three.

I made three wishes today.
Holding my breath.
One.
Two.
Three.

Shhh...

countdown

I think I've done what I could.
In the best way I know how.
Not saying its perfect.
Or that I am.
Porbably far from-
But it just is.

You've made your choice.
Now its time for me to make mine.
Just put the blame on me.
It's easier that way.
That's my plan anyway.

I give up.
I'm done.

Thanks for everything.
Its been one heck of a ride.

All the best.
Be well.

Guess who?

Guess who's featured in June's Citta Bella?

my own cheerleader garb

I got this a while back from agent Ninja and agent Magpie as a belated wedding present and its an oh-so-cute, totally bimbotic tank top that I love so much.

I actually wore it the very next day to a huge shopping spree with Jo and she had a huge laugh at what I was wearing. I think it shaved about 10 years off my age which was quite a nice feeling. Actually met some students I knew while out wearing the tank once and they stared at me funny for a while- there goes my image! :) This is way overdue, but thanks Agents!

wedding: us

I've been slacking off on wedding photos again and I have to blog this one of Rub and I with Sam, Jo, Oli, Hongliang and Jo's totally amazing and entertaining parents. Jo (the girl next to me) is one of my best friends and my oh-so-great wedding co-ordinator. Sam, the guy next to me on my other side, was my photographer and he did one heck of a job. These two people are not only phenomenal friends but very often, my lifeline.

food poisoning

I know I need to rest, I have enough people telling me that my body is going to crash on me big time soon enough- as though it hasn't already periodically done so (more on that another time).

But I don't like being MADE to rest because I ate something wrong. Food poisoning sucks. And to make matters even more histerically worse, I got it from eating at a hospital cafeteria! How absurd is that! I mean, if I had gotten ill from eating at some roadside stall (not that we have any in Singapore, really) or seafood or all the other "risky" stuff- fine. I got ill eating bean curd (tau kuar) and black egg (lu tan) from a kway chup stall.

So I've barely kept food in. The husband has been patiently trying to coax me into eating, my mother has served up "cheng-cheng" food after food. Nothing sticking.

Bleah.

me.

Is this you?
In case you're wondering, that's me right now.