I met with one of the ladies, M,  from W********* for D******* P******* last week, and she was hands down one of the sweetest persons I have ever met in my life! I highly suspect plants secrete huge amounts of pheromones, because I have yet to meet a cross or disagreeable florist!

While M is doing up a tentative quotation based on my very bare and unimaginative requirements, I thought I’d share some floral arrangements that I really like.


One can never go wrong with pale colours. I like how the dark anemone centres and blueberry like bits provide some contrast.


This has equal amounts of foliage and pales which I approve of. I like exposed stems, they embody the “looks effortless but took a lot of effort to assemble” idea and gives the impression that you just spontaneously plucked a bunch of wild flowers from your backyard.


Baby’s breath is a staple for rustic themed weddings nowadays, which is why I didn’t opt for them. I like them in small quantities – in a huge bunch they just look like a giant cauliflower.

So during my tête-à-tête with the lovely lady M, she expanded my horizon to beyond roses and sunflowers, and since this is an educational space, I shall share my newfound knowledge as well.


This leaf is awesomely named dusty miller. They looked so good I was sure they were artificial! It’s a nice departure from the usual deep greens like hydrangeas and bells of Ireland.


This is the ranunculus flower, and ridonculous name aside, it is breathtakingly beautiful and comes in many different colours! It is a good alternative for overplayed roses.

I profess to having found a new favourite florist (despite not having actually bought anything from M yet), and that makes me guilty for abandoning the equally sweet uncle J. 😦



Note to self: Apply for licensing to play music at reception venue

We were watching Deadpool when A commented that recent films have been featuring retro music instead of puke inducing songs like Love Me Like You Do, and we thought that would be a great theme for our w songs playlist! It is also a nod to A’s growing up years in the 70s and 80s, a characteristic that is probably shared with 80% of our guest list.

Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton (1981): This was the opening number for Deadpool, the lyrics go like this, “just touch my cheek before you leave me.” Seems highly inappropriate but I don’t think anyone will notice.

Calendar Girl by Neil Sedaka (1961): Also in Deadpool, it is about a prepubescent boy obsessed with the girls in his calendar pin ups. Certainly not a healthy obsession, but that sounds like A!

You Are So Beautiful by Joe Cocker (1974): Finally a song with decent lyrics, this was originally recorded by Billy Preston and made popular by Joe Cocker.

Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (1984): Another classic love song, and hey, the first female on the list! This song is absolutely corny, but I like it.

4 songs down, 36 more to go! I will update periodically as the list grows.


It has been two weeks since we confirmed our reception date, it sounds like a good time to see where we are at now in terms of planning.

Reception Venue and Related

  • Venue
  • Cake
  • Invitation Cards
  • Favours
  • Decorations


  • Gown
  • Shoes
  • Make Up

Chinese Things

  • Dowry, Betrothal and Bed Package
  • Cakes
  • 四点金
  • Miscellaneous


  • Photography
  • Car Rental
  • Floral Arrangements
  • Miscellaneous

Note: I have also struck off items that are still in discussion with the vendor.

Not bad for two weeks worth of work. The rest of the items should be completed within the next two weeks, which means it really only takes a month to plan a w! Whoever said it cannot be done?



One good habit that every lady should inculcate is recording down her menstrual cycle. Being able to predict when your next cycle is going to be is crucial in preventing embarrassing situations. A cycle starts on the day your period comes, and ends on the day before your next period. That is, if you started spotting on 1 January, and then again on 1 February, you have a 28 days cycle with 1 January being the 1st day. Easy enough, right?

I had some time just now,  so I compiled my periodic activities (geddit?) from May 2015 till now. Without further ado, I present to you:

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Which really is just an infographic of my spotting days:


Red represents, well, I’m sure you know what red represents.

Anyway, based on the above chart, you can see that my cycle was at a moderate level of 28ish days from May to August 2015, then from September till December 2015, it shot up to 32ish days. Anything above 30 is pretty rare for me, and I attribute it to the renovation activities that went on throughout the fourth quarter of last year.

Starting from January this year, my period has reverted to its 28ish days cycle, which is sort of good news as it means my bodily functions have returned to normal, but as I extrapolated the data further into the year, I realised something absolutely terrible:


This post will come to an abrupt end as I’m heading out to buy pineapples now.

Effortless Effort

This conversation transpired when I asked A to look through the portfolios of some Make Up Artists:

A: She looks like she’s not wearing any make up!

Me: That’s how it’s supposed to look like! It’s natural make up, it’s the in thing now!

A: Why would you pay to look like you’re not wearing any make up?!

Me: You know how some people look like they just left home looking effortlessly good, but the fact is they spent 2 hours to achieve the effortless look?

A: What?!

Me: It’s like you want to tell people you don’t care about how you look, but the truth is it took more effort to achieve that look, than to just do a regular grooming.

A: …

Most human behaviours are lost on A.

Internet Anonymity

For privacy’s sake, I prefer to remain as anonymous as possible on the internet, and by virtue of inclusion, on this WordPress space.

I believe that digital footprints are next to impossible to eradicate totally. We are living in a world where cyber crimes are steadily on the rise; anyone with the right tools and convictions can easily build up a portfolio of you and use that information for less than virtuous reasons. Every site you surf, every search you make, every byte of data you transfer over the vast and still largely untapped and unknown world wide web can very well be meticulously documented and analysed by someone at this very moment!

I deplore the younger generation’s need to post every damn thing on social media, and I implore them to explore the notion of “less is more”.

That being said, I acknowledge that the occasional stray reader may want to put a face to the writer behind these trivial drivel; to assuage my fears of being the next target of a Nigerian scam or a scapegoat of a cyber heist, my sister has ingeniously suggested that I simply omit the unique points of reference that may be used for any sort of identification.

Hence, I present to you a lovely photo of A and me:


Cornelius and Zira


A belated introduction is in order. The resident writer is Zira of course, and her husband Cornelius (or more commonly known as A). They met on a planet not unlike this one; a year and a half later they were married à la treadmill fashion at the R of M, complete with tacky decorations, a clinicesque queue system, automated sliding doors, a stolid Justice of the Peace and set vows: Singapore’s efficiency at its best.

(The above is by no means a lament at the seemingly lacklustre unification of the two protagonists, but an honest appreciation for the considerably convenient process for which the government has provisioned, tailored specially for couples who simply want to get hitched. At a mere S$26 and with very few red tapes to cut through, getting married in Singapore is in fact one of the most fuss-free experiences one may enjoy!)

Alas, the couple’s dreams of “getting it over and done with” were short lived, and under the tremendous pressure of society’s hackneyed expectations of how a proper marriage should be ushered in, they now have to plan a minimalist minimal w in under 128 days.

For all intents and purposes, Cornelius and Zira consider themselves married and thus refer to each other as husband and wife; they cringe when the ill-informed address them as fiancé/fiancée, or worse, boyfriend/girlfriend.