Month: July 2009
All I need is an apron
Wore my funky new dress from the Hansel pop up store. Except I had on bright purple tights and my pretty sparkly ballerina flats from Topshop.
I love how big the skirt is and the workmanship is fabulous. It’s definitely worth every cent I paid!
Do go check out the store; it’s closing on Sunday. It’s amazing how everything is put together using cardboard – sheer genius! Even if you are not in the mood to spend, you have to pop by to marvel at the artistry of it.
Why didn’t we think of that?
This wedding procession is just too funny for words – I love it! There’s so much humour and energy and laughter and love in it, and it made me wish we had thought of something as hilarious as this.
But then again, like my colleague N says, this is something only the Caucasians can pull off. Singaporeans will get shy, feel embarrassed and conscious about themselves. “Don’t want lah, I cannot dance,” would be a popular refrain.
I couldn’t help but tear while watching this video. Aww, bless them, and I hope they have a happy, happy marriage!
Happy meal #8 Cooking for one
Found myself peering into the fridge one evening, deciding what to cook for myself as husband was out gallivanting. Because I had been lazy to get myself to the supermarket – typical behaviour, really – I was left with few options. Sliced fish, prawns, fishballs, hmm. That spelt “noodles” and “soup” automatically in my mind but I wasn’t in the mood for noodles and soup.
Ah, stir-fry it is then.
Here’s the recipe – again, I am not quite the chef so everything is based on approximation and how I felt that day. Heh.
What you will need:
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* 5 prawns (deveined but keep the shells on)
* 1 small ginger, julienned
* 1 onion, roughly chopped
* 1 clove of garlic, rough chopped
* Half a cup of white wine
* 1 tbsp of olive oil
Directions:
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* Heat up the oil in a pan
* Fry the ginger and onion till fragrant, about 1-2 minutes
* Add the garlic into the pan and fry for another 1-2 minutes
* Thrown in the prawns and cook till the prawns turn pink
* Add the white wine and let it simmer for 2-3 minutes
It’s so easy to prepare and after chopping up a tomato and mixing it with feta cheese (yums!), I have a nice, balanced meal after a long day’s work.
Conversation with a cat
Every night, Mr Thick and I would spend some time in the room with Coco. Sometimes, I would sit on the floor with my laptop and type away, while she gambols and pounces and chases away.
To get her used to my voice, I would engage in a monologue even as she ignores me. At times, I would be praising her for getting the toy out of the tunnel we had constructed from plastic mesh or for scratching her nails at the post we got for her. Good girl, Coco, I would say, or, Clever girl! And then I would throw a toy out for her to chase after.
But more often than not, I would be saying,
What are you doing, kitty cat? Good girl! Are you bored? Huh? NO NO NO DON’T STEP ON MY LAPTOP! Good girl. Go chase after a toy. NO NO NO THAT’S MY NIGHTIE DO NOT BITE. Yes baby, good baby, have a poo in your litter box. Good girl! NO NO NO NOT THE LAPTOP. Go chase a toy, baby. Go. Are you sleepy yet? NO THAT’S MY MUG, GO DRINK FROM YOUR OWN BOWL. Good girl, Coco, good girl! NO DON’T PLAY WITH MY TOES!
Rinse, repeat.
Unavoidably detained by Miss Coco
If you don’t see me for the next few days, it’s because I am completely wrapped around the tiny paws of a certain Miss Coco.
She’s ours so obviously I think that she is gorgeous, gorgeous!
Her mama had died and her fairy godparents found her alone and miserable. They fed her patiently for about two weeks before taking her home. But being a household of three cats and dog, they had no space for her and by the merest of chances, she ended up at east end.
She’s only been here for two days and already we are besotted with her. As I type, I am sitting on the floor while she is dashing across the room chasing after her toys. Occasionally, the sound of my typing would catch her attention and she would stand with her two front paws on the keyboard of my MacBook and gaze intently into the screen. She also has a tendency to swipe at my toes and has taken to drinking water out of my mug. When she is tired, she lies on the floor and stretches lazily.
She’s so funny and cute and loveable and playful and hysterical.
And she is ours.
More photos here.
Melly marvellous
One evening, I came home to see this sitting in my letterbox:
It’s a present! I opened up the envelope and what greeted me was this really cute sight:
The lovely note was handwritten and illustrated by Melly. Isn’t she just amazingly talented? Of course it made me more eager to open up that bubble wrap.
Whee! They were the buntings which she had made earlier. She had made extra and kindly given them away to lucky beneficiaries like me.
And this is the new home of the buntings:
Thanks Melly! 🙂
Wonderful weekend
(Note: This was written two weeks ago, I only got around to posting it now! Image intensive.)
This weekend has been so lovely that I felt a pang of sadness when I went to bed last night.
Even though I had a bulging ankle, I was determined not to stay at home and waste the weekend away. After having a hearty (albeit salty) breakfast cooked by Mr Thick, we headed to the Asian Civilisation Museum to catch The Unguarded Moment by Steve McCurry. I love photo exhibitions – they are so inspiring. The pictures were printed using an Epson colour printer and I could see the wheels turning in Mr Thick’s head, planning our next printer purchase.
By the time we were done with the exhibition, it was 4.30pm. With 30 minutes to spare before The Kang Xi emperor: Treasures from the Forbidden City exhibition is opened to the public for free, we decided to hang around by the riverside and snapped some photos. 10 minutes before five, there was already a queue forming! We joined the line immediately (kiasu Singaporeans) and it was a good thing too. By the time we were done, the line had extended all the way to The Arts House.
We strolled around leisurely (not that I could have walked any quicker with that banged up ankle) and on a tipoff that there was going to be fireworks display for the NDP rehearsal, we plonked ourselves down at OverEasy, a new American joint (from the guys who brought us The White Rabbit) by the river at One Fullerton.
The food was nice and the view even better. From our vantage point, we could see all the activities happening at the bay and at 8pm, almost two hours after we had sat down, the fireworks exploded in the sky! (Husband shot the fireworks, I was just happy to sip sangria and bounce up and down like an excited kid.)
Sunday was spent doing the chores – I love the feeling of a spanking clean house! – and then we headed out to the cinemas for a treat: Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. At the risk of sounding like a school girl, I have to say that I loved it! Sure, the plot was kind of silly. But I loved the robots, the action and the effects.
Ikea was our next stop – yay! We have plans to spruce up the house a bit and Ikea is definitely our budget-friendly best friend for now.
What a wonderful weekend. And I absolutely adore my husband.
Coco Avant Chanel
Which girl doesn’t lust for a piece of Chanel?
Whether it is the signature white camellia (so dear to the late Madamoiselle Chanel herself), the chic tweed skirt suit, the square bottle of No. 5 or the elaborately crafted and highly sought-after 2.55, an item from the House of Chanel is always something to be desired for many a squealing girl. After all, Mlle Chanel did change the face of fashion for women all over the world. The ubiquitous little black dress was a Chanel creation, as was the blending of masculinity in women’s wear.
But more than that, her life is intriguing, from the affairs that she had to the lies that she fabricated in order to protect her poverty-stricken past. And this is why I think Coco Avant Chanel, the movie starring Audrey Tautou, will be a very good watch.
The bonus is, of course, the casting of Tautou. I’ve loved her since Amelie and honestly, who hasn’t? Forget about her dreadful turn in The Da Vinci Code (urghs!), the gamine Tautou is a marvellous actress who is a wonderful mix of vulnerability and fierce pride.
I’m not sure when the movie will be out in local theatres but this is one biopic I will definitely catch.
A peek into east end
The sun was shining brightly one Sunday afternoon and I decided to snap some pictures of the house.
It’s not quite Real Living quality and I doubt we will ever get there because we are real people living in a home. We do have a tendency to be lazy and leave laundry lying around, that sort of thing. As I type, our entire laundry line is sitting in the space behind the sofa. Yup.
This is our dining table, which we only use when we have guests. When it’s just the two of us, we usually take our meals in front of the TV. Bad habit, tsk. But I love my dining area – we are hoping to do something with the wall behind it so that the space is not too stark. And don’t you just love fresh flowers in the house? I know I do.
I love our bedroom, it’s cosy and warm. I was initially a bit mad at Mr Thick for buying that expensive Sealy mattress but now I am glad that he did. It’s heavenly! Maybe that’s why I can’t get out of bed every morning – I tend to snooze for at least 10 minutes. Due to the lack of space, we did away with a headboard and used a decal instead, thanks to an idea borrowed from Urban Outfitters.
We have a little nook at the built-in cupboard in the living room which I have turned into a photo corner. Okay, the photos are not too current, except for the picture of us taken on our wedding day (you can see east end in the background!), which was developed by my mum. Neither Mr Thick nor I are big fans of developing photos, something which my mum cannot understand. She loves to have lots of photos lying around the house.
That’s it for now, I think the rest of the house was dreadfully messy. Till next time!
Yannisms 