05.31.07
Posted in Main Page at 10:33 pm by Tammy
Today spent most of the day doing toile for dress7. After the 1st fitting Marge came over and gave me a big lesson. She said there is too much going on and as a result there is no focal piont. So I spent a good afternoon simplifying the dress.
Need to find the fabric one of these days, and stitcher called and said she used up all the beadings and the dress is still not finished…She made my life so much easier but she is old and rich, constantly threatens me that she is not gonna stitch for me if I complain.
By now most of the people in class have finished over half of the mini-collection. It is fun to watch because everybody’s style is so different.
I am doing floral print cocktail dresses inspired by Mexico. Mary’s doing Gothic. Jack’s inspiration comes from the punk culture. Yoyo is doing 60-70 futuristic look. Papass is doing a collection inpspired by sailors. Tess is making a very Coutour collection, May is working on eveningwears resembling ancient Roman costumes, Marge’s collection is very comtemperary and European, and Winnie is making some romantic baby doll dresses.
Everyone is working hard, still, Mark complained that we all come to school stoned everyday.
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05.29.07
Posted in Main Page at 8:41 pm by Tammy
The fish with a colorful tail died. Yesterday I finally found his body, or half a body.
He looked sick a couple of days before. I noticed his tail became badly trimmed and shrank a bit.
His fins were kind of untidy, and he was oddly quiet, hiding on the corner where the bottom feeder is. This last 2 days. Then I couldn’t find him no more. And then yesterday finally I saw his whitened body floating between stones.
Don’t know what went wrong. This is not the way I pictured him dead. I’ve always thot he would die a stuffed fish, not a sick fish. He was such an incredible eater.
But I am not sad, although as I am writing I feel a tad pity for him. But fish are generally stupid animal to keep. Like birds.
The only one recognizable left in the tank now, is what I call the “zebra fish”. Let’s see when and how he dies.
My plant that had a “flower” recently is dying too. First I thot it is dying because it just gave flowers. Sort of like a cycle. But later I found out that Gordo has been giving it water. I give it water, thinking I am the only one keeping it alive. And the cleaner and Gordo do the same way too–the poor plant is practically floating on water! No wonder its leaves are turning soft and yellow.
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05.28.07
Posted in Main Page at 11:41 pm by Tammy
Yawning….
the birth of a new american idol marks the death of my weekly expectation on t.v.
Although daily news is ok, nothing so exciting. Not that this year’s AI is so exciting, but compared to the rest of the boring programs it’s still quite ok.
Watched Marie Antoinette tonight. I’ve gotten a bit more interest in historical movies only since Fashion History class. Since then I’m pretty close when it comes to judging the era of the movie and have some idea of the historical background.
Photography is nice, but script is not impressive. Costume is good. Story is weak. That is in my opinion, god knows maybe it will win some awards someday…
Slept thru Mark’s fashion communication class today. I think I almost drooled. Mark’s voice has a hipnotizing power and the big lunch did not help.
Everyone in school thinks my new cheap blouse looks expensive, and my old expensive mini skirt looks cheap. So i guess I am making some progress…
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05.27.07
Posted in Main Page at 11:32 pm by Tammy
Saturday morning I went to Shekou for Liang’s wedding. Normally a Chinese wedding banquet is set in the evening, but this one is at 9am, but turned out it was not only weirdly skeduled, but was the most funny wedding I’ve ever been so far.
Weirdly skeduled, but in the end it fell into place–I took the 7:20 bus, arrived minutes before 9, only to find there was nobody. Then I had to walked around and came back 1 hour later.
Guests started arriving at 10, but instead of the bride and the groom awaiting at the entrance, it was the moms and dads that did the greeting. The couple arrived shortly after 10:30 with fireworks blowing at their back.
I’ve known the groom “since we were 9 or 10″. He moved around a lot and although we did not “grow up together”, every 3 or 5 years we would got in contact, just like great old friends.
Last time I saw him was 2002 during World cup. I went to his place with Mira to watch a match, and he was busy fixing food and drinks for us in his kitchen.
Then in 2006, after losing contact(like usual) for a while, out of the blue he called me again. (He can always track me down as long as he has my parent’s home number…). Here is the conversation of the last phonecall:
Liang: How r u ? Haven;t seen u in ages.
Me: Fine, by the way I got married.
Liang: What? How long since then? Why you never told me?
Me: Don’t know where the heck you are.
Liang:….
Liang: So, when u gonna get a divorce?
Me: Not too soon.
…
After a few weeks, Liang called me again:
Liang: I’ve been thinking, since I’ve got nothing specific to do around, i might wait for your divorce.
Me: It’s probably a long time.
Liang: How long, I can only wait till ur 30.
Me: mm, that’s not possible. For one thing, no divorce at 30, for another, even if shit happnens at my 30, I would only consider you at 50….
Liang: that bad?…
A couple day later, another call:
Liang:”I talked with my grandma about you, told her I regret not confessing ealier, guess what she said?”
Me:”what?”
Liang:”she said, but you don’t like her, you always said she is slim like a bamboo…”
Me:”ha ha…”
So, since 2006 we got back in contact. last month he called me again, shily:”I’m getting married.”
Me:”What? Congratulations! What a pleasant surprise.”
Liang:”hehehe,thank you..”
Me:”wait a minute, what is this thing about waiting for me?”
Liang:”hehehe… couldn’t wait no more. too long.”
Me:”So much for trusting what a man says.”
He insisted sending me the invitation card although i carefully noted down the banquet time and place. 1 day later I got this golden card with frangrance.
It was a funny funny wedding. It was not a cantonese wedding like the many I’ve been. The MC is a typical northern woman with a big voice and uncontrollable passion. The bride’s aunt made a funny speech starting with:”Today we witness the happiest day of my niece xxx and… what’s his name…”then she turned back to see the name on the curtain and read it out loud, then to make it worse, she followed with a genuine apology:”Sorry ha, I keep forgetting your name…”
“Ok, today, we witness the happiest day of my niece xxx….”"
By then Phoebe and I were having a swell time already, laughing so hard.
All and all, it was a beautiful morning wedding. It is always great to see people getting married. To see them walking down the aisle is touching. And it is a greater feeling if it happens to be your good friend and old friend.
Meanwhile the informative Elly fed us with gossips about who’s married, who’s have babies, who’s became head of a mafia group, and who’s girlfriend is from where…
My trip was short, and my promise of getting together with them for a coffee in the evening failed as I was keeping another for dining and staying with my parents.
Thinking next month i might go to Shenzhen again, just to hang out with my friends.
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05.25.07
Posted in Main Page at 10:38 pm by Tammy
Today spent an afternoon re-doing big part of dress 3. I tried hard to sew it neat, but–wow, still quite bad. The invisible zipper and the lining, together with the synthetic fabric that is the king of fraye, it’s killing me. Not to mention the heat in the room. Tossing and turning the damn thing made me sweat even more. Was all sticky until there came a brief thundestorm. Then it cleared up and after my cereal dinner it got dark and beforeI knew it it was 10pm already. It was then I decided–so much for today.
Still prefer to cut the fabric and send it over to stitcher, then happily receive the finished good after 3 days, then get to criticize their work, although may not even do half good myself. But my conscience keeps asking me, what am i there for?….
Tomorrow have to get up early for a wedding. 5 years after graduation, the guys start to get married, and this is also when the girls start the divorce procedure. mm….
I’ve never been in a morning wedding. What’s gonna be different? mm….
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05.24.07
Posted in Main Page at 10:34 pm by Tammy
This is the famous “cockroach†dress. Maybe it does not resemble cockroasch so much anymore, because I’ve altered it a bit since last time I tried on the toile.
I’ve tried 5 times to draft the sleeve, and in the end it is twisted in the way I like.So I am really proud of this sleeve.
Gordo dislikes the color combo. He thinks the orange in the middle is too loud.
Lately Mark was like:â€gal gal gal, i am starting to worry about your collection because there’s too much going on, you have prints on prints, and different cuts…I think you need to tone it down a bit…â€
I am not worried, but yes I am starting to want to puke over printed fabric and fitted dress by now.
My dress 3 is almost done with real fabric, but something is really wrong. I’ll have to re-do part of it. This seems to be my style from childhood–Do things really fast, but screw up all the time and have to re-do.
These days I am just plainly waiting for the mood to improve…
By the way i scrathed my favorite wall in the whole apt. It is a painted wall and there’ll be big trouble to get the exact paint again. I tried to paint the scrathed part with water color, but it looks like shit.
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05.20.07
Posted in Main Page at 8:13 pm by Tammy
Dalilah’s bed, food, medicine and snacks have been disposed, but I still keep her bear, her fish and her bee. They have her smell–puppy smell and little powdery, very sweet.
Still missing her terribly. I imagined her at every corner of the apartment and when I was walking outside I could see her smell the grass at my feet.
Put her sweet pic on top of the piano. She does not even get to complain about how terribly I play.
She’s with us the shortest amount of time, yet by far the cutest and dearest. I wish to forget her very soon so there is no pain, but its not fair for her to be loved so much, then forgotten. Besides, the visual image is not easy to forget.
So difficult…
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05.19.07
Posted in Main Page at 12:24 pm by Tammy
Dear little Dalilah,
This morning Doctor Su called me and told me that last night you had a nervous breakdown, and you screamed in pain. You are so weak you cannot even stand up anymore. He told me the best way to end your agony is to put you to sleep, because you will never be able to jump around like a little deer anymore.
Dalilah please forgive us that we can not be there to see you for the last time, because neither of us could bear to see you leave in front of us. You’ve got very weak new parents. I hope Doctor Su tucked you like I did when he put you to sleep.
We have included you in lots of our family plans. It’s a pity you don’t get to go to the park with us;you don’t get to finish the new home tour and jump around; you don’t get to sit by us and watch a great movie together. You miss a lot of toys that you will be dragging along and shaking them around.
We have loved you the moment we saw you and we knew that you are the special one. We know you will grow up a good dog. You will be very attached to us. You are a tiny one but you will be fearless.
By now you are probably in your sleep. May you have nice dreams, our little princess. We had lots of joy when you are around, although it was so terribly brief.
I still remember your eyes when you looked at me. They were shining like stars in the dark of the night. I don’t know what for, that you had to suffer what you suffered, and we had to lose you after we see all the promises of a good dog in you. Maybe things just happened, but it does not need to make sense.
Please rest in peace, with lots of our love.
This is a page in memory of Dalilah, our special little princess:
http://www.delgadaygordo.com/PhotoAlbums/Dalila/DalilaFrame.htm
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05.18.07
Posted in Main Page at 11:53 pm by Tammy
When I was a teenager I used to listen to a song by my favorite Chinese singer Chiyi. There is a question raised in the song–Hapiness is when you have something to care about, or when you are completely care- free? (Excuse my bad translation, I’m out of college for a big while…)
The question has been in my head all these years, and I tend to believe that there is more happiness if one has less to care about. (Coming to think of it, this can be a perfect excuse for my keeping the minimum list of friends and relatives that I have contact with, instead of being accused as a bit anti-social…)
The thing is, I accidentally went against my own philosophy and caused myself a lot of pain.
As if I didn’t have enough to worry I had to buy a dog. Now she’s become something I care about and to make it worse, she is very sick.
Again last night we had to rush to the city to send her to “ICU”. We couldn’t just put her down because although she’s weak, there was still some sparks in her eyes and we had to give her a last chance.
Not sure if we were really helping her, or just prolonging her miserable life on earth.
There is much less drama in life than we think–Just because she met us and we gave her medical care she would eventually recover and not die in the pet store a week before? Or just because we wouldn’t give her up she would miraculously come back to life? Or just because we both strangely care so much about her it would make any difference? Just because we chose to have faith, then things would work out to reward us? I don;t think so. It’s not a movie.
Most of the time things just happen without any purpose.
But still, I really really hope she’ll make it, althoug I am not so sure anymore.
If one has to add a drama to this, it will just be from here since, I will never, never have a dog anymore.
And one more step towards my belief of less care, more happiness.
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05.17.07
Posted in Main Page at 6:04 pm by Tammy
I might not be writing this name soon, cause I’m not sure if she will be around long.
For the past week or so, she’s been back and forth in the hospital. Yesterday when we picked her up from her second hospitalization term, she was ok for a while. Towards the evening her spirit got down and all she did was sleep.
She slept the whole evening and night and the next day, refusing any food. Today when I got back I forced some brown sugar water onto her. She licked the sweet juice but eventually threw up.
The tiny thing is so fragile. Her immune system is so weak it couldn’t help her through her sickness.
Doc said she’s probably gonna have to be on IV all the time. Once she is off, she won’t live.
We are still watching her.If it’s the case she’s just like a vegatable dog.
Tomorrow if she’s still not well, we will have to give her lethal injection and let her sleep quietly forever. Can’t see the poor thing suffer more.
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