Tagged

This is what you are supposed to do. Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.

After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.

1. I find inspiration while showering.
2. I love to pull my bro's leg hair. Actually, I simply love bullying him.
3. I love hugs... A LOT (with anyone and everyone).
4. I don't like such games, but I still play along.
5. I find thrills in taking lifts with views outside.
6. I am a non-conformist.

Tagged by: Dearie Suz
People whom are tagged:

1) Shi Qi
2) Melissa
3) Felicia

The wedding

The wedding that I anticipated finally took place. Just to clarify, it was Joleen's wedding.

The preparation started the night before and the poor Teochew bride had to wake up at 4am for the makeup etc. I don't think any other dialect group's bride needs such an early rise. Naturally, the maids-of-honour too had to be ready early. In fact, we did not sleep at all the night before. So, the rest of the day was to me, tiring and very long.

If anything, I don't think I would ever want a traditional Chinese wedding for myself.

In fact, I think weddings are extravagant and for ceremonial's sake. A cosy and intimate celebration with the registration of the marriage should be sufficient. Afterall, a marriage is between the two people who will live together for the rest of their lives.

Anyway, here's sharing some of the photos taken. And yes, I am a little of a rebel against traditions.

Sharing her bliss and happiness with her.Family photo? No... these are just all the cousins, who are like flesh and blood brothers and sisters to one another.


The proudest people of all, Joleen's mum and brother.


Joleen's godparents and god-sister, i.e., my parents and me!


Joleen, at the happiest moment of her life.


The hand bouquet that was handmade by the "sisters".


Each rose on the wrist bands for the maids-of-honour was delicately and skillfully hand sewn on, in the wee hours of the night.

My Bestie

A friendship that cannot be measured by the number of years and amount of tears, smiles, hugs and joy shared. A friendship that only has eternity.

Risk

Risk is the factor that many people dare not take the plunge in life. They worry about what lies ahead and dare not step out of their boundaries or comfort zones. It is natural because in life, losing is always more painful than gaining. But, as the saying goes, "No pain, no gain!"

I've been deeply inspired by the following quote.

"The main thing is to always know that nothing in life is too hard. You never know until you give it a go." - Mark Inglis

Mark Inglis is the first double amputee to summit Mount Everest. I had the honour to meet him when he came to promote the show "Everest: Beyond the Limit" by Discovery Channel in Singapore while I was helping out at the event.

I hope that I can also put aside fears and risks and pursue my dreams. Will told me today that he remembered I had the characters of doing whatever I wanted. I wonder where all the courage went to. I think too much these days.

But, I shall keep remembering Mark Inglis' words and be fearless.

Living in Memory... NO MORE

A lot of times, people try to recreate the past by living in memories.
Especially when they long for something they could not achieve.
Perhaps that's why many people tend to regret.
Regret what they should or shouldn't do.
So, I am living in memory.. no more.
Whatever I could or couldn't achieve, it doesn't matter.
What matters is the future.
So, just keep looking forward.
And, FUTURE... Here I come!

Sense of Loss

There are times when one gets a sense of loss.
Loss of something that would never return to the same as before.
In life, we all lose a little of something.
Time moves forward and can never be turned back.
I have this sense of loss.
A loss that has happened due to time.
But I can't explain what the loss is.
Neither can I explain the frustration I feel sometimes.
Just a sense of loss.

Meals with Love

Cooking is one of my favourite hobbies. Yes. It's a hobby of mine (it all started with my love to eat). I enjoy the whole process - preparing, cooking and cleaning. I always say that the kitchen would be my focus when I get a home. And, I have to be the Queen of the kitchen.

More than just preparing meals to fill tummies, cooking is an experiment for me. I like to replicate tastes or dishes I tried outside. I also experiment to improve or add new tastes to them. Most importantly, I love it when people enjoy what I prepare.

I believe in cooking with the heart. When I put my heart into cooking, it becomes a meal with love.

Today, I prepared a simple Chinese meal for Ling when she came to my place to prepare for her exam. Steam chicken wings with ginger and spring onions and stir-fry Baby Kai Lan with garlic with rice.












Ling: The worst that I ever tasted. HaHa.. NOT..a meal of love...