Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Postcard #2

Wish you were here :-)

Loving being back in London, its always good for a giggle.
One thing I have been noticing is the fashion here this summer. For the guys, the strangest haircuts since the mullet, kind of Beatles'que styles, but windswept, or rather tornado-swept where every single strand has to go in a different direction - thing is though, if a real tornado were to sweep by, I'm pretty certain not a hair would move. For the girls, last years visible g-strings have been replaced by actual cracks. No joke! They are on display everywhere and not just when they bend down either, nope, the jeans are so low cut, its a permanent show.

That's it for now, spend my time reading rather than writing about 'nothing'.
Thanks again for all the sweet comments in regards to my father.
Missing you all tons, xo

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Happy Tuesday

Thank you all most kindly for the sweet messages below, especially Trée, for the song :-)

Again, not much time today (should have more time to catch up with what's been happening here next week after G&T's visit), so am going to keep this very brief and rush through as many blogs as possible before I have to leave.

A combination of the distance from home to the hospital and the actual times of the visiting hours means that that is about all I've actually done this past almost a week, so nothing really to tell that would be of interest. Have seen a couple of old friends who have stopped by the hospital and that of course is always nice.

My father is doing very much better. He looks his old self, though he doesn't quite feel it, but that is only to be expected.
Silver lining: He has given up smoking :-)

Happy Tuesday all, xo

Friday, June 23, 2006

Quick Note

Hey all,
Don't have much time today, but am going to try and take a quick jog around the blogeshere and see how you all are doing.

As for things here,
Had hardly been here 24 hours, when my father took himself off to the hospital with a heart attack, so I've been occupying my time to say the least. He'll stay in for a while, but he will be fine.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend, xo
:-)

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Postcard #1

Missing you already
(& I don't leave for another 2 hours)
:-)

Sunday, June 18, 2006

1,2,3......Clear!

Friday, June 16, 2006

Interlude

Where Should You Spend Your Summer?

You Should Spend Your Summer at the Beach



You're a free spirit who is always thinking of new ways to have fun.

And you don't just love summer... you live for it.

So, you really should blow off your responsibilities and head to the beach!

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Guess what


I'm dancing!


Ask me why!

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I have a date!

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Ask me with whom!

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Never mind, I'll tell you

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Sunday, June 11, 2006

The London experience

Terry, a suggestion as to how we might spend
our day (and a bit) together in London.
How does this sound? :-)
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London's official best Fish'n'Chips
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followed by a tour of the city by night
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a little
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Then,
aaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
aka the London Eye/Millennium Wheel

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To calm us (me!) back down, a cruise on the Thames

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past such sights as Shakespeare's Globe

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Followed by the essential pub lunch

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After which we could either go wave to Elizabeth


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Or trot past Trafalgar Square and the National Art Gallery


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Before heading to the Sherlock Holmes Museum


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After that, it would be time to do the most English thing
a person can do....

Go for an Indian :-)


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Then onto Soho

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Finally, last but not least, the very scary Jack the Ripper Walk

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The End.

:-)

Monday, June 05, 2006

Link

Some of you guys are at the office and Fruitcake has sound, so thought best not post it on the main page. :-)

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Paper

Today is my parents' wedding anniversary.

Nothing overtly special in the fact, except that
this will be their first.

For one reason or another, they had never tied the knot and as the years passed, they were rather shy to "make a fuss" of themselves. They would say though that if ever they were going to do it after so long, it would have to be "something special".
So, two years ago, I decided to start planning a surprise wedding. It wasn't a Surprise! in the true sense of the word, as I told them about it a few months in advance (the telling was fun:), but the surprise was in location and attendance. Years earlier, they had visited Singapore (where my father grew up) and planned to visit again some day. 15 years later, this as a location seemed to fit the bill perfectly as "something special". And with family as far away as Canada and Australia, it took a year's notice, countless emails and the turning of it into a 4 day family-reunion event at the beach, but in the end, over 90 family members came to help make it "something special".
Something special is what it was.
The actual ceremony, the joy they both felt, the joy that came from sharing the day with so many loved ones and the joy that came from the reuniting of family, for some of whom decades had passed since the last time they had seen each other. By no means least, it was something special for the fact that few can boast that both their children and children's children were guests at their wedding. :-)

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Have a

Friday, June 02, 2006

The Simple Life

I've had this little daydream, a kind of a-day-in-the-life affair, playing in my mind for the last couple of weeks. Over again each day, sometimes more than once, it apparently is here to stay. Peculiar as it may sound, it almost seems to be more than mere fantasy, seeming really quite real, like a memory of something that once was, or a dream that took too strong a hold, or even, dare I say it, like some sort of parallel universe that I am getting a glimpse into.
Tangible.
And I catch myself thinking I need that.
Not I want, or I would like, I wish, or I hope, but I need, and need just isn't a word, I often use. I've never indulged much in expectation, nor do I believe in easy. To be honest, easy makes me uncomfortable, right or wrong. The world never did owe me any favours and yet amazingly, wonderously, I'm blessed with a ton of stuff to be thankful for.
Of late, however, I cannot help but wonder whether at times perhaps I work too hard at finding the best angle. Whether by focusing hard on all that is amazing and wonderous, I smoothe out too readily the things that aren't. Whether by not having great expectations, I end up settling much too easily. And whether by having so much more than I once had, I tend to believe I've been too fortunate already and so am without right to have anything more.
That little daydream, though my idea of perfection, is nothing 'special' as such. It isn't dependent on other people or a host of outside factors. In essense there is nothing to stop the dream becoming a reality.
And I do need it to, or some variation of it, if for nothing else to stop myself from becoming a smiling fool.