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day 9

Posted on: 13 May 2011

A photo of the item you last purchased.

Oh. I didn’t take a photo, but it was two long-stemmed red roses, with a few sprigs of baby’s breath, for mom last Sunday. Mother’s Day. One from me, one from David … at least that was the idea.

day 8

Posted on: 25 April 2011

A song to match your mood.

I can’t see the stars anymore living here
let’s go to the hills where the outlines are clear
bring on the wonder
bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

(Susan Enan, “Bring on the Wonder”)

day 7

Posted on: 23 February 2011

Your dream wedding.

The truth is, I didn’t really enjoy planning my wedding. It turned out fine, near-perfect even, but planning it was mostly a gigantic pain. I was never one of those girls who dream about their wedding day. I think it crossed my mind once, maybe twice, as a teen.

And then I was the first in my peer group to cross that threshold.

Orchids and roses. Lavender and ivory, silver and crystal. High ceilings and open spaces and natural light. Modern romantic. Laughter and love.










Anyway. A wedding is one day. Marriage is a lifetime.

day 6

Posted on: 26 January 2011

A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

I’ve always had a soft spot for felines. They are way classy. How epic would a pet snow leopard be? Never again would strangers follow me off the bus, asking stupid questions like, “Are you sure you’re married?”

A snow leopard might prove really high maintenance, though. Maybe I should just settle for this little munchkin. Isn’t he cute?

day 5

Posted on: 23 January 2011

A photo of yourself two years ago.

New Year’s day, 2009, I believe. Doesn’t feel that long ago. Past years are starting to blur together! Is that a sign of aging?

I don’t think I’ve changed much. We joke that Asians age well … that is, until they hit sixty or seventy, after which they suddenly look ancient.

Please tell me that aging gracefully isn’t a lost art.

day 4

Posted on: 16 January 2011

Your favourite photograph of your best friend.

It’s total cheese, but of course that would be my husband. We met in November 2003, sort of, if barely speaking a few words to each other counts as a meeting. We’ve been together since July 2004, married since May 2008.

My parents gave him a ridiculously hard time for two years. But they like him now. In fact, if my mom wants to tell me something she’ll usually call him, not me.

I like to say that the forces of equilibrium are in our favour. Kevin is the visionary to my realist. I am the string to his kite.

day 3

Posted on: 30 December 2010

Your idea of the perfect first date.

Hmmm, this is tough. I prefer thinking in terms of A perfect first date … THE implies there is only one. Sometimes I’m all about semantics. Also, I like options.

Simply put, what I’m after in a date is quality conversation. We could be strolling along the seawall, or lounging at a tea house, it doesn’t really matter.

Though if you want to dazzle me, let’s throw in archery and horseback riding. (I will forever remember cantering across the mountains in Antigua, as well as spearing that balloon from across the gym in PE 10.)