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October 30, 2013

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update: wedding mind-map!
updated- 16th Jan

October
30th- Bridal Appointment (@1300hrs, Tanjong Pagar)

November
1st- Get update on wedding card design
12th- Talk through RSVP details + Guest List
– Get in touch with Debs re YF invite
– Contact Kevin re going down for invite
15th- Release RSVP form + Contact Peony Jade invite vendor
16th- Meeting Gayle and Ruth re reception
18th- John and future living arrangements
19th- Get update on catering
20th- Wedding gift for parents

December
12th- Invites ready and given to parents
16th- Send out wedding photog email

Outstanding
1) Settle programme and signage (Caleb?)
2) MC scripts
3) Procure carpark people
4) Meeting with: Livecast and photographers
5) Meetings with whoevers
6) Walk down aisle thingy
7) Procure transport for the day
8) Banquet everythings
9) Decoration I/C
10) Update Lydia on theme for songs (when we actually have one)
11) Have a theme

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(more for myself than anything)
A wedding is made up of:
– Invites, programme, programme design and signage
– A theme
– Catering
– Parking
– P.A.
– Decoration
– Welcome/recep table
– Songs & music
– Emcees
– Photographers and livecasters
– Ushers

What I’ve Been Up To

October 24, 2013

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October 12, 2013

Currently of utmost importance- is the question whether Algernon became Ernest after all

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spring means- flowers carpeting around, sweaters shedding and moth sidestepping; the last of which has become rather a fixation, as i pick my way through corridors that lead to the open pantry of hot water and milk, final ingredients for a cup of tea. these moths are spaces of pebbled granite, but my appreciation for camouflage is inversely proportionate to my risk of stepping on film-thin wings and bits of body; it gets personal then. a particular moth took to hiding behind the sink tap today, so when i lifted the tap’s handle we both got a fright. it flew towards me and i backpeddled, hearing a laugh as i did so. ‘do not worry, it will not harm you’, said the german? jewish? PhD student who had been talking on the phone behind me, waiting his turn. what he does not know is sometimes, being startled is the harm.

i’ll miss the flowers when i leave.

There is a crack in everything. That is how the light gets in.

— Leonard Cohen

October 1, 2013

sitting amongst computers, one screen turned on in the midst of many, 38 minutes past ten and i am clattering away at the keyboards. funny how quickly one month can pass- where do the days go, and what do they leave behind? yesterday, taking my daily walk along green ovals and under blue spring skies, i accepted the certainty of heart-wringing seasons in the days to come, times when i am called to choose between my pride and grace, and even worse, to make the choice in the hurtful waiting, while i am alone.

hurtful- but to whom? my deceitful heart and proud self, whose deaths are victories. but oh, they go down so hard, and take so long to die.