keeping the toilets clean
- Make sure that our family goes to church and cell group regularly
- Iron my own shirts
- Not expect Masterofboots to cook
- Keep track of my own and the family's expenses
- Listen patiently to Masterofboots whenever she wants to talk
- Exercise regularly
- Eat my greens
- Make sure that my waistline does not expand beyond 34 inches
________________
Name:
To be filled in apppropriately, printed out, signed and presented for inspection on 6 Feb 2010
Stag night
Scream! Sminy spilt the beans on the stag night. I want to do my hen night again! This time with male pole dancers, skimpy wear and plenty of beer!
Hen and Stag
How come I'm not called a doe instead? A stag is dashing and exciting. A hen just pecks, clucks and fusses around busily.
Hen
At Coca my favourite steamboat restaurant, and after that, a sedate cup of camomile tea and cake - all very Victorian and ladylike. If we giggled over lingerie and such, I'm not telling you. What do you expect? I'm a bookworm. A good night out means doing things I best like to do, not activities that I never do, because the reason I never do them is that I don't like them. Then as scheduled, we went home before 11pm. Thank you girls. I had a great time :) This is just the way I like it.
Stag
Traditionally, the secrets of the stag night are never to be revealed in the light of day, so I'm not sure what happened. But there are some clues. V went home at 3am, puked several times, and woke up at 12pm the next day, ashen and weak. Sounds like they had a really wild night. Hmmmmmm...
Hen
At Coca my favourite steamboat restaurant, and after that, a sedate cup of camomile tea and cake - all very Victorian and ladylike. If we giggled over lingerie and such, I'm not telling you. What do you expect? I'm a bookworm. A good night out means doing things I best like to do, not activities that I never do, because the reason I never do them is that I don't like them. Then as scheduled, we went home before 11pm. Thank you girls. I had a great time :) This is just the way I like it.
Stag
Traditionally, the secrets of the stag night are never to be revealed in the light of day, so I'm not sure what happened. But there are some clues. V went home at 3am, puked several times, and woke up at 12pm the next day, ashen and weak. Sounds like they had a really wild night. Hmmmmmm...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Helpers' Meeting
What we would do without out huge army of capable helpers, I do not know.
After much reminding by various anxious volunteers, Bridezella finally decreed a time and place and said, everyone please turn up. It was supposed to be at the Hans in Marine Parade. Before V and I arrived, we received calls from our friends. That branch of Hans no longer exists. Oh ok...we need to get our databases updated :P
Never mind, we adjourned to Mac instead, where a larger than expected crowd turned up. We distributed the list of tasks and helpers involved, then friends pointed out all the details we got wrong. I quite think that our helpers are more eager than we are to make sure that everything is fine on the day itself. *sniff sniff* We are very grateful, but as we have only 6 sets of cutlery at home, it looks like we are going to have to do our Helpers' Thanksgiving dinner in several batches :P
I can tell that the Sisters gang will nanny me into having a manicure, pedicure and all other beauty rituals before the event. And they wouldn't even let me eat ice-cream :( I suppose, it is the Bride's fault for being generally lazy and uncooperative about her own wedding :P But I had the last laugh yesterday. On our way home, I made V send me to the provision shop where I had a popsicle. Strictly speaking, it was ice, but not cream :P
While we were at it, we also chose more photos for our slide show. I hadn't realised that we took a staggering 500 pictures at the second photoshoot! wow...I must say that these informal pictures reflect our personalities and relationship much more accurately than the stilted, formal studio ones.
After all the excitement of the meeting, we went to Aussino to buy a marvellous 100% silk quilt for our new home, and immediately forgot to take it with us when we left the shop :P oops...
After much reminding by various anxious volunteers, Bridezella finally decreed a time and place and said, everyone please turn up. It was supposed to be at the Hans in Marine Parade. Before V and I arrived, we received calls from our friends. That branch of Hans no longer exists. Oh ok...we need to get our databases updated :P
Never mind, we adjourned to Mac instead, where a larger than expected crowd turned up. We distributed the list of tasks and helpers involved, then friends pointed out all the details we got wrong. I quite think that our helpers are more eager than we are to make sure that everything is fine on the day itself. *sniff sniff* We are very grateful, but as we have only 6 sets of cutlery at home, it looks like we are going to have to do our Helpers' Thanksgiving dinner in several batches :P
I can tell that the Sisters gang will nanny me into having a manicure, pedicure and all other beauty rituals before the event. And they wouldn't even let me eat ice-cream :( I suppose, it is the Bride's fault for being generally lazy and uncooperative about her own wedding :P But I had the last laugh yesterday. On our way home, I made V send me to the provision shop where I had a popsicle. Strictly speaking, it was ice, but not cream :P
While we were at it, we also chose more photos for our slide show. I hadn't realised that we took a staggering 500 pictures at the second photoshoot! wow...I must say that these informal pictures reflect our personalities and relationship much more accurately than the stilted, formal studio ones.
After all the excitement of the meeting, we went to Aussino to buy a marvellous 100% silk quilt for our new home, and immediately forgot to take it with us when we left the shop :P oops...
Friday, January 15, 2010
Logical Fallacy: False Dilemma
At fast food restaurants,
1. Diners clear their tables themselves, and if not
2. Those who want to use the tables after that have to do it for them.
Hence, if you don't want to make others suffer, clean up your table after you have finished your meal.
In a false dilemma, other alternatives are eliminated or hidden, so that one is manipulated to choose the only viable or acceptable choice. The obvious third choice here is the role of cleaners, who will...now have nothing to do, since we are doing their job for them. You can guess whether the restaurants would keep them on charitable grounds. Then, who are the real beneficieries of our kindness?
Call me cynical, but I'm not convinced at all by this latest campaign to get us to help Fast Food Restaurants to clean up their tables for them. If a restaurant is a place of public ownership, then we all have the civic duty to maintain it. But it isn't.
Is it not the duty of any respectable eating place to provide a clean environment for their patrons? And for us patrons, our duty and obligation in this business transaction is to pay and take the goods given. Where does kindness come in? We might as well ask businesses to show us kindness too and...slash their prices, now that we are dealing on humanitarian, and not mercenary terms anymore.
No, I refuse to be indoctrinated. Don't think that I can be misled by the use of civil society jargon. I'm not a good little girl eating in the school canteen now.
1. Diners clear their tables themselves, and if not
2. Those who want to use the tables after that have to do it for them.
Hence, if you don't want to make others suffer, clean up your table after you have finished your meal.
In a false dilemma, other alternatives are eliminated or hidden, so that one is manipulated to choose the only viable or acceptable choice. The obvious third choice here is the role of cleaners, who will...now have nothing to do, since we are doing their job for them. You can guess whether the restaurants would keep them on charitable grounds. Then, who are the real beneficieries of our kindness?
Call me cynical, but I'm not convinced at all by this latest campaign to get us to help Fast Food Restaurants to clean up their tables for them. If a restaurant is a place of public ownership, then we all have the civic duty to maintain it. But it isn't.
Is it not the duty of any respectable eating place to provide a clean environment for their patrons? And for us patrons, our duty and obligation in this business transaction is to pay and take the goods given. Where does kindness come in? We might as well ask businesses to show us kindness too and...slash their prices, now that we are dealing on humanitarian, and not mercenary terms anymore.
No, I refuse to be indoctrinated. Don't think that I can be misled by the use of civil society jargon. I'm not a good little girl eating in the school canteen now.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
You've been asking
Nope, the photos aren't out yet, but they let us see some first so that we can give our stamp of approval. These are some samples, for those really interested :P
The red dress was the most skimpiest thing I've ever worn. Almost had wardrobe malfunction. We simply had to choose these pictures, since the man turned red with the effort to carry me. I'm not a waif, hahaha
The red dress was the most skimpiest thing I've ever worn. Almost had wardrobe malfunction. We simply had to choose these pictures, since the man turned red with the effort to carry me. I'm not a waif, hahaha
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Crimewatch
A crime committed a decade ago stretched out its long fingers and tapped me on the shoulders recently.
As a careless undergraduate I lost my wallet, it fell out of my pocket while I was exercising in the park, and I never found it. It was a hassle getting all the documents replaced - IC, matriculation card, ATM cards - but I thought that it was the end of the story.
Until a few days ago, someone, an Indian/Bangladeshi foreign worker, turned up at my home, holding my poor long lost IC and matriculation card. They were stained and old by now, and I obviously don't need them anymore. Their sudden, unexpected appearance raises more questions than ever. How had these two cards survived these years? Literally, where on the earth have they been? If the person had stolen my wallet for the money, wouldn't he simply throw the cards away? There is only one dreadful conclusion which disturbs me deeply.
Someone has been posing as masterofboots in our country, someone who obviously has no right to reside here, taking my cards, ran around as an undergraduate. This is just...outrageous. The very idea is utterly repulsive. What had this person been doing in my name?
Anyway, it is too late now. These questions don't have an answer. Just remember, low crime isn't no crime, so be very careful with your things. Who could have guessed that a trivial oversight like this would have grow such long roots?
As a careless undergraduate I lost my wallet, it fell out of my pocket while I was exercising in the park, and I never found it. It was a hassle getting all the documents replaced - IC, matriculation card, ATM cards - but I thought that it was the end of the story.
Until a few days ago, someone, an Indian/Bangladeshi foreign worker, turned up at my home, holding my poor long lost IC and matriculation card. They were stained and old by now, and I obviously don't need them anymore. Their sudden, unexpected appearance raises more questions than ever. How had these two cards survived these years? Literally, where on the earth have they been? If the person had stolen my wallet for the money, wouldn't he simply throw the cards away? There is only one dreadful conclusion which disturbs me deeply.
Someone has been posing as masterofboots in our country, someone who obviously has no right to reside here, taking my cards, ran around as an undergraduate. This is just...outrageous. The very idea is utterly repulsive. What had this person been doing in my name?
Anyway, it is too late now. These questions don't have an answer. Just remember, low crime isn't no crime, so be very careful with your things. Who could have guessed that a trivial oversight like this would have grow such long roots?
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