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there's a whole floor before us [May. 12th, 2008|09:55 pm]
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dancing about
davyd calls this photo 'dynamic' (photo by amanda)


My learning curve when I'm dancing with someone I know is quite different from that of when I'm dancing with someone new. It's not necessarily better or worse, but it's definitely different. I was feeling a little under the weather this evening, and until I got in the car I wasn't sure I was going to go at all, and when we got there I was everywhere, unable to Charleston and tripping over my feet. Four partners in I ended up dancing with Davyd again, and knowing that he didn't care if I fucked up meant I got over it and worked out why I'd forgotten everything I'd learnt, and remembered it all. This freed me up to learn all the new stuff, and left me feeling more comfortable by the end of the evening.

Of course, the otherside of this is that sometimes I don't notice how much I'm messing up until I'm dancing with someone new. Dancing with Davyd we've developed tricks, and I've learnt to read what he's doing so sometimes I'm halfway into the next thing before he's lead it, because I knew he was going to. This makes me a terrible follow, and I often don't notice it, and therefore can't correct it, until I'm dancing with someone I barely know.

Dancing is really awesome. It can feel very awkward, especially when you're not sure what you're doing - or worse, not sure what your partner is doing - but it's so relaxing and energetic and enjoyable all at the same time.

I wish more of my friends knew how to dance; and I will admit it, I look forward to weddings as a legitimate opportunity to dance some more.
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like i've lived too much [May. 10th, 2008|11:09 pm]
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Thirteens and black cats have never meant much to me, though I have avoided ladders for safety reasons.

I remember in high school, a friend complained about some Chinese people who were interested in buying her parents' house, up until they got there and realised the street address had a four in it and so it all fell through. Of course, I think I said, it's like death, and thought, how could they not have realised? and then I didn't think about it again until today.

We went to view a townhouse, and I was looking out the window for number fourteen, and then we arrived and Davyd said it was number four, and then I realised what that meant. We looked inside anyway, but the damage was done: no matter how brilliant it was, I wouldn't have been able to bring myself to buy a house that was numbered four, let alone one that was numbered four twice.

But then, there is not-quite truth in that statement, too, for there are things that can be done, and all these unfortuitous things can be surmounted. That's what the mirrors and the bells are for.

And the 福, upside-down, that sits on our kitchen door.

到福
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wash your face with orange juice [May. 10th, 2008|09:50 pm]
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Last year, you may recall that Dr A, Davyd and I ventured to the Fly By Night to mosh out to Peter Combe, and it was an awesometacular evening.

There is a Peter Combe concert, again at the Fly By Night, on Saturday July 5th. Coincidentally, this is the day before my birthday, so this is how we're going to be celebrating my 26th birthday. If you want to come, you can just book a ticket here. It's only $22 a ticket, and we'll probably go out to dinner beforehand but we'll suss that out closer to my actual birthday.

Anyway, Peter Combe! His myspace is here for other information. Let me know if you book a ticket! (Dr A does not need to do this; as per plan I already have his and I'd sms him but my phone is somewhere)
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但我会用自己翅膀 [May. 4th, 2008|03:25 pm]
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  • If I'm writing in Chinese, turning the capslock on allows me to write in English. I am quite excited by this discovery! It means swapping between English and Mandarin is suddenly much faster and easier.

  • A newish blog: Penang - My Everlasting Love, a daily photo blog. Bercinta <333

  • I had no idea that Nanyang Technological University looked so awesome. One of the really great things about Singapore is that a lot of the big buildings really do look quite awesome, like all the architects have been given free reign and gone mad in a really cool way.

  • This is my new favourite photo blog: One Love Photo, she does a lot of weddings but I love the lighting she uses and some of the ideas she has. She also has some engagement sets, and, as an aside, engagement photos are things that I don't really understand.

  • Article: Penguin's wetsuit puts him back in the swim of things.

  • Other article: Naked cop surprises NZ car thief.

  • The weather is getting cold, and I'm turning more back to curries and cookies and things that heat the kitchen up, misting the windows and warming my toes. I will miss this kitchen when we are gone from here.

  • I miss salads, but they just don't feel the same when I'm wearing a heavy jumper.

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i got lost in the sound [May. 2nd, 2008|06:52 pm]
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The punchline:

At work today, I found myself involved in a conversation which included Will saying, "Steven's Chinese, of course he likes fried chicken!"



Some backstory:

We have developed this theory, one supported by about ten of us of Chinese descent, by way of Malaysia. This might taint our research somewhat: perhaps the fried chicken theory applies only to Chinese-Malaysians, rather than Chinese people in general; or it might apply to people from South-East Asia.

When Davyd and I had our second wedding feast in Penang, course number three comprised of a vegan fried chicken dish; when we have catered meetings at work, a lack of KFC is always met with protest. My colleagues, who don't understand the vegetarian thing, have tried Utopia's mock fried chicken - it's fried chicken, it has to be sampled (The verify that it is delicious).



And so:

I sort of wish I had left the punchline to float in the ether, so you had no idea what I was talking about, but you can feel free to weigh in on the issue. Obviously I no longer eat fried chicken and I don't want to, but my word do I miss it, sometimes, and the mock fried chicken was so good.



But:

It's still racial stereotyping when you do it to yourself. But that doesn't mean other people get to make the same jokes.
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but they're fun to have around [Apr. 25th, 2008|09:01 pm]
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this post is not what you think. well, unless you're zanchey. then it is what you think.


argyle vest.  it's for polo
it's specifically for playing polo in. i know he's carrying a golf club


oh, i wish.


:o)))



ETA: SOLUTION: LEARN TO KNIT?
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as the stars are starry in the time of our darkness [Apr. 25th, 2008|07:14 pm]
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I get why people dislike having this official day. And sometimes the parades are a bit much, and the idea that maybe you're a bad person for not attending a service is a terrible thing that's being encouraged. I dislike the religious connotations, the fact that god is part of the benediction and it's called a dawn 'service,' and I dislike the unthinking parroting of ideas. These things, all things, need to be questioned.

This morning, Chris expressed displeasure at the opening address: it was too defensive, he felt. I liked it this year, more than I have the last few years: the guy was clearly not a good public speaker, he paused uncomfortably and was unsure, and he spoke about how we don't like fighting and we don't want to fight, and we can question those decisions that lead us there, and we should question the decisions that lead us there, but once you go you go, and when you come home you don't want to be forgotten, don't want your efforts to be worth nothing in the eyes of everyone.

And you can dislike this day, and you can be ambivalent about this day, and you can be like a couple we saw on the way home, 0930 on Anzac Day and they were having their wedding photos taken. But still, in the quiet of the dawn, or in the bright sun light, or on the bus or when you're dancing or when you're living your life, for just a second, you should remember them, and then keep on being happy.
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the plastic mountain at your feet [Apr. 25th, 2008|02:24 pm]
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I have to review an article that contains the following sentence:

The exclusive focus on universal principles and strong negative obligations drew the spatio-temporally egalitarian interpretation of the kernel of the notion of sustainable development to the same preoccupation with the survival of the human species that characterises the apocalyptic views of radical environmentalists.



I have decided that using the words 'pretentious' and 'condescending' in my review are not completely inappropriate.
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some penguins had a party and all their friends came [Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:09 pm]
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two penguins


We woke on Saturday morning to rain, a constant droning on the roof. I love it when it rains, but rainy days are days for cooking things for hours and staying indoors, not holding garden parties.

We ventured out to my old hairdresser, a hilarious woman named Fran who works out of Cutting Edge in Midland. There was some consultation as I produced the ornate things I wanted to slot into my hair, and some confusion as I kept complaining about height and body, which I inexplicably loathe in hair.

hair piece, photo by essie My hair piece was actually formed out of the middle piece of a traditional Malay headpiece. The pieces are usually worn on top of the head, facing forwards, to form sun rays emerging from the head. There was no way I was doing this, though, and I prefer wearing my hair with pieces through it, so I felt this was a nice compromise. The headpiece belongs to a Malaysian girl with whom I work.

We returned from hair related things to discover that the marquee looked amazing. The marquee was only completed at 0800, in the rain, and then Davyd, Bernard, Zanchey, Matt, Essie, Linda and Michael started setting the tables and putting things in place, and by the time we returned it looked fantastic, all the cranes scattered on the tables and the napkins folded beautifully.

place setting, photo by trevor I bought all of the hanging decorations on a recent trip to Melbourne, so if anyone happens to know of anyone who needs to use some Chinese wedding decorations, let me know. Also, the 120 pairs of chopsticks were found by rummaging through the drawers in my mother's kitchen, and in our kitchen. Chinese homes tend to have an excess of chopsticks, due to the tradition of purchasing an entire new set every Chinese New Year. As such, if anyone needs to borrow a whole lot of chopsticks, again, let me know.

At about 1300 Matt went on an emergency run to Bunnings to buy mats to put by marquee's entry, to stop people from sinking into the damp grass there. By the time he returned the rain had stopped, though, and the sun had come out, and that was awesome.

Amanda and SJ were amazing with my makeup. They threw me in a makeup chair at Myer in Perth, where the woman at the Clinique counter painted things on my face and we found perfect lips and eyes at Shishedo, both of which I've blogged about previously. I was not first to get my makeup done on the day - first was SJ's mum, who wanted her makeup to be done in time for her to watch kickoff of the derby.

My wedding dress was tailored for me by a bespoke tailor in Penang in 2005. It sounds ridiculous, especially given we didn't actually do anything else wedding related in the time between July 2005 and setting the date in December 2007, but three years later I still believe it was the best decision. I knew then that I would be wearing the qipao when we married, and at that point I was about to turn 23, and hadn't changed weight or shape in about six years. It is expensive to tailor qipao in Australia, and there was no way I was spending AUD$500+ for some sort of one wear only dress. A qipao is designed to be worn again, not worn once.

penguin in a qipao/cheongsam, photo by thanners Two weeks before the wedding I tried the dress on, and the zipper broke. I had it repaired by Snip N Stitch clothing alterations, who were happy to do the repairs but told me I had to find the invisible zip on my own, as very long, bright red invisible zips were hard to come by around here. Fortunately the crazy wool store at Subi crossroads had some. Cost of repairs plus zip was $32.95.

The qipao fit fine, though you should note that they're made to fit snug, which made sitting a challenge. "I have to hike my skirt up," I complained to my mother, later. "That's how it works," she replied, like it was something I already knew but had obviously forgotten. It also made bending over a chore, so all night I made people pick things up for me. Essie reminded me, though, at least I was still able to go to the loo on my own, some wedding dresses require assistance when you sit to pee.

It is customary to wait one month after the birth of a baby before gift giving. This is a hold over from the days when babies would often die during their first few days, and pragmatically there is no point giving gifts to a baby who dies a few days later. The gifts are also gifts and wishes for the baby's future, usually represented by a whole lot of gold jewellery. It is this that I was wearing, the gold given to me after my first month, so that I was draped in the wishes of my family.

two bouquets For the longest time I was determined not to hold a bouquet. At the last, I was convinced to hold something, so I agreed to a bouquet, but only if it could be styled similarly to the bouquets that Tom and Max's bridesmaids held a few years ago. The result, designed by Linda, was simply magnificent. It was understated yet bright and not all droopy like a teardrop, and I loved it.

As I peered out the window, waiting for the time to be right, and for all to be ready, I was delighted to discover that many people had turned up with hats and fascinators, and in Alex's case with a cane. Maelkann wore a bright orange suit, as promised, and my view from the window was all bright colours and big hats and I was so pleased.

I was reluctant to do a stately walk down the aisle, there's so much possession and propriety implicit in that. The compromise was that Davyd, Zanchey, Bernard, SJ and Susie would chat with people somewhere around the frontish area, whilst dad and I would meander over. I sank slowly into the ground as I walked, and my stocking slowly failed (I couldn't wear a garter belt as the qipao has no give for it, and the elastic on the stay-up failed).

The sun was in our eyes, because although we'd run through the day before, we'd ended up in the wrong position, so halfway through the ceremony we crept forward, out of the glare. At prodding from the celebrant, we included anecdotes and readings, how we met through Sailor Moon and then SJ read a bit from Now We Are Six, because everybody loves a Pooh quote.

Later, we took a giant group photo. Afterwards, we dismissed friends to play croquet and cricket (thanks to dr k and dave for the croquet set, and grahame for the cricket set), and half of Davyd's extended family took "and if you're family, you have to stick around for more photos" as an opportunity to nick off to the pub to watch the end of the derby. A number of friends ran off to the Junction for icecream, though many of them managed to get lost. In hindsight, we should have included directions to the Junction as part of the wedding pack, along with the map to the venue.

group photo
group photo, sans amanda and essie :o(


We meandered around the estate, taking photos as they occurred to us and pausing for champagne, and for me to unlock my ibook. I discarded the failing stockings before we headed to the marquee, where many of our friends were already well into the beer, and had almost demolished the Squire.

table of ang pau On a table to the side was a basket from Singapore, overflowing with ang pau and surrounded by envelopes. The Chinese custom shies away from registries and gifts, leaning more towards things that will fit in little red envelopes, that is, money and jewellery. This is considered more practical. "No one is writing their name!" my mother despaired, so now we have no idea who gave what. It is usual to take note of each red packet, the amount and who gave it, but I prefer it this way. Now, if someone chose not to give us anything, we will never know, and that is fine because gifts should be no obligation, anyway.

A Chinese wedding banquet is a lavish, extended affair, comprising eight to ten courses (not including dessert), each served individually to the middle of the table, for communal eating. It is sprawling, taking usually about two to three hours, and it is important to eat selectively at each course, or by meal's end you can find yourself bloated, and unable to sample the delicious dishes which round out the banquet. I have blogged about the catering we used in my foodie blog here, and about our delicious vegan and gluten-free (double chocolate and raspberry) wedding cupcakes here.

michael on the run, photo by trev Although the catering was done by Lotus, and the cupcakes were constructed by Susie, Amanda, Sajee and Essie in a feat of awesome, and the fruit was prepared by my mother and an auntie, the serving and related was done by Linda and Michael, with assistance from two of the kids from archery and a colleague of Davyd's.

Linda and Michael went above and beyond, volunteering to come early Saturday morning to assist with setup, and staying late to help us clear away. All we'd wanted them to do was coordinate the food! Their help was amazing and we are so appreciative of their contribution to the Really Big Party. Linda also did all the flower related things, my beautiful tiny bouquet and the corsages and buttons.

There were a handful of speeches, limit of 120 seconds. SJ wrote hers onto a crane; we had to wait for her to unfold it. There was some music and some dancing, cheers to Meggie for using her contacts to get us the sound gear. I turned around at one point to discover that some people I occasionally call friends had loaded some very choice songs onto my ibook, cheers for that, guys. Whereby 'choice' should be prefaced by 'questionable.'

Linda, Michael, Zanchey and Bernard stayed with us until well past midnight, cleaning and clearing and putting away. Eventually, exhausted, we kicked everyone out though the job was unfinished, and waved Linda and Michael off, and we four tumbled into the car and Bernard drove us all home.

As Zanchey stumbled out of the car at 0130, he reached behind Davyd's head and withdrew a top hat. "Oh, what!" I exclaimed, that he had not worn it in photos, and he shut the door and we drove away.

Thank you so much to everyone who came, it was delightful and both Davyd and I had an excellent Party, and we hope that everyone else did, too.

Photos:
  • Full set of photos taken by Amanda can be found here. There are about 600 of them, though, so I have posted a small selection of my favourites here

  • Some can be found here by my frellie [info]dortamur

  • essie's picks of her own photos; full set can be found here

  • essie's picks of amanda's photos

  • these were photos taken by [info]thanners

  • Anil took some photos which you can find here

  • Photos by Davyd's dad can be found here

  • Photos by Alex here (everyone is pulling such dour faces, though!)


Please let me know if you have some that aren't linked here, and if you've taken some but haven't put them up please do that and let me know.


Financial analysis to follow when it all gets sorted out.
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Singapore: A, Miscellany [Apr. 21st, 2008|05:05 pm]
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Having never visited one before, we ventured out to Little India. Every ten metres or so took us past another restaurant with the word vegetarian in its name, and Davyd's excitement never waned. Little India was filled with delightful smells and bright, fabulous colours, and Davyd suggested that perhaps we could visit Big India some time.

We jumped on the MRT down to Raffles Place to find Merlion Park. Catching the MRT was fun, we never had to wait more than about five minutes for a train and almost every place we wanted to visit was near a train line, or close to a train-bus connection.

Merlion Park was disappointing. Its name implies a theme park, or an adventure; instead we found a merlion, gushing into the harbour, and a baby merlion, its back to the water.

the asian civilisations museum


More exciting was the Asian Civilisations Museum, located a short walk away at Empress Place, just across from the Cavenagh pedestrian bridge. We wandered in shortly before the 1400 guided tour, and on a whim decided to join it. Yuli, our guide, explained a hundred little nuances I'd never realised, the shape of the Buddha's hat and the origins of writing in Europe and Kwan Yin's journey to China. The museum itself is well laid out and incredibly interesting, focused on explaining the history of Singapore through its inhabitants and ancestors. It traces the path of Chinese history, the path of Islamic history and Indian mythology and weaves it all together to form Singapore today, and it was fascinating. I wanted to buy so many books in the museum shop, and we spent a delightful two hours wandering back and forth inside the museum's galleries. If you visit Singapore, you should visit the museum, it was certainly worth the visit to me.

Other notable visits were to Orchard Road, the major shopping district, and the Kinokuniya located there. Davyd was entranced for quite some time by the walls of engineering texts, and at one point lamented that we would never be able to leave it. We visited Clarke Quay, the major clubbing area, which was fun enough, and at Suntec City hopped on a Duck Tour. The Duck Tours involve a one hour tour around Singapore in an amphibious vehicle that was used by the US in the Vietnam War, the tour is 40 minutes on water and 20 on land, and it's an interesting way to see some of Singapore.

Haw Par Villa (Tiger Balm Gardens) was boring and uninspiring, though my childhood memories recall it as bright and beautiful.

We spent some time on Sentosa Island, exploring Fort Siloso. I remembered the fort from my childhood, but not any of the details, so it was interesting to return and actually be interested in the information gleaned, the fall of Singapore to the Japanese in 1942 and the ensuing occupation. And the merlion on Sentosa, at least, was visually more impressive, though my favourite of all was the Merlion Walk, a dynamic mosaic pond and series of fountains trailing behind the merlion.

brightly coloured tiles in a mosaic to form a series of pools and fountains at the base of the merlion. it makes me want to go swimming


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Jurong Bird Park
Asian Civilisation Museum
Selected others (mostly of the same): here
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a moment of [Apr. 18th, 2008|01:53 pm]
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As we arrived in Singapore I realised, with dread, that I had forgotten to bring ang pau for auntie's children.

We stopped by the concierge desk at first opportunity. "I forgot red packets," I explained. "Do you know where we can buy them?" The concierge suggested Chinatown, or perhaps a bookstore; then suggested we wait whilst he checked to see if he had any spare. He did, and I took three for auntie's children.

The crisis was averted, and the service at the Fairmont continued to be superb our entire stay.
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tourist in a familiar land [Apr. 17th, 2008|06:58 pm]
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"Ah," said Auntie, when I told her of our plans. "Tourist things."

a line of buddhas


I have known the reclining buddha since I was young; I have climbed the steps of Kek Lok Si and removed my shoes for the buddhas a hundred times; yet visiting these figures is still tourist things.

The taxi driver took us through the winding streets of Air Itam, halfway across the island. We wove through the terraces, and Davyd lamented that we had worn sneakers, as he had to bow every five minutes to tie his laces again.

this stool is for the master only


I love the bright colours of the temples, the stories that they tell and the information that they give. My father speaks, in a low voice, of the rebuilding of Kwan Yin at Kek Lok Si. Her statue, 120 feet of bronze, was allegedly rebuilt a little shorter, so she would not be taller than the tallest mosque on the island.

kwan yin


At the base of the temple, we encountered beggars, and I remembered why I fear the temple even as I love it.

We visited the reclining buddha at Wat Chaiya Mangkalaram. At 33 metres in length, it is the third largest reclining buddha, and Uncle described it to Davyd as the best buddha in town.

We ventured up Penang Hill, completely unrelated to my pilgrimage. A funicular railway runs from base to peak, and at over 800 metres above sea level it is fun to peer down the hill and into the haze.

I enjoy touristing around places I love, and it was fun to share some of my favourite places with Davyd. It was nerve-wracking, too, that fear that he'd not at least like them.

I've uploaded a handful of photos from Malaysia, including a selection of family portraits, and the food from the second wedding banquet, at my flickr account here. Full photos will hopefully go up soon. You can also find my review of our second wedding banquet here.

extended family
extended family portrait



ETA: You can now find all photos from our temple visits here and here.
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auntie is a magic word [Apr. 16th, 2008|01:12 pm]
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In Chinese dialects there is a distinction between the auntie who is mother's sister, and the auntie who is father's sister, and so on. But everyone just says 'auntie,' even in the middle of a sentence in Mandarin, just creates this gigantic, amorphous mass of scolding, loving aunties.

We sat at a table on the edge of a carpark just off Bukit Timah Road. "What?" a grumpy old man barked. "Waiting for Auntie," I replied, my voice falling into that annoying Penang whine (though I was in Singapore by this time), and he melted away at the magic word.

Auntie is the old lady crossing the street; Auntie is my mother's sister or my father's sister; Auntie is a woman I met when I was six; Auntie gives me ang pau and tells me to eat more; Auntie is not related to me; Auntie is obligation and permission and guilt.
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you know the rules and so do i [Apr. 12th, 2008|09:47 pm]
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Not dead, though I've been followed through Malaysia by this dreadful Rick Astley song, I hate you all.

Had the Really Big Party last Saturday, it was lots of fun and though it rained all Friday night and well into Saturday, it stopped raining in time for the ground to dry out and the sun to appear. I still sank into the wet grass though, so that was fun.

Spent some time visiting my extended family in Malaysia, and now we're adventuring through the wilds of deepest darkest Singapore, we'll be home soon and you can expect a full update then. Probably even several updates. With pictures, and long, soppy sentences of gratefulness (I love you all).

For now, have some photos of the wedding: by essie; by amanda (who was our official photog); and by thanners.


photo by Essie





And leave comments! Sad to check my email and find so little in the way of email (and a whole lot of spam).
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the day's as small as the window [Apr. 3rd, 2008|10:28 pm]
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I sat, horrified, as the makeup counter lady came at me with this little brush with gloss on it. I've never bought makeup before, I've no idea what I'm doing and I had no idea what to expect as the woman tried to upsell me a cleaning routine prefaced with, Now I don't expect you to buy this. Later, I commented on how much money I had spent. I was just thinking how cheap it all was today, Amanda said, which just indicates how little I know about this stuff (that is, nothing).

Earlier, Davyd went for a haircut and the dude tried to upsell him a crew cut.
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sailing over a cardboard sea [Mar. 30th, 2008|12:44 pm]
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Tommo and Tina have this friend Jane. Jane found, last night, that every person she seemed to talk to of Tommo and Tina's friends knew Tommo through uni, through unisfa or whatever. And it's true, all of our friends have known Tommo for years, and met Tina through him, or through Nancy.

I met Tina long before that, this dorky sister of a dorky friend and we were all dorks together, in their ridiculously loud house and their incredibly messy room. And I met Tommo after that, separate from Tina, this gigantic looming figure with whom I almost shared a house, who taught me words like awesometacular.

Davyd posted about their wedding in the wee hours of this morning, and he used a lovely photo, a romantic kissing kind of pose, and it was a beautiful photo.

This photo, though, is Tommo, and it is Tina, and I think it is brillig:



Shh, she is saying, or shit, or something, and as she wandered past to reach the aisle she told us in passing that she had lost her shoe. The flowergirls arrived in a bright yellow kombi and were herded down the aisle by Nancy shouting instructions from her position further back in the procession, and Tina looked like she wanted to be a mermaid, and Tommo had a pocketwatch, and it was just all such a delight.

Tommo and Tina are awesometacular, and I adore them both.

If Furry's graph actually exists, as alluded in his speech, I would like to see it. Congratulations to Anil for keeping his pants on. Please note Penguins wearing headwear (fascinators and hats).

All photos
Dr K has some photos here
[info]thanners has some photos here


There are also some photos of Tommo's buck's night floating around, I think perhaps my favourite is this incredibly unflattering photo of Max.
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i get a kick [Mar. 30th, 2008|11:36 am]
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Does anyone have a red or gold shawl that I could borrow for next weekend? Also, does anyone have a hat with fake fruit on it that I could borrow? Explanations not given, photos will follow.

What are some good games to play in a small grassed area that are low commitment? So far I have cricket, croquet and hackeysack. MSH suggested kites, but Shig advised probably not a good idea with lots of people.
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the problem should be shared [Mar. 25th, 2008|10:39 pm]
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I am in a terrible mood, so I present to you: a list of things.

  1. I have a new blog: Vegan About Town, specifically for talking about things I cook and restaurants at which I eat (mostly in the Perth metro area).
  2. Shirts and Tie, fashion tips for men.
  3. From SMH: They sought help, but got exorcism and the Bible.
  4. 7 Reasons the 21st Century is Making You Miserable.
  5. A recipe that I really want to try: Indian Watermelon Curry.
  6. A blog that is new to me: Elana's Pantry. Gluten-Free blog, interesting stuff, easily modifiable recipes (not vego).
  7. Davyd and I have been learning to swing dance through Swing It. Our current course (Lindy 1) has just finished, and due to the upcoming Really Big Party we can't start on Lindy 2 yet. But it would be awesome if some of our friends who wanted to learn Lindy Hop went to Lindy 1 next Monday (the 31st), and then joined us for Lindy 2. How exciting!
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threadless order [Mar. 20th, 2008|11:52 pm]
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threadless is having a $9 sale! my sister wants a shirt so i'm putting through an order tomorrow (friday) evening. if you want in, please let me know by then! they're very awesome...
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fedoras [Mar. 18th, 2008|06:09 pm]
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does anyone know if there are any fedoras for sale in perth that are not made from animals? all suggestions accepted.
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