Triangle

The first scene really captures your full attention.

The director brings you to the crime scene that was in place in the year 1984 at a river bank. As the camera backens to reveal the detail of the crim scene bit by bit, he instills within you the emotions felt gradually. You know that something is wrong; something bad has happened, and you want to find out if what you thought is true. Then, when you finally see it, your heart is gripped tightly at the image of a motionless 10 year old girl dressed in a scarlett coat, lying sideways.

The camera moved to show a greater angle on the scene, you will be introduced to the main character in the show - a 10 year old boy, classmate of the murdered girl - and he was standing next to the dead girl, with his hands covered in blood. You then hear his labourious breathing, and see that he looked dumbfounded.

Then as the story unfolds 25 years laters, you would discover more about the main character, his story, his relationship with the girl, and how her death had traumatised him through the years.

I really enjoyed every bit of this show. Every second of it was enticing and captivating. The director and his cast really did a fantastic job in telling the tale. There is of course a twist at the end - when the murderer was announced - albeit in a way that leaves the audience stupified.

Not forgetting the music - salute to Hayashi Yuki and all the musicians who created the heart-gripping notes and had the creativity of mixing it with angelic sounds to describe the mood of the entire show.

It's not something you want to miss watching.

Morphing

In the past, I wasn't daring enough to try new things - haircuts, dresses, food.

Guess time does add a bit of confidence into your heart and mind. Or maybe the courage comes from the heck-care attitude I've acquired recently. Well, what actually inspired me to chop off almost everything from the last style is probably the stress at work. I don't know about most people, but I do feel a significant amount of weight being lifted off my shoulders when the scissors went snip snip.

Something to concede - my heart was racing when the stylist snipped off a large lengths of hair at one go. It wasn't until I see the entire hairdo, did I become calm again. Nonetheless, I was prepared for the worse.

My Sista the Fashion Lover

The white blouse was part of her graduation gown, and after the ceremony, for a casual dinner, she just added a black cotton shorts with black stockings. Her dark yellow-greenish shoes resemble the vintage Chinese cloth shoes worn by daughters of wealthy families.

Love the style.

Symbols of Eternal Love

I attended quite a bit of wedding ceremonies from friends and relatives. They were enough for me to see a variety of bridal gowns. The ones that I really adore were inserted here.

This one reminded me of a glamorously delicious wedding cake. One not commonly used in local wedding banquets. I do love the thick cushy layers that make up most of the design of this particular dress. (The pins are not part of the design - the dress was not made to my friend's size yet so they were used to hold the dress in place... I guess it's time to face the facts my friend - you are NOT as fat as you think you were...so stop saying that you are!)

This dress was also picked by my friend. It's a simple tube dress from up-waist. After a thin strip of pale pinkish belt, the remaining of the dress was covered by speckles of roses made from satin. Thing is, it doesn't look fantastic on the hangar, but it does made my friend looked like a darling princess when it was put on her.

My friend chose to wear this dress on the day of her marriage registration. It's a very cutesy little outfit which suited her perfectly. It adds more curves to her figure, and gave her a look she never put on before until this day. I think it also gave her all the strength and courage she needs as a young bride.

May you two be blessed with all the love in this world - stay happy forever!

I attended my very first Indian wedding! Love the bridal gown - both the modern and traditional one.

The white gown comes with a small hat, with satin overflowing from the top that supposedly covers her face. Here she pushed it behind herself, so the effect can't really be seen.

The entire white outfit just feels like a vintage English dress from the Victorian days.

Their entrance was embraced by the classic magical fantasy from a young girl's imagination - the gust of dry ice breeze, the pool, and the beatiful flowered arch. It's not hard to feel their special bond as they slowly make their way through the crowd, hand in hand.

I was told that a traditional Indian wedding costume weighs tons. In addition to the masses of jewellery around her neck, wrists and fingers, gifted from family and relatives, I was appalled to learn that the bride usually could not move at all! Shocking! The bride would be in a state of slight discomfort that she would not be able to smile naturally on the big day. Women do pay a high price for beauty, I guess. All for the sake of the biggest day of her life. =)