Hues of love

To love or to be loved - which would one prefer?

I suppose the ideal picture would be a combination of both, ala Moulin Rouge - to love and to be loved - the greatest thing of all...and yet it can hurt. My early years have truly been what I always term as learning years. Now, I hope I've learnt.

In any case, SM and NG's wedding dinner was lovely - held at the Mandarin Oriental's newly done up Oriental ballroom - pretty impressive - kinda reminded me of The Shangri-La without too much of the vintage charm...I finally found an occasion for my new light pink satin F21 kimono dress together with my bronze Furla chain bag. Just need to shed a few pounds now...

And so, I've finally parted with one of my treasured Vera Wang gowns this afternoon. It's like a musical that has ended its run. It was surprisingly harder than I thought it would be. A tinge of sadness to part with the beautiful dress - yet I know it's in good hands now and a wave of even lovelier dresses will take its place from hereon...

Finally an amazing bouquet that reminded me how lovely peonies are - I might just grab a bunch tomorrow to light up what's left of my weekend...clean up my slightly dusty little vase with a dose of fresh water and beautiful peonies to add some cheer...

"What's even better than him saying i love you is knowing that for once, he actually means it."