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just attended an ex-colleague's wedding dinner. as she was thanking her 姑姑 on stage, i started wondering if the scene would play out the same for my niece. would i live to see her marry, to hear her thank me for being part of her life... dare i even dream at all... why not, you ask? i really don't dare to hope much, even though i know in my heart that i have hope in Christ. and i just can't explain why i feel so. why still so little faith and so much fear?

retro gasm

attended a colleague's wedding dinner and enjoyed myself thoroughly. it's really gotta do the company, i suppose? if i hadn't swapped tables, i wonder if things would be the same. how else can i explain it other than that it's really down to who's at the table? and that'd include myself. i hope the replacement gave the group better synergy or vice versa. ironically, he's much younger than me but he can click better with the older colleagues at the original table. i'm one of them older people but not as old yet.     

i should thank the colleague who's willing to let me swap. and my boss for freeing up another spot so that another colleague could swap tables (so that i felt better i wasn't the only one to swap table... lol). anyway, this whole week it's like the central theme's gotta do with retro songs. retro cos it's more related to an older person like moi. it's like i was in my element when the conversation's gotta do with songs. songs that i know, of course. 

erm. that's it, really.  

(wardrobe notes: who wore the pants better? not me :( the socks hanselfrombasel from CofC. they're kinda wide. i almost died walking in those shoes).

cleavage of sorts

i found something i could recycle for the lunar new year. here's WIW to the wedding dinner last evening. i did think of trying out the rust/fuchsia possibility i just blogged about before i went to bed. then i saw this top looking at me in one of the shelves and that did it.

there's just one thing: the top's rather short. even if i found another belt to wear it higher, i was still going to commit the cameltoe faux pas. i had in mind my brown cig pants to go with the top but i didn't have time to hunt them down. i'm not sure the cameltoe problem would be resolved with the brown pants anyways. cameltoe aside, i hated how the grey skinnies hung so low i couldn't take two strides w/o tugging at the waistband so i could stop imagining my butt crack's saying hello to the world behind me. in fact, i believe it's thanks to the wide waistband that contributed to the cameltoe problem. i faced the same problem with this outfit. if cameltoe was the result of tight-fitting clothings, then the irony is that the two pairs of skinnies are slightly big on me.

or maybe it's just me? i just should forget about low-hip bottoms since i'd yank the waistband up and cause the material to stretch over there?  

so in the end i bought a sash to tighten the skinnies and the mesh belt came off. you can see the hem of the top just about covers my crotch. not a better silhouette, i suppose, but better than showing the world cameltoe, eh?

双喜

oh dear. what am i going to wear this time?

i really like the ensemble in the centre:

^images via Beautiful inside my Mind

two of my fave vibrant colours in harmony. reminds me of the monks' robes in Tibet. i have a few garments in rust and fuchsia. am not too confident i can put something together so effortlessly. i want those shoes. even though they're not me. has anyone tried to make their own shoes? i would love to tailor these shoes to suit clumsy me. lol.

preens

we got a bunch of sporting people at the wedding dinner. there's a dance floor in the middle of the ballroom. a duo was hired to sing 'live' oldies. the aunties line-danced and some uncles danced waltzes, cha cha and rock 'n' roll with their mates. i spied much grannywear and vintage bags and shoes. lotsa preens. you can see three here in one picture.    

^the lady in the toga maxi (wearing glasses) was the star of the night to me. not counting the bride, lah. there's this lady wearing a bareback LBD, bejeweled at the end of the 'bareness'. she's quite hot lah but her face was like so fierce lor. well, i guess i have to be a man so she'd relax and smile for me. now i get why my friend always tells me to smile more.

^my outfit. bought the jumpsuit from topshop at half price and two sizes bigger. somehow it'd look better than the one in my size (uk8). i didn't wear vintage garb but my accessories are all vintage. bag is vintage celine. peeptoes from GDO. braided belt is ferragamo. i surprised myself by wearing the chunky gold necklace. i was doing black and gold from the bag to the belt. lol. the hair - i couldn't do any better. if i looked like a folk dancer from china, so be it. i don't mean it in a negative way. i remember this was how i'd looked during folk dance performances when i was a kid. minus the pink furry stuff mothers liked to use on their daughters' buns. i did the korean bun here but tied tight and high.

^thank goodness i brought along this chinoi silk jacket to ward off the chills. it's very gaudy with the gold necklace, though. well i was in competition with some trendy grannies i gotta step it up, yeah :P i think it's my first time attending a wedding dinner alone. doing movies alone is nothing. this one needed me to shift gear; there's no way out. thankfully i sat with a sociable and rather charming uncle who came with his wife, who's the bride's chinese teacher from her secondary school (did you get that??) ok, that's all for now.