Archive for July, 2008

Meet & Greet with The O.C. cast

Last Saturday, the girls (all of them! How impressive!) came over to mine for a, as I called it, Meet & Greet Session with The O.C. ‘mother and son’ cast – starring Kirsten and Seth (that said, Sis doesn’t even know the names of the cast so it was completely coincidental that Kirsten and Seth are named as such).

I’ve been meaning for them to meet the children and now that I’m going away, there’s no more excuse to delay the meet & greet any longer.

Kiks (yes, they’ve nicknamed Kirsten as Kiks and I suspect it’s Annabelle’s doing) was asleep most of the time the girls were there and 30 minutes before we were scheduled to leave for the next destination on our itinerary (just KTV lah. haha), they bugged me to wake Kiks up. I asked Mum to do the dirty deed and Kiks was surprisingly un-grumpy.

She greeted Pam (she can’t pronounce ‘Pamela’ properly), Belle (she loves saying ‘Annabelle!’) and Sue while she was having her dinner. She asked Mum for broccoli and Belle was exclaiming she couldn’t believe Kiks knows how to say ‘broccoli’.

Both Sis and I could see that Kiks has won a big fan in Belle, given how everything she says comes with a Belle exclamation. Sis asked me after, “Is Annabelle always like this (dramatic) or was it just that day?” I chuckled and said, “Erm yes, Belle is always like this…” Sis loves how Belle’s glasses matches her personality.

Seth was awake the whole time the girls were here so he had to do the entertaining on his sister’s behalf. They were passing him around like a baton and Belle refused to carry him at first, afraid at how small he was. Though I didn’t think he’s that small, given how fat he is actually…

Sue got her wish of biting poor Seth and Daph coo-ed and aah-ed over the boy. Bern got the most ‘quality’ time spent with Seth, given how much earlier she arrived (surprise! surprise!).

Later, the girls and I headed for KTV at Chinatown and then to Ready Set Glo at Zouk and if not for me taking the opportunity to leave the dance floor when the DJs were spinning a song that goes “We gotta G! O! Let’s go!” at 3am, I wonder what time we would really call it a night. In fact, the rest still went for ‘drinks’ at macca’s after Sue and I K.O.ed and headed home instead.




Photos stolen from Sue.

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Seth’s head spasms

more about “Seth’s head spasms“, posted with vodpod

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Play Day!

In a last bid to spend more time with my family, I headed over to my sis’ place yesterday to play with the little ones. I arrived, had lunch and all the while with Kirsten trying to get my attention when I was chatting to my sis. That little girl made me feel so loved! According to sis, she was happier than her usual cos of my presence. *triumphant grin*

Sis ‘fainted’ on the floor and asked ‘Dr Kirsten’ to treat her with her medical kit but fussy ‘Dr Kirsten’ insisted my sis to ‘faint’ on the day bed instead. Such exasperation with the doc! Seth was just happy in his little yellow rubber chair (forgot the name for it!)

We proceeded to make white milk bread (or rather my sis’ helper did) with their new breadmaker. Kirsten and I were both thoroughly intrigued and I carried her to look through the little window on the breakmaker every five minutes cos I was equally curious. The bread was so cute and round at some points that I was tempted to open the breadmaker to pat on the roundness of the bread and Sis had to warn me not to cos of the yeast. BAH!

Then Sis suddenly said the magic words, “Who wanna go swimming…” softly but somehow, Kirsten’s ears must be tuned to the magic of the word ‘swimming’ and she immediately looked up at Sis earnestly, imploring her to say the magical words again. When Sis said louder this time round, Kirsten jumped and said, “Me!” and immediately pulled me to her room, in search of her wet suit and then to the storeroom for her float.

She was so over the moon that it was really hilarious to watch. According to Sis, the poor girl hadn’t swam for nearly 6 months, since Seth came around. And we also brought Seth down for his first swim!


These are Kiks’ (the nickname my dear pals gave her. But more on that later.) “Cheese!’” expressions. She literally say ‘cheese’ out loud.

I had hardly seen Kirsten this happy – such a funny sight! At some point, that ambitious girl wanted to go without her float and I was holding her and she tried to push my hands away. I did let go and she swallowed a fair bit of chlorine (and maybe some pee too…) water. hahahaha! Sorry, evil aunt alert.

Seth took to the water surprisingly well. He made some faces in the beginning when Sis put him slowly into the float he inherited from Kirsten. The float was a gift from me when Kirsten was Seth’s age. Isn’t the sun shade hilarious?! After a while, he just got bored and plonked his head on the float while Sis pushed him around.


Who’s the duckie!

I saw this duckie towel Sis passed me and I couldn’t stop laughing for a full minute. It’s so funnnnyyyyy!!! It’s from Aussino and she told me there’s a frog one as well. I wanna buy that for Kiks too!

Sis brought Seth up for a bath first and 20 minutes later, Kiks and I followed suit. I made her wear the duckie towel and all the aunties around the pool couldn’t stop laughing when they saw her and you should see that proud face on Kiks’ face.

During dinnertime, Seth turned a little spas and started doing these jerks with his head. I’ve got it down on video. See the post above!

Matt came by after work and having not seen Kiks during the weekend, he must be damn enthu to be willing to pay that $26.30 for that bloody cab ride! He was happy to spend that bit of time playing with her and with the fresh loaf of bread, we headed home at 9pm, all ready to hit the sack.

Damn, Sis and her family is gonna move near home by the end of the year and I’m moving away to HK. :(

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Pensive.

Nobody knows if this is for good. But it could most probably be.

And it didn’t really hit home till a few nights ago when I sat alone pondering, long after Matt had fell asleep.

I thought of the people and things I’m leaving behind. And my heart got heavy.

I thought of my parents, my little niece and nephew and the thought of separation is almost heart-wrenching for me. I thought of my friends and I suddenly felt sad.

It’s true that HK’s not far away but it’s not the same when you’re not there. It’s HK for now but in the most ideal situation of my job, I (hopefully) may end up somewhere else in the world in a couple of years’ time.

Just like every one who has grown out of a friendship/relationship before, we know this will not stay the same… We tell each other seas apart will do nothing to what we already have and we know we can keep the memories we’ve all created together but how about the future we’ve yet to spend together?

When I do come back, will I not understand the private jokes that we’ve always had cos you’ve made new private jokes? If my stay overseas has changed me a little, will you still accept me for who I am?

Last night, I told Matt suddenly that I don’t think I’ve been a good enough daughter for the mum that I have. I said the things I’ve yet to do with her, the places I wanted to bring her to and I only have 12 days left… Then I started to blabbered and choked and I couldn’t hold my tears back.

And the niece and nephew I love so dearly. Will they forget their aunt? Will Kirsten still endear herself to me like she does now when I only come back occasionally in future? Will I still be the only person other than her parents she’ll allow to carry when she’s cranky?

But somehow, I still refuse to think of how hard it could be for Matt and I to be separated. A lot of couples have done it effortlessly before, why couldn’t we? As my mum said, “If Tony Leung and Carina Lau could be together for 19 years and survived all the months of separation during filming and still get married eventually, I’m sure you and Matt could do it too.” Aw.

I keep the faith that he would join me in the near future but meanwhile, we could only rely on Skype, those occasional weekends in HK or SG, trust and love.

I’ve booked my ticket and my flight is scheduled to leave in the afternoon on 5 Aug. Both my mum and Sue told me they’ve applied for half-day leave. Pam told me she’s gonna try applying as well and all while I told them they don’t have to. Cos I’ll be a blabbering mess and I’ll be utterly embarrassing.

Matt had to rearrange his work hours so he could send me off too though I would see him during the National Day weekend. I told him he didn’t have to and he insisted he wanted to. I said, “But I’ll be a mess at the airport!” and he replied, “What if I want to see that mess?” and those words touched me so deeply.

I am probably just being melodramatic but bear with me for the next few weeks. That said, it’s not to say I’m unexcited about how different my life would be in a matter of two weeks but as I was just telling Jules, there’s a lot of mixed emotions and I want to feel them all.

Excuse me while I become a blabbering mess again.

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It’s happening

Five and a half weeks ago, Angelia called me from Hong Kong, asking if I was keen to join her team at WGSN as she was looking for someone.

We’d talked about it casually for the past 6 months but I didn’t expect anything to materialise so quickly and I remember I was in the cab on the way home with Minie and Lifang after Lifang’s birthday dinner when she called.

I’m sorry to say my immediate response wasn’t me jumping for joy. I would have, if the call came three months earlier but my first thought was Matt. :/ The company, job scope and career growth are everything I could possibly dream of but funny what love can do to you sometimes.

However, in my heart, I had never said ‘no’ to the job. I know I want it and I know something can be worked out. But out of respect for Matt’s job privacy, I won’t say more on public domain for now.

This afternoon, Angelia called me from HK with the official offer. Two review assignments and two interviews with both a London editor, herself and the HK GM later, the job of Associate Editor, Retail & Events is finally officially mine.

Matt and I have bantered about the job and HK every now and then for the past couple of weeks but still, knowing that it’s really happening brings the reality to a different level altogether.

I was excited and yet equally scared at the same time. I had never really lived overseas on my own before. Unlike most Singaporeans who’ve been to HK umpteen times, I only spent a grand total of three hours there and it was mostly spent in Lane Crawford. Other than Angelia, I don’t really have friends there.

But strangely, a couple of hours earlier as I was lying in bed reading next to Matt, I started to feel this intense sense of realness and excitement rising. “Oh! It is really happening! Let’s do this!”

Separation’s gonna be a real bitch but to look on the bright side, the future will also be really exciting and maybe, my long-time dream of being a nomad may just come true. So come 5 Aug, it’ll be “Hi HK! :)” and “Bye SG. :(“

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Tony! You married the wrong woman!

That should be me next to Tony instead… Sue, photoshop my pic to replace Carina’s can??

Aw, look at that face. He’s all of 46 but still so boyish and youthful. Carina’s one lucky woman to have Tony (and that 12-carat Cartier engagement ring).

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Free gift with purchase

I’ve just finished reading the book Free Gift With Purchase, My Improbable Career in Magazines and Makeup. Written by Jean Godfrey-June, the beauty director of Lucky magazine, it’s witty and hilarious and the first book I had read from beginning till end within the span of less than one week in a long time. 

The book follows Jean’s stay at Elle and then eventually Lucky. My favourite parts of the book, other than her interesting beauty tips (“Any two random lipsticks you’ve ever bought – any – when combined, will always be flattering, no matter what your skin tone.”), are her descriptions of working in both magazines.

The latter, as any Lucky fan would imagine, is as how the readers perceive it to be. Everyone gets along with everyone (although I’m still sure there will be a few who don’t) and how they want to make the magazine as relative as possible. Nothing too high fashion and fantasy-like. It’s all about your best girl pal sharing with you the best fashion tips she has.

Meanwhile, Elle was a lot more dishy. The international creative director and photographer Gilles Bensimon, though Jean never named him outright, was a diva and playboy as rumours have it. It’s all a power play and as we’d all imagined, they and Vogue are arch rivals. And most of the staff there, no matter how loved you were, got fired eventually.

And now that I’ve read about current fashion director Nina Garcia’s recent departure from Elle, it was true that it’s a power play from the two current big wigs at the magazine too!

Maybe it’s just my interest in beauty writing and fascination with the American publishing houses and publications, Free Gift With Purchase really offered an insight!

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A Ritzy weekend

A couple of weeks ago, Matt suggested we go on a weekend getaway at a local hotel and told me to find one of my liking. His only criteria is that the hotel must have yummy breakie (how was I supposed to know that right?! Anyhow, he was happy with the breakie spread). I love my boutique hotels and was contemplating the relatively new Naumi but when I checked out the prices, it was $300 a night, compared to the weekend packages that Ritz Carlton has to offer at $350 and above.

Matt and I decided on the relax package which, at $380, entitles us to breakie for two and 45-min massages for two. A really good deal, as a night there normally cost at least $500 (then again, it did come up to that, after adding service charge and tax). And to sweeten the package, there were fireworks right outside our window as well – thanks to the National Day parade rehearsal.

When the masseuses came by our room at 7pm, the rugby match that Matt was watching on Australia Network was halfway through and he wanted to watch it during the massage, much to my chagrin. There were also sporadic fireworks during that short time and with the massage, rugby match and fireworks, I’ll have to say Matt was pretty much in bliss. It would have been perfect for me if the TV was off but ah well, boys will be boys.

Matt likes how well-maintained the iron was (yes, that boy irons everything that he wears before he heads out) and that the bathtub comes complete with a cushion for the head. Very thoughtful. I like the powerful hairdryer and how generous the hotel is with towels. Four of every kind! Even the bathrobes. I love my fresh towels. However, there was only one pair of bedroom slippers! Aren’t there supposed to be two?


Other than heading out to grab food, we pretty much cooped ourselves up in the room, just lounging, chatting, reading, channel-surfing and taking as many as three milk baths. The view was just magnetic. We sat on the couch next to the window, reading. But I ended up staring out half the time. I was brushing my teeth in the morning, looking out of the window in the bathroom and thinking, “If only I can brush my teeth to this view every morning.”

Nice.

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Maybe i could be Nigella Lawson

Just maybe……

I’ve always knew that cooking is not my forte but last Friday had restored the confidence I had during my home economics classes… I wasn’t an A student but I was an above average B, which was good enough for me and my undomesticated ways.

I bought everything by 3pm and rested for a bit and made sure that Bern (the self-acclaimed culinary god) would be online till dinnertime so in any case, I could immediately check with her online.

I started preparing at 6pm. Mum was instructed not to touch the pots and pans, she could only help me with washing. Even the food preparation was done by me. It’s meant to be me making the dinner anyway so it’d better really just be me!

6:15pm: Matt texted to say he’s packing up the clinic and leaving soon. GASP! And I went into panic mode.
6:45pm: I kept thinking he’s gonna be home anytime soon and kept glancing at the door. And I started going, “Mum! Is this ok!”, “Mum! Do you think it’s enough?!” and etc.
7pm: How! I’m still cooking the prawns! I haven’t even touched the steaks yet!
7:15pm: Ok, steaks all done and recipe said steaks should be consumed after having sat for 10 minutes. It’s been 10 minutes and where is that boy!?
7:20pm: Ah! He’s home but he’s on the phone with his family. It’s been 15 minutes since the steaks were done! Is it gonna get too cooked and cold now?!
7:25pm: Matt tucked into the steak as I looked on in trepidation. It’s been 20 minutes!

And he announced that it was really good! I was incredulous and tried my steak for myself. Oh yah! It was pretty good! *GRINS*

The seafood dish was not too bad too! Dad even stole a couple of scallops even though he had eaten. And I cooked a portion for Mum too and she was happy with her dinner. *GRIN AGAIN*

Matt said there’s no reason I’m not cooking in future. He said he could sit back and relax from now on and it was the biggest compliment. However… I’ve to admit my salad dressing was a bit funky… :( But that said, the strawberry smoothie I made was yums! (Note to self: always follow a negative statement with a positive one.)

10pm: We both didn’t feel too good (I was worried it was my food though I didn’t wonder out loud. I checked with Mum – she was ok!) so we took a nap.
11pm: I booked tickets to The Dark Knight earlier in the afternoon and was supposed to get up for the movie but we decided to forgo the $21 and went back to sleep instead. :( I was still worried it was my food.
2:30am: Matt got up to go to the toilet. I was afraid he was gonna barf or have diarrhoea! I was feeling ok by then. It was just tiredness. Just then, received a text from Sue asking me if Matt has a tummyache from my dinner. O_O
2:40am: Matt returned from the bathroom. I asked him whether he had a tummyache, he laughed and said no. He was just brushing his teeth. And he was ok too, just tired as well. Phew…
2:45am: Replied to Sue and told her how well I fared.

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Why does it always rain on me

I was prepared for grocery shopping in a typical neighbourhood supermarket, filled with fight-or-die aunties. I put on my headphones and tuned out into my own world. I got my trolley, with shopping list in hand and embarked on the task ahead.

I couldn’t believe the amount of vegetables I needed:

  • English spinach leaves (can’t find English, could only manage local! Do I really need to be this specific?!)
  • Iceberg lettuce (I kept staring at what I wrote and I was like “iceberg lettuce?! Wtf is that!” and I saw the sign saying ‘Iceberg Lettuces’ in a basket and I was happy. I found what I needed, I’m not gonna question what it means.)
  • Raspberries (CAN’T FIND IN NTUC! UGH!)
  • Sage leaves (have no idea how it looks like and after making several rounds in the fresh produce areas, just can’t find! Damnnit)
  • Rib-eye cut beef (None of the signs say ‘rib-eye’ so I asked the lady behind the counter and she said cube roll cut is the same. But but, cube roll sounds so… unsophisticated…)
  • Prawns (I was staring at the tiger prawns, white prawns and grey prawns. Ok, grey ones are out. Shit, tiger or white… White is fatter and more expensive. Should be better then! So I got the white ones.)
  • Scallops (why are they all frozen! Isn’t there fresh scallops?! Damn, I got a frozen pack anyway. S$16! Bah.)
  • Mango (There were only five mangoes left and four were green and the only yellow-orange one was bruised as hell. Ugh! Didn’t get it in the end)

You see, if anything goes wrong later, you know I could easily blame any of the above factors. Wahahaha!

And after an hour in the supermarket and more than a hundred bucks later, I just realised I forgot carrots!!! Tian ah! 

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