A colleague recently said something that rang true, “No one ever writes about their lives.” Jo, here’s an entry for you.
And so, this entry is dedicated to something directly pertinent to my life. I heard this saying somewhere before. The only few times you get to see everyone together is at weddings or funerals which is totally true.
A primary school mate passed on when I was in year two in NUS, that’s, when I was age 20. Clifford had brain cancer and he kept the chemo sessions a secret. Understandably, I doubt this is anything I will want to tell either. It wasn’t the happiest occasion but it was a comforting sight to see everybody together sharing our favourite memories of Clifford. We had some great laughs about the stupid things we do in primary school. I caught up with a few long lost friends and even got invited to an officer’s ball.
I sincerely doubt that all of us would have caught up otherwise. I know that two of my primary school friends got together after that. There were many supper and mahjong dates that followed. Even now, I still keep in touch with them.
I like to think this is Clifford’s blessing to us.
I’ve been downloading handwriting fonts for a while but I never got round to making my own font until this year.
I found this website that makes generating your own font a very simple process: MyScriptFont.com. Basically, you download the template, fill up the alphabets and symbols, scan it in and TADAAA you get your own font.
My only grouse is that I filled in the template a little too carefully so it looks more stilted and formal. The font is perfect for making cards and notes that you can print off the computer.
Here’s how my handwriting looks like:
Here’s a sample of my handwriting of a Sony Handycam review.
So, it’s been a while since I posted but I thought here’s a story for you about how I started dancing..
I was an early starter. I remember peeking through the louvres of the school hall’s sliding doors, admiring at the dancers’… long hair. I was fascinated at possibility of having swishy long hair I can whip around. Yes, I started dance so I can keep long hair…
And so it began, the start of my Chinese Dance Thursdays.
I remember the first day at dance was a very painful experience. My mother bought me the standard uniform (of a pink leotard and short blue tights) and reminded me to listen to the teacher. I thought it would be fun. Maybe, we would even get to prance around pretending to be fairies and killing monsters.
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