Monthly Archives: March 2008

a tan to die for

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“I AM at peace.

But if I could go back and talk to myself when I was 19, I would tell that girl not to use a solarium — that melanoma is not a small cancer that you just have cut out and you will be fine.

I may pass in another week or it could be two. If I really fight it out, I may even have six weeks left.

It’s scary, because I feel myself getting more tired, and each time I feel sleepy it worries me that I might not wake up.

So far I have lived 25 years. If I am lucky I will reach 26 because my birthday is on Saturday.

It is a short life, but I have lived it.

- CLARE OLIVER”


If you’re frequently exposed to the aussie sun, always had a secret desire to tan yourself leathery brown or if you’re a regular user of solariums, please please please regulate and stop (or slab some sunblock while you’re at it) before you regret it.

I was blog hopping today and learnt about Eugeneang’s friend & fellow uni alumni (a Media&Com melbuni student) who passed away from skin cancer cos of her regular sun-tanning & use of solariums. She passed on last year at the age of 26.

Read her letter to the heraldsun below.

http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,22293079-1243,00.html

http://www.theage.com.au/news/national/skin-cancer-claims-solariums-victim/2007/09/13/1189276855381.html

I’m no cinderella, ella ella eh eh eh.

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I’m not sure about you, but I’ve never had a soft affection for fairies and/or princesses. I never wanted a tiara, hated wearing frills and lace to much aplomb (!!) and was terribly awkward in high heels. Instead, di & i had a wardrobe full of giodarno cargo pants while we were growing up (in melbourne) and once mismatched a skirt with sports shoes while attending a musical. ‘Nuff said.

While I must say my taste and (thankfully) fashionsense have improved tremendously ever since (phew!), I still feel like a fishoutofwater whenever I have to dress up. Looking presentable is easy. But attending balls with dresscodes and well-heeled socialites is a different matter.

So when I was invited to the Icon Ball, and was told to wear a cocktail dress, I panicked. Hur hur.

OMG. I didn’t even know what a cocktail dress was supposed to look like ?!

When the day finally came, I dug out an old dress from the cupboard and brought it to work with me. And that was it.

 

 

Thankfully, the night was pretty amazing (!). God placed me besides P (from sph) who did not bat an eyelid when I ate bread using my hands! Then, we spoke about church and god and she told me about her mission trips in between cocktail and dishes! I also managed to bump into old friends like Eunice olsen- she asked how di was (gorgeous cheong sam!) and Eugenelow :)

 

And oh, I’m still hoping my fringe grows quickly. It’s starting to get really really annoying.

Have a lovely weekend everybody.

my night sky

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I’ve been blessed. : )

Despite the busyness and piling agendas, it’d be remiss of me not to take time to acknowledge the constant pick-me-ups that come along my way. I don’t keep count, but I have been grumpy and manja and tired and unreasonable (That’s 4). My jokes aren’t as funny as before (why did the chicken cross the road), my eyes hurt and my fringe is muchtooshort. Many a times, I find myself wanting to fold up and reassemble only when required. Other times, I just want to bum by the telly. I wonder what happened to fatty and jessica and HC’s love triangle (Ch55)!! But that’s another story altogether.

I feel like I’m pressed for time. Somehow. (Press here)

Which explains why I am sitting here on a Friday night thinking about things. I woke up thinking about the crazy week ahead and I woke up thinking about noodles. I like fried noodles in the morning. Still, I know that if I do not stop to think (and reflect) on the treasures I found/find, I’d lose myself somewhere somehow.

Things that (still) take my breath away:

meeting likeminded people in the oddest of places.
talking about missions with Z!
talking with G about findingfreedom.
latte
geemail chats
the night sky
the knowledge that He holds my hand and has my back(!)
losing my contact lens
champagne (?) hurhur.
paul and acts
ruth & debs

This thing with r & d is a funny thing. They don’t know it, but the oddest/most mundane silliest of conversations/sms exchanges always turn stressful days into souffles.

He knows my heart. Because I heart souffles very much.

Tired. But I am thankful that so many little surprises (good and/or bad) have been placed in my path to remind me of His love. Oh may I never fail to constantly refresh + encourage + edify.

d:

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exhaustion and busyness is sneaking its way into my bones.

today, i will steal moments and pack them into my plastic container. my plastic container has a light blue cover. yesterday, my mom packed rice and pork belly into the tupperware.

(it was not very salty.)