let lemons be angry

Such a happy weekend. Ah lian-ness with Dharma at Far East, hearing her gush over the fluffy hair extensionist, and "I think I can't look like the Taiwanese, but I can look like the Japanese right? Their features are more like mine right?" Treats at maxwell and accidental ktv around the corner, singing Backstreet and Britney to Viknes.

Happy yearly Christmas party with the adm-ers, the way that viscommers will do it: begins with craft session according to theme. Neon green placemats, cups, floor and wall decorations, with everyone cutting, pasting, spraying or linking. Lena was in character as art teacher, telling us, "You can make it like this, link with wire", and we used all her class craft materials: scissors, glue, stickon eyes, stars, etc.

The theme was Crazy Eyeliner and Eyelashes. Not that crazy after all. But Joys had a crazy game where we got to dress the boys up and they had to comply.

The growing family! Joy looks like a miaowing cat. Joanne is being abstract as usual. Jeff has been christened My Little Pony because of his new long hair. We need to get group photos perfect and always do it about fifteen times before we call it a day. Our measure of perfection is having everyone in the photo looking equally large and animated.

Then yesterday: RFKC gathering at Daryl's amazing rented house. Guest rooms with different themes, astounding architecture like window slats you can look out of but which can't be looked into (meaning you can shower next to this open window and look out but the angle doesn't let people look in), Daryl's entire room as a lone cube on the roof balcony, a two-metre aquarium in that room, original art everywhere, chairs from africa, jugs and tables and doors that demonstrate designer physics, a pool with a built in bench perfect for pool parties, Ryan Gigg's own jersey in a frame on the wall, no loosely-strewn belongings or the clutter that comes with daily living, so much good taste and money. I love that the house owners have all these things, and yet let kids eat ice cream on the couch, burrow their toes into their animal skin rugs, and try out their Eames chairs.

Finally, Avatar 3d at the Singapore Discovery Centre! Prices stay at $7 at the SDC even on a Sunday, and the screen is 5 storeys high. Avatar was a tad too long for 3d, and not even fantastically 3d at that. The plot was typical, like Pocahontas and Fern Gully and Lord of the Rings thrown together; white men are all mercenary and evil but one white man will fall in love with the native chief's daughter, and the earth is sacred and inherently valuable, and all tribes must unite to conquer the white man. Sigh, really? Still, it was exciting. And Avatar's land of Pandora was something of a fascination. The chief's daughter's Mongolian English accent! Her strangely emaciated but graceful body! Plants that emit a UV glow at night! Taming wild big birds! I was kept happy all the way through.