[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
My good friend from Secondary School just went through her traditional wedding ceremony. It spanned two days - Sunday and Monday.

We, the 'sisters', had a wonderful time ragging the husband. We removed his leg hair, made him swallow wasabi marshmellows and demanded that he do a pole dance in her fluorescent green bikini. Of course, the money was not too bad too.

I was one of the emcees that night. It's appalling how people ignore what's happening around them and carry on their loud chatter, even during the wedding march. These people are usually the aunties who have garish makeup on.

That night, a party popper shot a new, expensive-looking chandelier, sending glass splinters to the floor. The photographer also knocked over a statue, which shattered into bits. In the wake of the couple who had to pay a bomb for dirtying Regent Hotel's 'expensive carpet', this was a cause for worry.

It didn't dampen the amorous bridegroom's mood. Despite guzzling down red wine and hard liquor the whole night, we couldn't tell if he was really drunk or acting drunk. He hounded us afterwards, and forced us to drink. Thankfully, I am pregnant and had immunity.

I had a wonderful time. Thank God I could still fit into my black gown. Unfortunately, by the time the next wedding comes along, I shall be quite fat. Baby is quite active nowadays. He kicks hard.

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On the bad side, some people are making me feel quite bad... asking me if I was still working or lazing around. I AM still working, just that the nature of my job allows me to take things slower. I think people are quite ridiculous if they take pride in BEING ABLE TO WORK HARD TO THE LAST WEEK OF PREGNANCY. I think they simply don't have a choice. And I have. So what's their problem?

In biblical times, Mary went to spend time with Elizabeth (better known as John the Baptist's mother) when she was pregnant. It was kind of like a pregnancy retreat for both of them. I think they were wiser in those times.

So what if I'm contented with stroking my ballooning tummy the whole day at home? I'm still earning my keep without lifting a finger. Even if I wasn't earning a cent, it's really none of anybody's business. Some people have to put others down to make themselves feel useful. Blah!

Stickbabe, now that you've vented steam on your blog, time to forget these thoughtless comments and move on... :)


stickbabe [ 11:28 PM ]