Inner Solace

When I tried to translate this myself, I had to look up the word ウケ [u-ke] (must be a colloquialism). For a moment, I thought my friend was calling her husband “the submissive partner in a homosexual relationship”.

Hilarious, although still possibly contextually appropriate given that he made her broccoli on rice for lunch…

More hilarious was the translation Bing tried to offer. A “Bento UTI antagonist”? I mean, sure broccoli on rice is a bit poor, but that’s quite horrible. Really, what does Bing have against broccoli? Or my friend’s husband, for that matter.

disoriented:

caterpillarcowboy:

simplysaige:

This has been my life since starting to take piano in 6th grade..

I’d just keep barreling through it endlessly until it clicked.

Alas, adding more pedal was never a solution for me as a violinist…

Exactly this.

Also Marcus:

1. How can you practice the violin with hands separate?
2. Pedal is always an option. All I’m hearing from you is ‘wah’. Oh wait, no I’m not, because you didn’t use a pedal[1].

[1] Did you see what I did there?

(Source: spaceballs-the-url)

disoriented:

Star Wars snowflakes on my lead’s office window.

The bridesman’s and groom’s corsages.

For our friend’s wedding, I was the best man and Marcus was the bridesmaid.  I wore a dress and carried the rings and Marcus wore a suit and carried the bouquet.

Apparently, when the bouquets and corsages arrived, the wedding organisers brought the bouquets to the bride’s prep area and Marcus said “Ooh! My bouquet!” then wandered back to the groom’s prep area.

When they went to deliver the corsages in the groom’s area, they held up the one with the lily and said “This is the groom’s” and then they held up the rose and said “Uh, I guess this is Michele’s”.

Most amusing.

Successfully laced up and ready to go!

There was a lot of stealth photo taking and then running away from the bride’s prep room. There are a lot of mirrors in there and we didn’t want to photobomb shots we weren’t meant to be in.

Down by the Rock Bar at Ayana Resort.  Only had the iPhone with me (can’t conceal anything heftier on my bridesmaid’s dress) and was sponging off the photographers’ light. :P

I was knackered after running around that day, I can’t imagine how tired Sylvia was having to carry all those layers of dress and running. :(

Such a good day though. ^_^v

disoriented:

GPOYW - Maid of Honour Edition

As you may have guessed from my last post, I just got back from Bali. I was there for the wedding of my friends Sylvia and Jono. Being the strange and kooky people we are, I was Sylvia’s Maid of Honour and our friend Michele was Jono’s best Man.

Look at you, all dapper and everything. ^_^

{169} of 365.

Marcus!

travors:

(Via)

Sleep through that.

Chris? :P