I hate pole huggers.
And I'm not refering to sexy pole dancers who make a living spiralling around poles. It takes a damn lot of muscle power to do that and these ladies are just working their butts off to feed the family. They've got my respect.
By pole huggers, I mean inconsiderate people who literally HUG the MRT pole as if it was their other half, while helpless commuters (like me) are struggling sans pole , with a 30-ton laptop bag, files and tottering on high heels in a speeding train. How dangerous is that? Who knows I might just fall and crash onto the babbling toddler next to me.
"Mama!" cries the cute little thing before my laptop bag and me come crashing down like a ogre on the poor little angel's head.
The MRT Pole is public property, not your personal gigolo. And its only proper etiquette to put 5 fingers on the pole to to maintain your balance, and not wrap your entire anatomy around it. Man, get a grip.
Don't be a hindrance to public safety.
Hug your girlfriend, boyfriend, mum, dad, mail order bride, whoever u want. Don't hug the pole. It doesn't belong to you.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Wedding bands
http://www.ifc.com.hk/english/shop.aspx?id=1023
http://www.blogger.com/www.jsnet.com.hk
Hey gals, this is the shop I was talking abt in IFC... With lots of wedding bands choices...but apparently they also sell other jewellery, but all in the concept of love :)
Take a look
Monday, November 06, 2006
ah...the sweetest thing
Yesterday I went to a friend's wedding. Was the sweetest one I've ever been to......It was a simply elegant wedding on the rooftop garden of the Fullerton Hotel, held in the intimacy of 10 over tables.
The opening address was a heartwarming speech by the father of the bride. He thanked all the people who has taken care of his daughter in her 10 years in Singapore and also showered praises on his new son-in-law. Next he presented a poem composed by his mother, my fren's grandmother who is 80 years old and has travelled all the way to be here for the wedding. Next there was a clever couplet made by a relative as well.
Next came the most charming and romantic speeach I have ever heard in my life...
The groom spoke in his usual unassuming and sincere manner, saying how the wedding has been tiring, time consuming and such, but still so sweet and through this, they went through yet another experience that convince them them that they will be for each other for the rest of their lives.
Then he narrate the story how his gf used to ask him at the inception of the marriage, "we are so different, so do you think we can have a future together" He thought for the longest time, and finally he gave this analogy," when you are doing a jigsaw puzzle, you will find that you can never put 2 pieces together if they are exactly the same." Further, he also reckoned that they are only different in some ways, but united by a huge underlying similarity .
Next his gf narrate the tale of the proposal, on how the Eastern Europe backpacking trip had a greater significance than what she expected. She recounted with fondness on how the trip must have become very intolerable for the groom for half the jounrey had transpired and yet there was no suitable moment to unveil that Solitaire.
Then, that fateful morning, they embarked on a trekking trip up the mountains but soo realised thet they were lost. At that point in time, they were stuck int the middle of the mountain, where one looked up to see no peak and down to find retreating impossible. At that moment of desperation, it seems like there's little hope. However, miraculously, they managed to somehow find their way and at that moment.
At that time, tears of relief and thankfulness were rolling freely down the bride's face and of course our hero saw the moment and swiftly whipped out his Solitaire. And to recollect that special day, they actually engraved the date on the inside of the ring.
The bride then teased to say how the groom would subsequently relate the proposal to his frens in triumph on she was crying like a baby when he proposed, but one shd really know the context.
Next the mic was passed back to my fren who then finished up by saying how it was very fateful that they have met, in the sense that they might never have met if they had gone on the typical path since their provinces were 300 miles apart. At this juncture I notiecd that he was pausing at weird intervals and I was wondering why. Then I realised that he was actually so touched that he was weeping tears of joy.
The bride volunteered to continue the speech on his behalf but he kept saying that he could do it. Then he the bride teasingly remarked on how they discussed a few nights ago as to who would like to make the speech but the groom had offered to do it as he felt that her being the more emotional and rash one, she would probably not be able to do it without crying.
And finally he concluded the speeach by asking if we had noticed the classical piece that was played at the opening march. It was by one of their favourite composer. This composer, he explained, had written many love songs for the wife and this was their favourite piece. He then said that while he did not have the talent of his composer, he would like to do something for his wife too, which is to sing a native love song.
It was so touching a speech and song that soon after I heard the sniffs amongst the audience as well.
It was the sweetest wedding I've ever gone to. Who says one needs all that fancy outfits and swanky band? The purest love and the words from the heart surpass it all.
The opening address was a heartwarming speech by the father of the bride. He thanked all the people who has taken care of his daughter in her 10 years in Singapore and also showered praises on his new son-in-law. Next he presented a poem composed by his mother, my fren's grandmother who is 80 years old and has travelled all the way to be here for the wedding. Next there was a clever couplet made by a relative as well.
Next came the most charming and romantic speeach I have ever heard in my life...
The groom spoke in his usual unassuming and sincere manner, saying how the wedding has been tiring, time consuming and such, but still so sweet and through this, they went through yet another experience that convince them them that they will be for each other for the rest of their lives.
Then he narrate the story how his gf used to ask him at the inception of the marriage, "we are so different, so do you think we can have a future together" He thought for the longest time, and finally he gave this analogy," when you are doing a jigsaw puzzle, you will find that you can never put 2 pieces together if they are exactly the same." Further, he also reckoned that they are only different in some ways, but united by a huge underlying similarity .
Next his gf narrate the tale of the proposal, on how the Eastern Europe backpacking trip had a greater significance than what she expected. She recounted with fondness on how the trip must have become very intolerable for the groom for half the jounrey had transpired and yet there was no suitable moment to unveil that Solitaire.
Then, that fateful morning, they embarked on a trekking trip up the mountains but soo realised thet they were lost. At that point in time, they were stuck int the middle of the mountain, where one looked up to see no peak and down to find retreating impossible. At that moment of desperation, it seems like there's little hope. However, miraculously, they managed to somehow find their way and at that moment.
At that time, tears of relief and thankfulness were rolling freely down the bride's face and of course our hero saw the moment and swiftly whipped out his Solitaire. And to recollect that special day, they actually engraved the date on the inside of the ring.
The bride then teased to say how the groom would subsequently relate the proposal to his frens in triumph on she was crying like a baby when he proposed, but one shd really know the context.
Next the mic was passed back to my fren who then finished up by saying how it was very fateful that they have met, in the sense that they might never have met if they had gone on the typical path since their provinces were 300 miles apart. At this juncture I notiecd that he was pausing at weird intervals and I was wondering why. Then I realised that he was actually so touched that he was weeping tears of joy.
The bride volunteered to continue the speech on his behalf but he kept saying that he could do it. Then he the bride teasingly remarked on how they discussed a few nights ago as to who would like to make the speech but the groom had offered to do it as he felt that her being the more emotional and rash one, she would probably not be able to do it without crying.
And finally he concluded the speeach by asking if we had noticed the classical piece that was played at the opening march. It was by one of their favourite composer. This composer, he explained, had written many love songs for the wife and this was their favourite piece. He then said that while he did not have the talent of his composer, he would like to do something for his wife too, which is to sing a native love song.
It was so touching a speech and song that soon after I heard the sniffs amongst the audience as well.
It was the sweetest wedding I've ever gone to. Who says one needs all that fancy outfits and swanky band? The purest love and the words from the heart surpass it all.
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