I'm in love with a bag that doesn't exist.

Isn't this the most luscious shade of pink?

Unfortunately the Chloe Paraty in Rosewood is a much darker shade in real life.

The Chloe Elsie is a nice piece of work too. I love light-coloured bags especially pink and cream but my practical side wins every time.

Except today I succumbed to this Rebecca Minkoff satchel in Peach Nude online. I hope the real bag doesn't deviate from the pic.


Such a cool bookshelf is it not? Tho it would be a hassle to search for a particular title.

I'm the middle of selling some books to clear the clutter on my shelf. 6 hardcovers and 2 soft covers only gets me $20. Such a sad number considering that I spent more than $100 on them.

One book I can't bear to give away is this charming title, "The Elegance of The Hedgehog". Which has nothing to do with hedgehogs and makes a good read for one lazy afternoon. The story is simple but I have been tiptoeing through each page to savour the whimsical and at times, pompous prose. Read it.

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I was spending time in the Bay area with my friend when my kind neighbour called to say that Hunter was busy scarfing down the catnip she had laid out for HER cats. Of course those were not her exact words. Needless to say, I was shaking my head in embarrassment over the phone. The kind lady even offered to escort Hunter home so he won't become coyote dinner. I gratefully declined knowing the cat had a finely tuned antenna on danger and that Kelly would be home soon.

5 days and nights later, I returned home but Hunter was nowhere to be found. On an excellent hunch, Kelly and I set off for kind neighbour's house. As expected, we spotted furball near the crime scene. Kelly was nearer to him than I but when I called his name, the cat shot right past his daddy and halted next to me. My heart fluttered with pride and joy at that moment. With our contentious relationship, I did not realise he might have miss me too. Alright kitty, you are more than forgiven.
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Oh gosh, I feel so bad about the businesses badly affected by floods, the people living in those areas, people who are trapped on their way to and from work.

And since it's our own fault for clogging up the drains and the maker's fault for bringing down the torrential rains, we all need a little levity in this gloomy situation.

Rats, bugs, centipedes and even a broad-footed mole. Those are the reasons Hunter wants to go out and play. The same reasons that start the nightly ritual of a million "NO"s before I locked him in the bathroom for time out.

Tonight as I opened the door and was about to launch into a lecture when I spotted a spider on the rug. Hunter saw it too and disinterestedly gave it a few swats. Astonishing! Isn't hunting why he begs to be out every night? The spider shaken up, paused, then scurried in Hunter's direction. I think "Great, easy kill for you." Instead, the cat gingerly lifts its paws to let the spider pass. I roll my eyes and let him out. After which, he tried to sneak past me. Back to the loo he goes.

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Taking care of a pet is a thankless task.

Kelly stalks the cat every evening. The stupid thing is so focused on its prey that it will plonk its ass right in the middle of the road, remaining there when cars approach. Thank the heavens for alert drivers. Even after the car came to a complete stop, the cat refused to budge. Only after realising that the vehicle would not vanish did it grudgingly walk to the side of the road. Having witness Hunter's harrowing escape with death, Kelly now tracks the cat and goes to bed worrying that it will be killed by a fast car.

At night, its mummy has to repeatedly call for it to come home. I so wish cats knew how to use cell phones. When the cat finally decides to grace me with its presence, it also proceeds to throw up whatever meal it caught. Thankfully its poor suffering mother has well-honed reflexes that catches the vomit in napkins before it hits the floor. Even if it happened 3 times in a row. Other times, I'm not so lucky and out comes the cleaning solution and mop.

All these just for him and does he learn? No. Every night, it tries to sneak past my watch towards the door. I give warnings, shake my finger, yell and finally haul it into the bathroom for time out. Amazingly that always works. Dawn comes and the whole process begins again.

Sure, the snoring amuses me and I melt when he rests his little head on me. But mostly, it's "FEED ME. GO AWAY. I WANT TO GO OUT. ME ME ME." You can't reason with a pet. You can't make it a better animal. It is what it is. And it makes me wonder if this joy of parenting thing is overhyped.

My overactive imagination then extrapolates this to a mother-baby relationship. Perhaps it is not an accurate portrayal. I'm sure there are more amazing moments and logic can be taught as the kid grows. Yet, a human lives longer and is in a way more vulnerable. Words and emotions are absorbed and experienced more acutely. I can't tell if it's worth it.

So tell me, are we all suckers? Or have I yet to experience the miraculous joys that parenting purports to provide?

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I'm amazed at the ideas people come up with to get women to purchase rubbish products.

First Cami Secret, now the Hip-T!

It purports to cover bum cleavage, hide spare tyres,

lengthen tops and creates layers without bulk.

I say, save the money! Why would anyone wear an ugly bandage around the hips? In the first place, you shouldn't be buying tops that are too short or jeans that are too low.

Next is the Camelflage. As you can infer, it says it can prevent cameltoe.

Finally something useful? Again, you can easily prevent the painful situation by avoiding pants that are too tight and string thongs.

Haiz, these remind me of those funny Japanese inventions. Highly amusing and in one word, bo liao.
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My beloved wedding shoes now come in mini sizes for little girls and babies!

The heart tugs at the ones with bows though. They cost $100 each *whew!* Would have been kinda sweet to get a mother-daughter(future) pair otherwise.

Oh, the unbearable cuteness of them all!
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A whole myriad of emotions. The overwhelming feeling is that of sadness. It's ending.
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One Manhatten Marmalade,
One Mint Julep,
One Whiskey Sour,
One sleepy guy at home and
One purring cat.

Despite a desperate need to sleep off three strong whiskey cocktails, I felt the urge to get dirty. Rolling and steaming Ngoh Hiang, that is. I just couldn't stomach the possibility of my defrosted pork going bad. Even if it's 2am and I am inebriated.

Some long, some short.

Had a little supper at 4am. Goodnight now.
How can it be the most irritating noise a guy makes when you are trying to sleep,
But the cutest little sounds when it comes from your kid.
Or pet cat in my case. Which I think of as my kid anyway.
Eating crabs is a messy affair. Bits of meat flying all over the place, sauce splattering. What if you wanted to wear a low cut top while cracking those chilli crab claws? Relax, CamiSecret to the rescue!

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