one and only DIY

So maybe there are times that I feel crafty.  I would sew something.  I would glue something.  I would doodle something.

I do these silly things for fun.  A little less serious than cooking for me.

For our wedding I get asked a lot if I would do anything DIY and my constant reply would be I'd let the professionals do it.  

I don't intend to stay up nights before cutting, sewing or glueing something.  What I'd love to do instead is spend time with my family and my future family.  Maybe hang out with friends too.  Not serious hobby-ing.  It would probably take the fun away from craft too!

I also never intended to do a pre-nuptial photo shoot.  Maybe because I get so used to seeing images that do not resemble the couple in real life that I sort of shrug off the idea.

It's not me.  

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Nearing our big day, I was reminded that I needed to get our Save the Date out.

Okay.

(Thinking while playing with my thumbs.  Like Butters.)

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A friend volunteered to take our photos because he had always been waiting to do a shoot with real lights.  That was him saying that I needed to find proper lights.

And I did.  A colleague willingly lent me hers.

self sufficient :)

Come the shooting day, my someone and I prepared by ordering pizza and beer.  With a freezer full of ice and a bottle of Jack, we were ready to shoot.

I wonder if we were all just making an excuse to hang out.  Not that we needed one.

mission accomplished

something Jops said...

I must say that not only am I ecstatic about the photos, it was a night that I'd remember for a very long time.  I trust that it would be something we would talk about over and over and over and over and over and over again.

I believe, we created a new classic.

good times :)

when it rains

It was not too perfect waking up to find out that I had an "eyeless" zit on my chin. I'm not sure if people know what I mean by that--unless they've had one before. It is the seemingly invisible bump that hurts like crazy and takes a very long time to heal.

There are more important thing though, beyond clear skin. Like breakfast. Which was good. Mandarins, yogurt, bread and butter while chatting with my parents through Facetime--which is great. You won't imagine how much that saves overseas call fees!

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Fast forward to yoga class. Good class. A lot of stretching. Great set.

I was feeling really well until I got up from the last shavasana and realised that my left glut seemed strained. It was so painful that I limped the rest of the day.

Oh well, no pain, no gain.

I kept telling myself, it meant I did as much as I could....

If the pain doesn't go away till Monday, I'll have it checked.

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Then there was the lovely lunch :)

Then I spilt the soy sauce all over the fish.

Hello kidney stones.

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I was loking forward to the movie we were watching later that night. I had been waiting for months to see this flick.

As we were walking out to go the theatre, it suddenly poured! Really hard.

There was no escaping. We were at the middle of the intersection an any covered area was at least forty meters away.

We settled under a huge tree--which was not a lot of help.

I was offered a (clean) hanky, so I had some semblance of protection or shield--at least it kept the water off my eyes.

The cabs won't stop.

Calls to the cab companies went unanswered.

Thank God my drenched mobile survived the "storm".

Soaked, we decided to run back home for shelter.

The reality though, was I was not able to run. More, unwilling.

There was no way I could get more wet and I was not about to risk injuring myself if I slip. Remember the left glut?

Did I mention that the road back was at a good thirty degree incline?

We got home thirty minutes before the movie was starting.

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Made some calls.

Threw stuff into the dryer.

Took a scalding hot shower.

All in fifteen minutes.

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After that mad fifteen minutes, we were in a cab.

My clothes still damp.

In rubber flip flops.

And a dinner dress.

With dripping hair.

And a borrowed jacket--man's jacket.

Mustard dress. Silver flip flops. Black jacket.

I looked homeless.

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We were late.

We missed fifteen minutes--maybe ten.

I blame queuing for popcorn and soda.

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Wonderful movie!

Delicious dinner. Lovely dessert.

Good conversation over coffee (tea for me) afterwards.

Overall, enjoyable Saturday.

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On the way home, my dress strap broke.

Then, the person I was with, sneezed.

one rainy night, two rainy nights

One rainy night someone announced that she would be moving here for good. As far as 'for good' can go in the context of people like me. The night turned into day, and we, well... we were cast away. Without the beard--maybe some shaggy hair.

One night someone arranged for a barbecue and announced that we will be roasting the bratwurts in the oven for our own good. As until now the regular are always challenged getting the fire started. The night turned into day then, downpour. And we, well... we probably brewed up a storm singing Bon Jovi and Kings of Leon. Without being in tune--but with conviction.

and i love the thought

I don't want to expect much, but I have a feeling that tonight may rival the best concert ever. It may not be mere coincidence that I'm watching with the same people. I feel giddy. My hands are sweaty with restless anticipation!

I think I had officially started over acting when I woke up this morning singing you make me feel brand new and humming if you don't know me by now as I was hailing my daily bus.

It was a blessing that I was able to rest yesterday, otherwise with the strain from the past two weeks I may not be able to enjoy the show fully.

Less than ten hours to go!