Monday, May 19, 2008  1:28 AM
Roll back the curtains of memory now and then
Peace is a feeling that doesn't come at a whim. It could take weeks, months or even years before that feeling washes over you again like a comforting blanket and you snuggle into it not wanting to let go, until the next event breaks your tightfisted grip and you fly into a fluster trying to find it again.
It was my prayer, and it took a long time. This weekend, I'm without the polish of high fashion or the hautest new makeup, it's the geek side of me and the reconfiguration of my new iPod (I had to bid a sad farewell to the old one) and finding songs I've totally forgotten about, or failed to realise it was there. 歡樂今宵 and the 狂串樂基兒 medley have been on repeat ever since.
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Thursday, May 08, 2008 2:17 PM
Disarmingly;
It was a day of mixed emotions, I remember being reflective, sad, joyful, young and old all at the same time. The GG picnic at the park was probably the fondest memory of the day, at our secret hideout with rows and rows of endless greenery and a gorgeous horizon that literally blended into the sky. We liked thinking we were in the middle of Australian pastures, we probably were, in the idealistic parts of our minds. Just like how Bench 1B was, this shall be our new spot. Thank you for the lovingly-prepared food, the clinking of wineglasses, the ingenious bridge game idea, the endless spread of photos and running and jumping along carefree with me in garden party dresses - I felt all of seven at twenty-two. What's a birthday without tears; I don't think I've ever cried so much on my birthday since I was nine and thought no one was going to turn up at my Kidsports birthday party. I did, part of the whole reflective mood thing which culminated at the carpark in that little huddle of prayer blessings, it was probably the most touching moment that day. Thank you bo, james, debs, esther, abi and shu for being there - and of course, billy for flying from Hong Kong, that's three years in a row. The million greetings at church that morning, I don't know how everyone knew - but every single person wished me happy birthday. It was all very surreal, like it was my wedding. And my family, for the lunch with the breathtaking view and now Mark probably won't stop for years on end about my singing birthday knife. I was horrified, when the musical birthday cake came out and was presented to me, except - it wasn't the cake, it was the knife. The knife had four pre-programmed tunes to it; birthday, graduation, marriage and happy occasions. I couldn't stop laughing after, we even did a documentary on the knife which will someday appear on youtube when I get down to it. With the Kate Spade bag now comes the lovely Varinas to mark the next year. No they're not Manolos, but they're a cute start and they go into pretty dust bags at the end of each day.
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