cell phone pics

Singapore:





Study date with Lucy Bai Ye aka chilling by the man-made beach in Sentosa.

Living peacocks attempting to break into Bai Ye's car. They scattered when they saw us coming.

What I miss the most about SG - my beautiful, lovable stray, whom I dubbed Sean Paul III.

See how fluffy and cute? I loved this little guy so much. It was heartbreaking when I had to leave him behind.






Taiwan

Local delicacies in Jingmei night market. 炸三鮮, "three kinds of fried seafood" - shrimps, oysters, and squid. Yum.

Jiufen, Ruifang, Taipei County.九份。 It was super pretty but oh so crowded. I thought we'd die before we somehow manage to get down from that  tourist death-trap.

Yay panda. (Taipei Zoo, Muzha, Taipei)




Bangkok

Choc-chip brownie with whipped cream and sliced banana and chocolate sauce. Just looking at it makes you fat, doesn't it. (Emporium, Bangkok)

Wild giant swimming lizard thingy, it's real and bears a dangerous resemblance to crocodiles. (Suan Sirikit, Bangkok)

Red shirts. All over Sukhumvit-Asoke intersection. Not fun.

My beautiful baby. Licking his behind. (home, Bangkok)

NO小, forced to temporarily camp out in the back balcony when we repaved all the floor in all the bedrooms. He became fast friends with the washing machine. I kid, I kid. He hated it there and longed to go back home to his shower room.

Safely back in his shower room, fast asleep.

Red shirts, blocking off the Chidlom intersection with cars and other debris. (Chidlom, Bangkok)

Displays for Songkran festival, showing the traditional Thai way of life when people still mostly travelled by boats. (Emporium, Bangkok)

Red-shirts'-induced frustration. Everywhere was closed. Could only go to Empo. (Emporium, Bangkok)

Feeling loads better after a healthy dosage of ice cream. (Emporium, Bangkok)

NO小, being his usual lazy self. (Jimmy's room, home, Bangkok)

Just Another Day in (the now under-siege) BKK

It's Chakri Day, a public holiday today so my mom and I were planning on doing something together...

Mom: let's go to Silom, I heard the Red Shirts aren't going there after all.
Me: I just heard on the news that they arrived at Silom just now...
Mom: okay, let's go to Rama IV instead. We can go eat at that Chinese restaurant then go to Carrefour for grocery.
Me: Rama IV is one of the banned places too, meaning the Red Shirts will prolly go there too.
Mom: well then, can we go to Conrad on Wittayu Road instead. I have vouchers for afternoon tea
Me: mom... there's police all over Lumpini Park and Wittayu is waayyy too close to Suan Lum.

Me: oooh, a bomb was found in Chula earlier, luckily it didn't detonate.

Mom: oh gosh let's just stay home after all.

Mr. Francois Nars, your packaging sucks

NARS has just won the worst packaging (for makeup items) EVER in my book.

Yes, I know, some people prefer its sleek, cool, black rubber packaging, and I myself used to be one of its many supporters.

Okay, I might still love it,
if I lived in Iceland or somewhere really dry, really cold.

In Thailand's humid and extremely hot weather,
look what NARS' infamous packaging did to my hands:

The black stains are in fact, molten rubber.
Greasy, sticky. Gross.

My mom's NARS palette is covered in this gunk. Then it got onto her dressing room table, her hands, my hands (when I borrowed the palette to try to solve the gunky-hand problem), my thighs and shorts.

I had to scotch-tape the entire palette to salvage what's inside.

Don't get me wrong, I LOVE NARS products. But can't they just do something about the crap packaging?