Lest I forget

Walking on the pedestrian footbridge to work, I came across a pair of familiar, dirt encrusted, dry, cracked feet sitting in a criss-cross position. He usually sits under the bridge near the Kowloon Public Library with his plastic bag of his only worldly belongings, reading a Bible with red-edged pages. Today was the first I've seen him at this particular location, a favourite amongst the homeless. Prickly eyed, I stopped a few feet past him, struggling to locate my coin purse from the depths of my HK$259 H&M handbag. I turned, withdrew the HK$5, and placed it in his little bucket. Within a moment of seconds, he had thanked me profusely ("Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!")and I was once again walking briskly to work. His words still lingering in my ears, and a warm sensation in my heart.

It was after work, I saw him standing across the zebra crossing. Hardly any cars appear on this one-way road, so ignoring the angry red man in the traffic light, I began my way across. He was a smartly-dressed kid with a cheerful smile, holding the hand of his papa, his mama smiling at the two of them as they strolled to the light. His father makes as if to continue his stroll, ignoring as I did, the red man's warning. He then pulled on his father's arm, refusing to budge, "You can't! It's a red light!". Slightly irritated, his father, who appears to also be a frequent visitor of this particular crossing, explains to him that no cars go past this route and moves forward once again. Once again, a tug on the sleeve, "You can't! It's a red light!" He starts hopping from one foot to another, adamant yet the cheery smile still on his face. By the time, I had already made my way across the black and white stripes, a smile had formed on my previously worm-out face. It had only taken less than 10 seconds.

Why do we fear being alone?

I see police cars, The Standard van, congesting in front of a restaurant with the tacky name of "Asian Pacific Restaurant". Down the road came the sirens of ambulances and the buzzing of police on motorbikes. And then there they were in their PE uniforms and brightly coloured backpacks. It was field trip day at The Grand Stage. Which coincidently is where I am supposed to be partaking in the High Table Dinner tonight at seven, the time I leave Click Clock.

Rice Krispies recipe

Courtesy of Joey Lee


3 tablespoons of butter
melt them in a pan and add about 40 marshmallows
when it's all melted
add 6 cups of rice krispee cereal
mix it
and then spread it in a pan
done

Plumbrella

Fell in love with these black Plumbrellas from Aerosoles when le bf pulled me into a Sincere late afternoon. There was a sale. We had just finished watching 最强喜事 or All's Well, Ends Well (always amused by the use of cliched proverbs in Hong Kong films titles) and were headed to the flower market (花市). Perhaps it was because we walked into the dark theater with extremely low expectations - le andy eyes read a critique that gave it a 2.5 out of 5 - we did get a few laughs out of it. And misty-eyed on my part. But that is no surprise. I digress. Anyway, these babies were on sale for HK$699 which equates to roughly US$90 and they looked and felt gorgeous. The elongated legs, the black soles, I could feel my materialistic instincts urging to purchase these Plumbrellas. Thankfully I staid put and came to my senses and just now I checked online they were only retailing for US$40-US$80 or so. 

I love browns

And Christian Louboutin campaigns.

Appearances don't count.

Or do they?

Came across this fabulous representation of prejudice on 9gag and the brain immediately procured the image of the twins, Crystal and Jade. With faces painted with makeup, the two view the world through their iris-enlarging contacts in the most curious of ways. You'd think they would be all for skinny models and doodling beautifully clad figurines but no. Crystal Renn at her largest is considered attractive (despite their rail-thin figures), Facebook - the social media which has captured the world by a storm - they do not touch, and Stewie look-a-likes escape from underneath their pens. Here I am, enjoying their company and candy-feeding habits while seven months ago I would never even dare to be alone in the same room as the two.