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doragon bebi

In kindred,love on February 7, 2012 by carinasuyin

Our little one is a traveller even before he’s arrived! We found out I was pregnant in November after coming back from a conference in Orlando, Florida; what I thought was jet lag turned out to be a positive pregnancy test. Then we went for a 10-day holiday to Kerala, India in December, back home to Petaling Jaya for Chinese New Year in January and just last weekend to one of our favourite cities – Bangkok. Lots of fresh seafood and plenty of walking!

So far, this little baby loves spicy food but not fast food and sweets – he’s got his daddy’s tastebuds. It has been an easy first trimester with just mild nausea and the occasional fatigue. It’s amazing how you start caring for this person growing within you so much that his welfare come before yours and your thoughts go automatically to him in your daily decisions…

Just a little embryo at seven weeks

Side profile looking like Charlie Brown 🙂



extraordinary alchemy

In love on November 20, 2011 by carinasuyin

“Take two human ingredients, distinct and separate, and put them together in the mixing bowl of a close relationship. Stir vigorously and apply heat – the heat of sexual desire, emotional need, conflict, intellectual exchange, the challenges of time and mundane circumstances, idealisation and inspiration – and through some extraordinary alchemy a new entity is created with its own life-force, its own intelligence and vision, and its own identity independent of and different from the two people who generated it.”
C G Jung

We made an invite card each for the wedding lunch and dinner. The card design was a word cloud of Erich Fromm’s The Art of Loving, created using Wordle.

I was really pleased with my bouquet of freesias, champagne roses & tea leaves; a little bundle of calm amidst the frenzy of the day’s activities. The florist also gave additional stalks of white freesias which Jean added to my hair at lunch.

Instead of a ring pillow, we tied our wedding bands onto a Muji faux-leather jacketed copy of The Art of Loving. The rings were made all the more precious and meaningful as they almost made Johannis habis in a dramatic moment during the church ceremony that the three of us will recall with much laughter long into the future.

Wedding Invitations: Design by John and Carina, with much thanks to Francisca for layout and Derrick for printing! / Bridal Posy: Secret Garden by Jaslyn / Wedding Bands: Timoku Titanium Rings by Edward Mirell / Photographer: Alwin Lim of Lightedpixels Photography

As the earlier gown didn’t work out, I was really relieved to find a lovely lace dress at the very last minute. No white/beige shoes or gold jewelry for me, I knew I had to have a pair of bright red shoes and a double-looped string of black pearls to go with my black and grey titanium ring.

Made a boutonniere for John with felt and buttons in lieu of the usual flower corsage. John was the envy of many male guests as he wore a very comfortable pair of sneakers with bright red soles and looked well slack with a loose skinny tie from 77th Street 🙂

The girls looked lovely in a sea of green, turquoise and blue dresses of their own.

Wedding Dress and Veil: Silhouette The Atelier / Carina’s Shoes: Aldo / Carina’s Accessories: Chomel / John’s Apparel: CYC The Custom Shop / John’s Sneakers: Adidas / Makeup and Hair: Jean Aw

With Mama and Atah in the London Cab en route to church.

We got Fr. Richards’ consent to play Here Comes the Sun by George Harrison (from The Beatles’ 1969 album Abbey Road) and Across the Universe by The Beatles; a cover by Rufus Wainwright (US edition bonus track in 2002 album Poses), as our processional and recessional songs, respectively… wee! We also had the awesome guys and girls from The Graduate Singers as our choristers who sang a moving rendition of Eric Whitacre’s This Marriage.

Supra painstakingly assembled my buku tulis-inspired wedding mass booklets and we gave away little packets of raisins as wedding favours.

Lunch immediately after the wedding ceremony in the morning was a sumptuous one with family and relatives who came from near and far. It was awesome to see everyone enjoying the contemporary Chinese dishes. We had a good chuckle with the super long meal blessing by Fr. Kamil and speeches from John’s mom and Atah.

After a short rest in the afternoon, it was time for dinner! The long table setup and cosy ambience was a nice surprise for our guests as they mingled over canapĂ©s and drinks. We had set out to select a non-hotel venue and was really pleased when we found Chalk – many thanks to Lauren, Marcus and their excellent crew!

Evie, Pohf, Lish and Guon did a splendid job arranging the plant favours, placemats and guest seating.

The placemats had the dinner menu printed on it and doubled up as place cards (handwritten name labels) and main course indicator (colour of placemat).

The wedding favour of assorted little plants in chinese takeout boxes labeled with respective scientific names were a hit with the guests, many whom took several pots home.

Our wedding dinner was just as we wanted it to be: an intimate and cosy gathering of friends merrymaking over great music (our very own digital mix tape), absolutely delicious food and lots of cider, wine and beer! Cheers!

Wedding Ceremony Venue: Church of the Holy Spirit, Upper Thomson Road / Wedding Lunch Venue: My Humble House, Esplanade Mall / Wedding Dinner Venue: Chalk, Old School / Carina’s Dress: Aidan Mattox / Carina’s Wrap Boots: TOMS / Plants: Far East Flora


so very magical

In love,poetry on August 30, 2011 by carinasuyin

Loved the song and its lyrics so much, I had to reproduce this post from our wedding blog:

When Adyll wrote back to confirm that The Graduate Singers will be available to sing for our wedding mass, we were more than overjoyed. We had heard the ensemble sing at John’s cousin’s wedding last year and fell in love with their beautiful harmonies. One of Adyll’s proposed song choice left me stunned when I realised that the lyrics are from one of Rumi’s wedding poems. To have a Sufi mystic’s poetry sung at our wedding… I can’t begin to describe it… *takes deep breath*

This Marriage by Eric Whitacre

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May it be sweet milk,
this marriage, like wine and halvah.
May this marriage offer fruit and shade
like the date palm.
May this marriage be full of laughter,
our every day a day in paradise.
May this marriage be a sign of compassion,
a seal of happiness here and hereafter.
May this marriage have a fair face and a good name,
an omen as welcomes the moon in a clear blue sky.
I am out of words to describe
how spirit mingles in this marriage.

Jalal al-Din Rumi, 1207-1273


everything is illuminated

In love on December 18, 2010 by carinasuyin

At so many junctures on the individual paths that we have each taken to arrive at today, we could have made that decision or been given the opportunity to walk down another road.. and that would have led to an entire different reality. We are at where we are today on our own various terms, convictions and different measures of courage. Yet, the future that we now pledge to build together is hardly one found on our solo efforts alone.

It would be so romantic to say that the series of events and acquaintances has been predetermined but it is so much more meaningful to know that this has been a journey guided and accompanied by many a loving friend; blessed by wonderful families that were quick to love and to embrace a new son, daughter, brother and sister; and made wiser by past relationships and experiences that illuminated, drained, exalted and humbled.

The fifth glass of wine lingers warmly in my veins while these beautiful emo songs make me wish I could warble it out loud… truly I tell you, this is all the reason I need to be eternally grateful and to love you more than I could ever promise.

Oh I do believe
In all the things you see
What comes is better than what came before


pad thai promise

In love on December 6, 2010 by carinasuyin

Two years ago, we went for a cooking class at Mai Kaidee. I was showing you how to stir-fry vegetables in the little wok and turned to see if you were watching, only to catch you standing there in your apron, looking at me, silly and happy.

Much later that night, as we watch the colourful characters of Soi Sukhumvit 11, under the soft pink neon lights away from the pulsating bass inside, you told me you’ll cook pad thai for me someday when you ask me to marry you. My mind was telling me maybe it’s the wine talking, but my heart had melted like palm sugar in a glass bowl on top a saucepan of boiling water…


captain wildchild and the silly switch

In kindred,love on August 15, 2009 by carinasuyin

Hanoi. Hong Kong. Taipei. Hanoi. Taipei. Hong Kong. Iran. Bali. Hong Kong. Jeju. Hong Kong. Kathmandu.

Wah. It’s been seven fierce months. I’ve never worked so hard in my life. I’ve never been more comfortable being off the social radar. I’ve never been more determined to rest, play or be lazy. I’ve never been happier just loving and being loved. I’ve never been more at peace with myself and who I’m growing into. I’ve never been more amazed.

There was a documentary I watched about people with memory loss which struck me that it’d be a death sentence to lose one’s memories or the ability to build new ones. Far worse than losing a limb, sight or speech, imagine being in a state of fugue or not being able to imagine the future. This profound consequence of being a lost or lesser person just by losing one’s narrative history left me completely floored.

Supra went home today, armed with soya bean ice cream in hand, a new haircut and defense against Seunggi-stealers. As I walked back in the afternoon drizzle enveloped in sentimental warmth, I told myself that I need to make more trips home to lepak with Atah and Mama, and call the two chikoras more often.

The hours seem to pass so slowly until the beloved blanket monster is home again. Reading, writing and waiting in the light of the genius lamp… Wicked, aight…


where my heart begins

In love,poetry on November 28, 2008 by carinasuyin

toffee eyes
sweet with intensity
wine red lips
with hints of bubblegum
and orchid
shower affections
that taste of tangerine
and feel like fireworks

mugs of coffee
two-thirds and full
fan whirring with the traffic below
our hearts speaking
awoken in warmth
a pause
let’s breathe

I am beloved
rhythm of a poem
the Lord is gracious
precious meaning
Your name is where my heart begins