Monday, March 31

yellow


Would love to take more photos, but having a desk job kinda makes it difficult, unless I enjoy shooting pix of computers, photocopiers and office drones.

Still testing out foreign concepts such as aperture, shutter speed and exposure on various subjects like my sleeping dog and the flowering bush in my garden.

Thursday, March 27

keming



Subs' private joke: "Long live sk2!"

the wu man

夏夜晚风
夏夜里的晚风
吹拂着你在我怀中
你的秀发蓬松
缠绕着我随风摆动
月亮挂在星空
牵绊着你诉情哀
有你味道的风
就是我还在等待的爱
一个夏夜晚风的爱
一颗寂寞的心的爱
一个还在等待的爱
不知道怎么搞的
最近老是做这个梦
可能是我痴情
或者是我太笨
总之梦很美你也很美
只是我还在等
灯火闪着余波
随着你的呼吸移动
你说你想入梦
我的臂窝有你的梦
将你轻轻捧起
让你在我耳边细语
夏夜的风有你
就是我还在等待的爱

This song is currently transporting me back in time. (Thanks, WW, for picking it to sing last night.) Ah, gan xing ah...

Quick question: Do you see some mysterious question marks in the lyrics? My MacBook is so screwed up these days.

Another quick question: Does anyone have Cai Lizhang's Feng Le? And Xu Nansheng's Ye De Xuan Yun? Nostalgia strikes and I need some xinyao.

Monday, March 24

i love heung gong again


Someone asked me, after the trip, "Wah, Four Seasons ah! How was it?" My blase reply, "Okay lor." Even a room with a gorgeous view of the harbour, bathroom with scrumptious L'Occitane toiletries and long bath with mini TV cannot match up to the Bvlgari resort. I'm ruined for life. (Take note of the squat white rectangle building almost right smack in the middle of the photo.)


Before.


After.


The luxury brand which shall not be named -- no need to give it more publicity, it's already very well known -- wined and dined us. Even the napkins and plates were emblazoned with its name and monogram.


By the end of the four-course dinner, the poor goldfish in the flower arrangement were gasping for breath at water's the surface.


We had to take part in a luxury version of The Amazing Race. One leg of it saw us sailing on a reproduction of an antique Chinese junk while sipping cocktails and having foot massages. By the way, the winning team of 10 journos from Taiwan walked away with a huge monogram bag each (estimated eBay value at over S$5,000).


We also had to go to a temple -- the name eludes me, Mo Wan or something, we cheated and eavesdropped on another team to get there -- where an ang moh woman demonstrated the art of breaking spears with her neck, like some Shaolin monk. Very incongruous.


The last stop of the race was a private champagne room where we guzzled Krug. We were supposed to taste how well it went with foie gras and caviar and Alaskan crab, but frankly, I was too hungry by then to appreciate the nuances. Although I did notice that the light fixture was made up of bowls and plates.


Four days in Hong Kong and the only local food I had was wanton noodles. And we had to sneak off from the launch party -- with its free flow of champagne and non-filling canapes -- to get to Tsui Wah for it.


What I was in Hong Kong for. Obligatory shot of the newly-opened store.


The store is so humongous -- biggest in Asia wor, second only to the one in Paris -- that it has its own art gallery. Yes, that's Gong Li, as shot by Chow Yun Fat, as shot by me.


For the entire trip, I kept seeing this pixie-like China journo with adorable hairbands and various cute outfits. Finally, I plucked up the courage to ask for a pix of her hair. Wonder if I can carry it off. Oh, and notice that giraffe-like model in the background? She's from Slovakia and she had just turned 15 the week before. She looks double her age.


Remember that white rectangle? It's this mammoth tent built like a trunk for the gala party.


Sorry, my lurve, this is the best pix I could manage of your hero Kanye West. In my defence, I was balancing on a wobbly stool at the end of the tent in three-inch heels with Dick Lee and boyfriend jostling behind me on the same stool.


One last gratuitous shot. For more shameless shots of me and my various outfits, check out the Swirl Girls blog.

Tuesday, March 11

i love heung gong

I've been telling everyone, but in case you haven't been informed: The Swirl Girls have set up a fashion blog.

It is full of silly poses -- mostly by me -- and behind-the-scenes action of running a shop and preparing for new designs. We also have a fashion diary series, where we post what we wear daily.

There are also a detailed posts about our trip to Heung Gong, which should keep you occupied while I fly off to Heung Gong again. I will endeavour not to miss my flight this time round.