In one of my layovers, I read in a magazine about the increasing trend of married couples working in different cities and living apart. Even those with kids. I relish the idea since it means I get to live in Singapore. It's not like Kelly and I haven't been separated by distance and time before. After seeing Kelly leave for the airport every Monday, he needs to know how it feels from my end.

I'm hardly a clingy girl. I need my space. But when Kelly was based in LA during the past weeks, I enjoyed the experience and company more than I thought I would. Now that he is back to his jetset life, we have less talk time and less experience with the little joys and upsets of daily life together. It made me realise that being together does foster a closer relationship. Which is why you sign up for marriage right?
My grievances were in paragraphs but no one likes a griper. So it ends here.
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Last week, a feral cat strolled into our property. Though kitty belongs to our neighbour, it's not neutered and has been walking around with a blood red gash on its neck for 6 months now. Once upon a time, when we thought it was a street cat, we wanted to take it to a vet but never got close enough before it would dash off. Recently, we learnt the cat is called Ferguson and belongs to a neighbour. It makes me mad that someone would ill-treat his pet this way. I thought of calling SPCA on him, but Kelly says he's an unstable eccentric old man. Who knows what he might do to Hunter or us out of spite.

Meanwhile Ferguson seems to have taken a liking to our property. We found some spray marks on walls, plants and the cat door which might have been his job. We theorised that could be one reason why Hunter refuses to use the door for weeks. One day, Ferguson walked through our gates. Hunter continued to snooze peacefully, unaware of any presence. So much for his hunting abilities. I pity Ferguson for his uncaring owner so I decided to show some love with many cat treats.

Warmed by the idea of food, Ferguson plucked up the courage to approach the house. By this time, Hunter had woken up and was hiding under the chairs. Cats are territorial. Most of the time, they don't allow another cat to trespass but instead of defending his territory, our cat was trembling in his safe spot. Meanwhile, the other cat just walked into our house. Obviously Obviously, both of them aren't going to be best friends so we had to discourage Ferguson from getting too close to the property and claim his stake. We gently shooed Ferguson out and he stood in the garden waiting for more treats.

Hunter loves us, the house and the food. So I can't understand why he didn't dare to stand up for himself. I picked Hunter up to confront Ferguson. Hunter wailed, hissed and spat at the other cat but he also wriggled violently in my arms till he broke free. Then he ran away. Useless cat. we rewarded Ferguson with more treats. Kelly reached out to feed him with his hand and the cat swiped with his claws. Blood ooze out of the slash marks. While Kelly washed the blood which continued to flow, I cleaned the wounds with anti-bacterial lotion.

When Kelly was done washing, Ferguson was still waiting for his treats. Damn cat. His persistence won him a whole bowl of food which he hungrily scoofed down. His owner doesn't feed him too??! Meanwhile, I caught Hunter and locked him in the house so both cats won't get into a physical fight. After bandaging Kelly, we spied on the cat. Ferguson ate, groomed and plonked himself contentedly in front of the house.

After a long long time, Ferguson was still sunning himself in our garden. Hunter was busy pacing the door, wanting to get out. So I let him out and see what he would do. Both cats immediately went on the defence, wailing and hissing. Then all went quiet. I peeped out of the window and saw both of them sleeping in different spots with one eye open.

Hunter, scaredy cat and useless defender. It was amusing for us to watch the whole exchange though.
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Emma Watson in Teen Vogue.
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I saw this picture on Cute Boys website. These guys are supposedly a boyband from Singapore but I don't recognise them, do you?

It seems too early in the year for reflection but I'm learning that every decision has consequences and consequences can build up into a series of unfortunate events.

I'm learning that I often disregard consequences to live in the moment. Living in the moment isn't so fun now.
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I attended 3 weddings in the 1 month I was in Singapore and met up with as many babies for the first time.

C's baby develops amazingly fast and is amazingly obedient. Was very curious and didn't cry or whine through the whole dinner.

I need some tips here. How do you take clear pictures of active kids? I avoided using flash so as not to hurt the baby's eyes. But it's so hard to take good pics even when I was using my camera's 'kids' function. You can see how hard we were trying to get little N to look at the camera.

Rach's baby is soooooooooo cute! Big big eyes and adorable face!
Lea and Faith took leave to meet up with me, so happy!! We were at Dome cafe trying to imitate the cheesy poses that wedding photographers would make couples do.

So loving hor? btw, food at Dome cafe really really sucks.

I have some photos from my Singapore trip which I want to post before tackling my Japan trip picture. Pardon the blurry photos on this one, my camera doesn't work well with night scenes. This is the city view from Orgo, the rooftop bar at Esplanade.

There are big glass cubes (with aircon!) where you can sit in comfort but you need to spend a certain amount.

XY and moi.

V enjoying her margaritas.

Looks yummy right? The drink menu was concocted by renowned Japanese mixologist, Tomoyuki Kitazoe, and boasts of using only fresh natural ingredients. We chose some unusual ones such as plum and basil but were disappointed at how bland they tasted.

Hey! A surprise find while scouring a fashion blog. Oohtique, a boutique in Singapore that sells sex toys, sexy lingerie and hosts hen nights, recently launched a fun campaign with prints of various sex positions around the city. Anyone seen them?
In LA Times today, was an article on dressing for job interviews in LA. Before this, I was unsure of how much personal style one should exhibit in interviews since the style radar is much higher here. I was already thinking nice dress with fierce shoes.

According to the article, there is no difference in interview dressing here or Singapore. Rule of thumb: When in doubt, choose a suit. One thing that stood out to me though was the need for good manicures and pedicures. Of course we shouldn't have grime under our nails but beyond that I didn't think employers would notice hands and feet much. Is it just me? Good thing I have time to grow out my ragged nails.
I have never been a big sucker for checks or Burberry but these ads change my mind. Recognise the lady in the campaign?

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