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I just used the fabulous Identifont to identify the exact font used on our wedding invite. It took me through a series of 18 questions, and narrowed down the search to 7 options. Then I was able to pick the actual font from the 7 possibilities.

The world wide web didn’t stop there though. Oh, no! It did even more! Super Google came to my rescue and directed me to a site where I could download the font for free. The internet is helpful and generous!

Now we can use the same font for our Order of Service and the place name settings!

Of course, no one will even notice this except for us (and maybe our parents). But I shall nevertheless take this opportunity to bask in the temporary glow of a task well done. Thank you to all the lovely people in the world that make the internet such a great resource. Thankyou. Thankyouverymuch.

How did I ever manage without it?

1500m swim, 10km run.

Andrea and I did it as a relay. We finished, and we weren’t last! This makes me pleased and proud.

Pictures here.

Buck naked or butt naked?

This Friday Five…on Saturday…

1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week? I’m going to wait until my “memorable moment” is official. I don’t want to jinx it by saying anything too soon, mmkay?

2. What one person touched your life this week? The person that inadvertently brought SARS to Singapore has touched the lives of most lion-city dwellers this week.

3. How have you helped someone this week? I don’t know if I helped anyone or not, but I spent a lot of time on the telephone with a sympathetic ear.

4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week? Finish sorting out our picture albums. Right now, our living room is a complete mess of photos and negatives. We’re working our way through 5 years worth of photos – putting the good ones into albums, putting the crappy ones in the bin and labelling the negatives, so we’ll be able to find what we’re looking for in the future.

5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place? I’d like to be able to say something deep and meaningful about how I’m going to stop the war in Iraq, but, instead…see number 4 above. There isn’t enough room to sit on our sofa at the moment and the mess is driving me crazy. My little microcosm will be a better place when those photos are under control.

As you can probably imagine, casual conversation at work currently revolves around one topic: SARS.

Two people have now died from the disease in Singapore, and all schools and day care centres are to remain closed until April 6.

In a business meeting yesterday afternoon, a customer brushed off my welcoming greeting of a handshake, saying they preferred not to shake hands with anyone at the moment, until Singapore is SARS free. Yikes!

Every ache, pain, sneeze and cough is being overanalysed. I’ve received several company wide forwards about SARS today alone.

I don’t think the situation is really that bad. Not yet anyway. But it’s making me jumpy!

I want a big pile of sand to bury my head in. Maybe that would keep SARS away, and bring peace to Iraq.

Does anyone have any good news? Spread the joy. I think the world needs some right about now.

I sort of wish I hadn’t said I’d tell you a story about the Space Cadet picture I posted yesterday.

There’s not really much to tell. Just that, of all the parties held and attended at Ngee Ann, this is the one where I first noticed Mark. Noticed as in, “yeah, he’s a bit of alright”.

So there you go. I first fancied my future husband when he was dressed as a space cadet with big pointy silver ears.

Mark’s confession is not nearly as damning. At least I was dressed as a cat, in a little black dress with kitten ears, meowrrling a la Eartha Kitt at anyone who approached. Heh.

Nothing happened for several months after this party, but I knew who Mark was after that. Cute space cadet guy.

Attraction is a funny thing.

Hallowe’en, 1998.

Have at it, Captain Caption.

I’ll tell you a little story about this picture tomorrow.

Blogging from Baghdad: Salem Pax. A first hand account of day to day life in the Iraqi capital.

Make love, not war. But if you do, use protection. Diamond Geezer explains why.

For further light hearted relief: check out Scary Duck’s tale of his brush with Blue Peter stardom. Very, very funny. And so is Marn’s recent adventure trying to buy “thingies that eat smells“.

• Finished “The Amber Spyglass“, the last book in Philip Pullman’s Dark Materials series. I didn’t like the ending very much.
• Went all the way to Tampines to swim at SAFRA.
• Spoke to my Mum and Dad on the phone. They were watching an old home video from when I was 14. They kept laughing and telling me what 14 year old on-screen version of me was up to.
• Swam 1500m. Took me about 30min, which isn’t great, but I did swim 200m of that breaststroke, and I had to stop completely twice to adjust my cap, which kept falling off. Excuses, excuses. I just needed to prove I could finish inside 40min though, so no worries.
• Did my Singapore tax return.
• Paid bills and filed stuff. Booooooring.
• Read about Iraq and SARS in the Straits Times.
• Listened to BBC World Service news coverage pretty much non-stop. Well, it was on in the background anyway.
• Wrestled with online wedding registries. Who knew that it would be so difficult? Bah.
• Went to Macritchie Reservoir. The monkeys hissed at us. I don’t like hissing monkeys.
• Bought photo albums. We are finally going to get our pictures in order. Well, that’s the plan anyway.
• Ate a lot of meat at Marche.