The lil miss fractured her leg recently in a series of unfortunate events. Well, unfortunately silly, that is.
A doctor's x-ray last Saturday recently confirmed that the injury was indeed a fracture around the joint (equivalent of the knee I suppose) on the right hind leg. LMB is now hobbling around with a rather cumbersome bandage cast on her leg and a Elizabethan collar to avoid her chewing the bandages off like a happy mummy.
How did she come about this state of affairs? Well, she had leaped merrily off the bed in pursuit of a friendly cat recently, thought she could fly and realised, with the sharp pangs that realization usually comes with, that she was sorely mistaken. By that time, the hind leg had already hit ground zero.
She is recuperating well with adequate bedrest and will be prevented from hobbling around on all 3's (which she can do pretty well) for the time being.
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Merry Christmas Lil' Miss Beanie!
Because it was fun, Beanie got a Christmas present too, a new multi-coloured rope toy that is now trailing bits all over the place. Despite not being able to extract it from the Christmas stocking it came in, when helpfully assisted, Beanie proceeded to start happily chewing away at it and it's fast turning into one of her favourite chew toys!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Spit, swallow... or leave on the table
Tatsuya is great. One of the fabulous things about it is that you get to try adventurous bits of Japanese cuisine not served in other places. Tatsuya was the place that made me love mentaiko (sea urchin), and I'm not usually an adventurous eater.
The thing is, the adventurous eats taste good. Well... sometimes.
There are moments when lines are crossed that should not be crossed. One of these was fish milk soup. Err... fish? Milk? Fish don't produce milk... or do they?
This very clear broth got us looking for the milk in fish milk for a while. Until we ate and discovered this thing that tastes like... fish brains.
Double take. It would take a lot of fish to come up with this much brains. So I thought.
Fish milk turns up in a sort of sac, which, when chew onto, break out in a creamy, cod liver oil flavoured white liquid which is just a little too rich for me.
When asked, the chef wisely said... "Eat it first, and then I'll tell you what it was."
We had many guesses - fish roe, fish brains, fish intestines...
What it actually was... fish... sperm. Ueergh.
The thing is, the adventurous eats taste good. Well... sometimes.
There are moments when lines are crossed that should not be crossed. One of these was fish milk soup. Err... fish? Milk? Fish don't produce milk... or do they?
This very clear broth got us looking for the milk in fish milk for a while. Until we ate and discovered this thing that tastes like... fish brains.
Double take. It would take a lot of fish to come up with this much brains. So I thought.
Fish milk turns up in a sort of sac, which, when chew onto, break out in a creamy, cod liver oil flavoured white liquid which is just a little too rich for me.
When asked, the chef wisely said... "Eat it first, and then I'll tell you what it was."
We had many guesses - fish roe, fish brains, fish intestines...
What it actually was... fish... sperm. Ueergh.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
The joys of hotel booties
First it was the small bottles of Neutrogena that I made lemiel pilfer from the rooms of Doubletree, and now, lemiel brings back from the Residence Inn at Marriott more small bottles that were the surefire one free gift I was bound to appreciate - small travel sized bottles of Bath & Body Works Orange Ginger body lotions, shampoos & conditioners.
In my appreciative words, "Bath and Body Works, somemore!" To think that the one hotel (not expensive) that I've never stayed in is that one hotel that has all the fabulous free stuff. The aunty in me is rearing its ugly head at the thought that hotels out there which I'm missing out on can possibly be serving up luxurious, boutique toiletries, while the Hiltons and the Sheratons that I'm putting up with are serving me commercial plonk. Unbelievable.
Clever lemiel knows that these small booty bottles sure come in handy in half-bit Parisienne hotels. And by goodness, with my kind of hotel luck, they sure will.
In my appreciative words, "Bath and Body Works, somemore!" To think that the one hotel (not expensive) that I've never stayed in is that one hotel that has all the fabulous free stuff. The aunty in me is rearing its ugly head at the thought that hotels out there which I'm missing out on can possibly be serving up luxurious, boutique toiletries, while the Hiltons and the Sheratons that I'm putting up with are serving me commercial plonk. Unbelievable.
Clever lemiel knows that these small booty bottles sure come in handy in half-bit Parisienne hotels. And by goodness, with my kind of hotel luck, they sure will.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Day Out at the Botanics
So we finally checked out the Singapore Botanic Gardens which has a cafe (Cafe Les Amis at the Botanics) which serves food to both pet owners and their pets (says the cafe - but they serve mostly water to dogs).
Wonderful day out for both dog and SLR... and led to (among the collection) this one of both KM and B looking very posed for. I am absolutely delighted to say that this is one of my biggest successes in pet and people portraiture yet. Both of them look sharp, relaxed and happy looking at the camera.
This one is for enuwy... can't wait to get both our cameras aimed at these two highly photographic personalities.
Wonderful day out for both dog and SLR... and led to (among the collection) this one of both KM and B looking very posed for. I am absolutely delighted to say that this is one of my biggest successes in pet and people portraiture yet. Both of them look sharp, relaxed and happy looking at the camera.
This one is for enuwy... can't wait to get both our cameras aimed at these two highly photographic personalities.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I miss the lil' muppet...
Term of endearment from me (obviously inherited from Laura at some point in Berkeley) - muppet.
Was just browsing through my family photos from when I was a kid and came across these sweetheart photos of my niece, then probably around 9 months old.
And had that realisation that I completely missed the litlte muppet. I'm not gonna see her again for quite a while, and this time when I'm back in town she's not gonna be there... awwww....
Was just browsing through my family photos from when I was a kid and came across these sweetheart photos of my niece, then probably around 9 months old.
And had that realisation that I completely missed the litlte muppet. I'm not gonna see her again for quite a while, and this time when I'm back in town she's not gonna be there... awwww....
For my next birthday...
For my next birthday, I want a single black candle on a Red Velvet cupcake from Hummingbird.
Probably cheapest birthday cake ever at £1.35. But we'll cut it up into many yummy pieces and share it.
Probably cheapest birthday cake ever at £1.35. But we'll cut it up into many yummy pieces and share it.
Friday, December 15, 2006
My place is people ready!
I finally have a people-ready house, with the 2nd room and bathroom all done up and ready for people. In the words of one colleague of mine who recently moved down under, "Now all we need is friends..."
I'm not maintaining an online calendar for guest lists, but drop me a mail should you be in the area and I'll be happy to put you up.
I'm not maintaining an online calendar for guest lists, but drop me a mail should you be in the area and I'll be happy to put you up.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Unique Pieces
In my previous life, I must have been a magpie of some sort. I like collecting things. Especially shiny, happy, silvery things.
I get very attached to the pieces of jewellery I buy. Each and every piece to me needs to have a story, it comes to me with history and gets entrusted to people that I care about, if not kept shiny and happy in a jewellery box at home. DWP (Devil Wears Prada) though that may be, there's a huge potential for these pieces to be like art for me - so the more unique, one of a kind and historical the better.
This piece I found while window shopping in Notting Hill. Lovely bit I fell in love with used to be a tiny remnant of a 19th century teaspoon that the maker didn't quite know what to do with until a while later. He gave up, and shaped it into a pendant, which suits this piece perfectly as a second life.
What I fell in love with on this one was the fact that you could hardly tell it used to be a spoon unless you had been there at the shop. Spoons seldom have that blank space in the middle, almost like a metal carving, and the same patterns on both sides.
It reminded me a little of Arwen's Evenstar. And so I felt it was appropriate that it's going to my very Arwen-looking friend for Christmas this year.
I get very attached to the pieces of jewellery I buy. Each and every piece to me needs to have a story, it comes to me with history and gets entrusted to people that I care about, if not kept shiny and happy in a jewellery box at home. DWP (Devil Wears Prada) though that may be, there's a huge potential for these pieces to be like art for me - so the more unique, one of a kind and historical the better.
This piece I found while window shopping in Notting Hill. Lovely bit I fell in love with used to be a tiny remnant of a 19th century teaspoon that the maker didn't quite know what to do with until a while later. He gave up, and shaped it into a pendant, which suits this piece perfectly as a second life.
What I fell in love with on this one was the fact that you could hardly tell it used to be a spoon unless you had been there at the shop. Spoons seldom have that blank space in the middle, almost like a metal carving, and the same patterns on both sides.
It reminded me a little of Arwen's Evenstar. And so I felt it was appropriate that it's going to my very Arwen-looking friend for Christmas this year.
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Edgar Allan Poe studied in UVA!
Obviously I must have been very ulu about this famous poet and author because I obviously didn't know that he studied in UVA.
Its hardly as depressing a place as suitable for Poe but like my sister in law said, it's just Poe.
Speaking of UVA, I'm also reminded of Yuteki whose parents were here and who had named his brother after the place. I'd wanted to take a University of Virginia photo for him but wasn't sure if he was reading this blog.
Its hardly as depressing a place as suitable for Poe but like my sister in law said, it's just Poe.
Speaking of UVA, I'm also reminded of Yuteki whose parents were here and who had named his brother after the place. I'd wanted to take a University of Virginia photo for him but wasn't sure if he was reading this blog.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Small white pretty flowers
This one is for enuwy. It kind of reminds me of the photos that she would take.
Picture of the Day from Virginia
Day 5 of my trip in Charlottesville, Virginia. This is from an old gas top up wayhouse in Crozet, Virginia.
I thought it was so interesting how they still pin up the prices using old metal tags and had gas pumps that still clicked when they topped up the gas in the car.
Anyway, this one is for you - you who love the clouds in my photos.
I thought it was so interesting how they still pin up the prices using old metal tags and had gas pumps that still clicked when they topped up the gas in the car.
Anyway, this one is for you - you who love the clouds in my photos.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
T = 17 months
Thessaly has reached the fun stage in her life - when she's beginning to start expressing herself (definitely expressive even without language), think for herself and start making choices.
She's surprised me so many times, from suddenly chirping, "Elmo!" to telling me with both hands that she wants to watch Sesame Street. I love it that she's gotten a sense of humour (something she's obviously born with) and has begun to crack some really mischievous jokes deliberately.
She's surprised me so many times, from suddenly chirping, "Elmo!" to telling me with both hands that she wants to watch Sesame Street. I love it that she's gotten a sense of humour (something she's obviously born with) and has begun to crack some really mischievous jokes deliberately.
It was the only fish caught that day...
As probably anyone would know, saying that I know how to fish would be akin to saying that a chicken knew how to fly. ie. both are vague attempts at simulating the movements required to perform the action, without really knowing what went into really doing it.
But there it was. I made my first cast - very much aided by dad who said, "You hold the line here like this, and toss the line in with a flicking movement of the wrist..." And so I mimicked the action as best I could and the line went in. Quite a distance. "And then we wait." said the dad. That's the boring bit.
Sceptical brother in the background going "I don't think there's any fish around there."
And so I reeled the line in thinking there wasn't much point anyway and wanted to try again (the fun is in the casting I have to tell you).
The line came in quite a ways actually, but there was a tugging on the line like a weight (I thought seaweed) at the end of it. And then the rod started to twitch. "You know what?" said dad, "I think she may have actually gotten a fish."
"What?! Like on the first try?"
I pulled a bit faster. My reeling wasn't really in a rush anyway - I felt sorry for any poor fish that may have inadvertently gotten stuck at the end of my line. The sinker broke the surface and with it, was a shiny, flipping bluegill at the end of the line.
I was afraid of the flapping, flailing fish the whole time. But somehow managed to keep it at arm's length enough to take a picture.
That was my first (and probably only time) fishing.
As you can see, I'm not into fishing (under-statement of the year). But it must have been beginner's luck - as it was the only fish caught that day.
But there it was. I made my first cast - very much aided by dad who said, "You hold the line here like this, and toss the line in with a flicking movement of the wrist..." And so I mimicked the action as best I could and the line went in. Quite a distance. "And then we wait." said the dad. That's the boring bit.
Sceptical brother in the background going "I don't think there's any fish around there."
And so I reeled the line in thinking there wasn't much point anyway and wanted to try again (the fun is in the casting I have to tell you).
The line came in quite a ways actually, but there was a tugging on the line like a weight (I thought seaweed) at the end of it. And then the rod started to twitch. "You know what?" said dad, "I think she may have actually gotten a fish."
"What?! Like on the first try?"
I pulled a bit faster. My reeling wasn't really in a rush anyway - I felt sorry for any poor fish that may have inadvertently gotten stuck at the end of my line. The sinker broke the surface and with it, was a shiny, flipping bluegill at the end of the line.
I was afraid of the flapping, flailing fish the whole time. But somehow managed to keep it at arm's length enough to take a picture.
That was my first (and probably only time) fishing.
As you can see, I'm not into fishing (under-statement of the year). But it must have been beginner's luck - as it was the only fish caught that day.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Fall and Forests
This season, cinnamon, hollies and Halloween are all the rage for Fall (aka Autumn to some peeps in the Northern Hemisphere). Bath and Body Works is cashing in on the theme of warmth, mulling spices, and pumpkins. Pumpkins are big and the smell of spices and apples are everywhere.
It's lovely. Fall is my favourite season in the year, and being immersed in it in a way that I've not been before, I completely know why.
My mum had a photo album when I was ten. On the cover was a photo print of forests during fall, with the verse (and I don't know why I remember this always - its one of those trivial things that stay in your long-term memory and wastes space there...) "One impulse from a vernal wood will teach you more of man/Of moral ages and of good than all the sages can". It was probably one of those photo albums that were made in Japan, but funny when I saw the forest today - that was what I was thinking.
The forest on the photo album looks like a picture in the next blog post I'm putting up - but this holly plant taught me something. It told me, "Grow despite, not because. And it is also saying to me, "Sometimes growing different to the background isn't a bad thing, it is in standing out that one finds oneself beautiful."
Monday, October 09, 2006
A New Home!!
Luscinia View 002
Originally uploaded by metaphoric.
Finally, after much ado and running around, I've finally laid hands on my new house!!
Half of today was spent running around to Wokingham, then to the new place to do mundane but important things like sign the lease, get the keys released (and into my grubby hands...) check into the apartment, make sure the inventory listings are correct and everything is in good working order yada yada yada.
It's not easy, this moving out and moving into a new place thing. But I'm so excited!
This marks many "first's" for me,
- First home of mine where I'm actually paying the rent with my hard-earned money and entirely able to invite my parents (imagine that!) to my home
- First time furniture which I chose, and I paid for is going to be moved in,
- First time I'm setting up my very own nest (all on my own - and you're like yeah yeah, *yawn* been there done that)
- First time I've had a dishwasher, electric stove, food processor under the sink and a garbage compactor installed in my house (I'm going to have so much fun playing with these new toys...)
- First time I'm living right next to a big 24 hour Tesco
Each time I see the house, it just looks better and better. I can't wait to move in! Actually, the funny thing is that I'm hardly going to even get much time to spend with my new house, but the year is still young (heheh). (tongue in cheek) But now I kind of know how a man with his new bride feels like (can't wait to move in).
You will probably be laughing but I had really never realized just how Cancerian I am until now. Cancerians are domestic and house-proud, but up until now, I've never had a house of my own to feel proud of.
This is a key part of me growing up. The first, and perhaps only, step that I will actually proudly take in a long ladder of self-domestication, viz.
- Buying a house (Singaporean equivalent: registering for a HDB flat)
- Moving in with a mate
- Getting married
- Having kids
- Putting kids through college
- Growing old
- Having grandkids
- Growing even more old
- Starting to count down to the final days
- and so on and so forth...
"15, there's still time for you, time to buy and time to choose - 15,
there's never a wish better than this... when you've only got 100 years to
live." - (100 years, 5 for fighting)
Sunday, October 08, 2006
In love with London, infatuated with Paris
Quite honestly, Paris is quite a skanky city, all things considered. The streets are filled with grub, not quite clean, the city has well dressed people but dirty metro stations.
Yet all things considered, there's something distinctly sexual in the energy of the city. It features fast driving, slick talking cab drivers alongside ambling couples who stop to steal a kiss on a bridge as fast cars drive by.
I wouldn't say Paris is romantic, however, unlike how it is often portrayed. Try Prague for that one. Romance somehow is too clean a notion to be associated with Paris. But sexy - oui oui. And nothing summarizes that picture quite so well as this poster, plastered all over the Metro stations in Paris.
Yet all things considered, there's something distinctly sexual in the energy of the city. It features fast driving, slick talking cab drivers alongside ambling couples who stop to steal a kiss on a bridge as fast cars drive by.
I wouldn't say Paris is romantic, however, unlike how it is often portrayed. Try Prague for that one. Romance somehow is too clean a notion to be associated with Paris. But sexy - oui oui. And nothing summarizes that picture quite so well as this poster, plastered all over the Metro stations in Paris.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
I'm Pro! I'm Pro!!!
Oh joy... To complete my life absolutely, I now have a Flickr Pro account for a year!!! This must be the happiest birthday of my life!
Check out the side panel (in my joy I did the geeky thing and took a screen capture) :-)
And what's more amazing, Flickr's interface is so marvelous, they automatically returned all the photos that they had took out after the 200 photo limit. I was expecting to have to re-upload them and now they're magically, amazingly back!!
Cheers to a 2GB upload limit, unlimited folders and original image size storage!! Thank you thank you You!
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