wedding stuff

Monday, February 16, 2009

Perhaps I'm becoming bridezilla but I find that I don't really have anyone to obsess about my wedding with these days. My mum is still throwing fits over the no church thing, my fiance is, well, a guy, and my bridesmaids are all busier than me.

So I have decided that you, my probably-can-count-on-one-hand blog readers, will have to suffer.

First up: colour theme!!! This is a real headache. On the one hand I would love to have white and red, since it's national day and all, and it's striking, and the hotel has a lovely dramatic red theme. That also means I can have my dream bouquet of dark red roses and carnations or - *cross fingers* - calla lilies. But then it seems not very original, and also maybe a tad overkill to have so much of such a strong colour everywhere.

So then I was thinking white and a lighter colour. Orange, maybe? Yaoyao does like orange and it's quite unique. But orange is a hard colour to pull off for my poor bridesmaids, who will all have to wear orange dresses. Blue would be dreamy but Yaoyao doesn't like blue and apparently every bride and her mother goes for blue. Maybe yellow, it's bright and cheery and easier to handle in general. But imagining a yellow bouquet is very... *non-committal so-so noise*. Then there's Heffalump Purple, which can double with pink, and that could be quite cute. Hmmmm.

Ok colour aside, there's catering to consider. As the programme currently stands, albeit wobbling on shaky legs, we have to hold two wedding lunches-cum-tea-ceremonies, one at Yaoyao's place and one at mine. I'd love to get a caterer that has wedding-themed packages but the minimum is usually 100 people and we don't have that many guests for lunch. Yaoyao is dead set on a cheap caterer with a budget of $6 per head. Sigh. I suppose at a fairly reasonable $1k each lunch this is not really worth agonising over though.

Then there's photos. I don't think we can do table shots for all 40 tables, but then I feel like our guests will feel a bit cheated that there's no concrete product to take away from the wedding. Our hired photographer will probably focus on capturing "moments" and maybe we can squeeze in table shots if we're very very efficient. I wonder if our photographer will mind or if we should get a friend to take table shots - how hard can they be? Lol.

Aiyah I go think about this while I level to 80.

 posted by zyn :: 11:21 PM :: 4 Comments :: permalink


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Feedback form to 91.3 FM

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Hi,

I was listening to Hutch's programme on my way home just now, at about 11.30pm, and I was appalled at his on-air manner. When I first tuned in I heard him call a listener (I think his name was Brian) to chew him out about some feedback that Brian had given on Hutch cutting songs short. Brian said it showed disrespect for the singer. But Hutch told Brian that if Brian ever cuts off his songs halfway on his personal iTunes, then it's "hypocritical" to tell Hutch not to do the same. But there is one big difference: Hutch is on air. This is a public playlist. I absolutely agree that it is disrespectful to the singer to cut off the songs halfway. No other DJ I have heard does this as abruptly as Hutch does; the best DJs, in fact, know exactly when to blend the end of the song into another song or some conversation. This is something worth learning.

The other thing I take issue with is Hutch's attitude towards callers - it's downright offensive. Calls are answered with a brusque "Hello?" without so much as a "You're on 91.3 FM." Obviously the caller will venture another "Hello?", at which point it would be nice to say "Yes, you're on air" rather than reply with another obnoxious and obtuse "Hello?"

After enough "Hello?"s have been said, the rest of the exchange (it would be heresy to call such rude interaction a conversation) is punctuated on Hutch's end with curt and snippy syllables: "Ok", "Ok", "Yeah", "Cool".

I heard one caller ask "Can I dedicate a song?" - clearly a polite prelude to the actual dedication - only to receive the scoffing answer "Of course you can, man, it's a dedication show." Surely there is no need to be so sarcastic.

I'm writing in because I like the songs on 91.3FM, and I think it would be a waste if the listening experience was ruined by rude DJs. I hope something can be done about this.

 posted by zyn :: 12:21 AM :: 3 Comments :: permalink


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keeping it real

Monday, February 02, 2009

Judging from my last entry, it's safe to say that while I agonise over crafting my columns coherently and compellingly, I have no such compunctions when it comes to my blog.

Still, one must make the effort, if only for posterity and that certain self-loving kick that comes from reading old entries.

I had an unglam day today. Woke up early to play frisbee with xh at East Coast, then we presented our sweaty stinky selves at 1 Twenty Six for brunch. The food wasn't bad, although my favourite brunch place remains Tin Hill at Sixth Avenue, if only for the memories. And it really is quite hard to finish off four fat slices of french toast, even if they're fairly tasty. If I ever open a brunch place, my menu will offer half-servings of everything so people can pick and choose. Who really eats a mound of pancakes for breakfast without eyeing their friend's grilled sausages covetously?

While we were there a work contact walked in to the restaurant, all dolled up in designer togs with angmoh bf in tow. She waved at me and I, acutely conscious of my untidy ponytail and cellulite-displaying short denim shorts, waved sheepishly back.

Having set the au naturel tone early, I decided to do without makeup for the rest of the day. (I can't remember the last time I went out in public without makeup, apart from the gym etc, but it's been months.) I drove my dad to the airport for his flight to BKK, then had a happy domestic day shopping for cars and buying dinner home for my family. Despite my naturally high levels of insecurity, I found the anonymity afforded by dowdiness surprisingly liberating. If you don't care how you look at all, it does free you up to care about other things. But there's the obvious trade-off, of course.

 posted by zyn :: 12:04 AM :: 3 Comments :: permalink


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