Jade Towers Xmas Do-Done!

Thanks to everyone who came out for the potluck at my place. And for all our peeps overseas, wish you were there! There was a veritable mountain of Katong laksa, satay, Pam's special tomatoes, chicken wings, alcoholic jellies, chocolate cake and rojak.

They all ate like champions, but drank like..umm..pregnant mums! *sigh* There I was, poised with glass, ready to decimate my bar, which was inherited from a certain chap from Chennai. Alas, it was not to be. Has anyone looked into effects on Lindy on fertility? I'm sure there's something there :p

Ah well, we'll make that a resolution for next year. Seeya in 07!

p.s. check here for the rest of pix

Weddings and stuff

Well, the wedding date has been confirmed, and the place is gonna be in India as most of you guys know already. While the dude has been having a breeze of a time announcing it to his relatives, I'm seriously thinking if I should stop telling people, right now. While I understand that it's probably a Singaporean thing where people take two years to prepare for a one day event, I do hate the 'interrogation' I feel I have to go through.

'Why so fast?' - Hey, who's getting married?
'Tell me the truth, are you pregnant?' - Why in the world do I have to answer to you?
'Are you sure? Don't get married just because you're pregnant leh.' - Oh, suddenly you're concerned about my future, when you've never cared before?

It irks me terribly when it comes from people who I'm not close to at all. When I have no intention to tell much anyway, except a sort of obligation to announce the marriage. Arrrgh!@#!@##

How now?! Right now, if anyone asks me, i feel like telling them off for being rude.

Congrats Bee and K!

Everyone make some room under the tree for baby Zheng Xi!

Age: 6 days
Weight: 2.5kg
Likes: Lindy (I'm calling it)
Dislikes: Salsa (ofcourse)

I keep missing these swing weddings

Two hours after I clicked Submit on my last assignment for the term, I was in this vintage store on High Street after an unsuccessful shopping trip for C's Xmas present. And of course you know the classic shopper's law - the higher your determination to buy a gift for someone else, the likelier you'll end up spending money on yourself. Well, it only took me all of 15 minutes in the dressing room (the owner was probably wondering) to decide to go for this, strange as the sleeves may be. I'm recycling, I said to myself. But the first thought when I put this on, was, I'm going to wear this for Jo and Siva's wedding. Jo and Siva. What a nice ring to it. :) Happy, happy times my dearests! via a post about a vintage red swing dress I'll probably never wear, because you two just cannot wait to be wed. ;)

Love,
T.

Etiquette question: party presumptions

Here's a new one for you.

Met this chap way back in 2004 at the school swing dance club. You know how you meet 10 people and one of them you click well with from the first minute? Well, it was like that with this chap, he was friendly and open and all that. Even a little flirtation, I thought. (Actually I said something about him hitting on me, at swing club Meeting #3, which he got miffed about and I think after that, things went downhill). I see him once on the road to the supermarket, but that's it.

Until 2006. I meet him at a dance 2 weeks ago. It was a pleasant meeting - again clicked from hello. We exchange contacts (again). Last weekend we went out for drinks, had a nice time (no food-sharing, but drink sharing). And then today he calls and while setting up the appointment to meet before I go, asks what I'm doing today. I say I'm going to a party. He says he'd come along.

I feel weird. This is a party by one of the grads in my department, in her own house, a happy hour type gathering. I can count the number of times I've met this guy on my one hand. Granted, we get along well. I tried to dissuade him - oh, this is gonna be such a small party, all geographers etc. He's like, I don't mind. I don't have the wits about me (and courage) to say I'm uncomfortable with that. I tell him I'll let him know what I decide, later. I ask the hostess and she says sure, bring him along.

I call him back (alright, it was late, and I dithered because I felt so odd about it and put off making a decision). I dither some more on the phone, and tell him finally that I felt a little odd he was coming along, because I don't know him very well - and I try to soften it by saying, hey if it were at some bar I would totally ask him along - which is true. I say, look, when we meet on Tuesday you get to meet the same group that I'm going to be hanging out with. I dither some more. He gets impatient and upset and hangs up rather rudely.

So I think it's odd for someone to take it for granted that he can come to a party I'm going to (without me extending an invitation), when we've met once, officially (as opposed to having bumped into each other at swing). What do you think? Sure, lots of North Americans (he was Canadian) are straight-talkers, but wouldn't people be sensitive enough if I started dithering about it (not keep insisting on going). I have hung out with enough to know there is a brand of straight-talking that is also attached to sensitivity. Sure, it's the way I did it too, being so indecisive, but if he got all hot and bothered about this, he's taking it too personally, right?

This justifies my not bringing him to the party. I can't figure him out. Really cool on the one hand but easily breakable on the other. I'm too flustered now to put on my psychoanalysis cap. Your thoughts?