Archive for April 2009
Too. Hot.

Carla Bruni in signature Dior, and Princess Letizia in Spanish designer Felipe Varela.
Lost and Found
This weekend, amid sake dinners and Wanchai dog park volunteering, was one of my last busy busy moving weekends.
Lost:
Broke a bottle of Dr. Loosen Riesling on the street. The sense of loss watching it pour on concrete. I started to imagine all the things that little bottle of wine went through to reach me, only to not be fulfilled in its life goal. Yet crappy things happen which are completely out of one’s control. Le sigh.
Found:
My David Yurman bracelet. Discovered behind a chest of drawers, which my Honeys helped me move. All this time, I missed it deeply, yet did not know it was actually so close to me.
Like life?
Don’t Hate Me…
Because I am all of a sudden excited about home decorating…









Friday. Night. Sake. Club.
Friday night was legendary. The plan was to drink sake + have dinner. The reality was heavy on the sake and light on the dinner. Men started going down at 11pm. You can imagine the chaotic (but most certainly fun) mess which followed. You know what also followed? The cross-payment matrix. You knew it was coming!
In Korean Honey’s exact words:
In summary,
- 4 missing black berries
- 2 misplaced men shoes
- 1 broken high heel sandal
- few other missing cell phones
- many throw ups and broken bottles
- AND FUN TIMES:)
Like girls’ skirts?
Maureen Dowd interviews the founders of Twitter. Three witty people together makes for a really funny interview. All answers in 140 characters or less.
ME: Would Shakespeare have tweeted?
BIZ: Brevity’s the soul of wit, right?
Read the whole thing in the NYT
Blackberry Love
Was having dinner with my dad in Beijing and whined to him that my Blackberry is out of battery. Without hesitation, he took out his Blackberry battery and gave it to me. At the time, I had a working HK phone as well as a China phone, but he uses his Blackberry as his only phone. Touched.
My (little black) Chocolate Heart

Bleeeh

The Appeal of Nonprofs
What I didn’t realize when I decided, in my 30s, to break up with boyfriends I might otherwise have ended up marrying, is that while settling seems like an enormous act of resignation when you’re looking at it from the vantage point of a single person, once you take the plunge and do it, you’ll probably be relatively content. It sounds obvious now, but I didn’t fully appreciate back then that what makes for a good marriage isn’t necessarily what makes for a good romantic relationship. Once you’re married, it’s not about whom you want to go on vacation with; it’s about whom you want to run a household with. Marriage isn’t a passion-fest; it’s more like a partnership formed to run a very small, mundane, and often boring nonprofit business. And I mean this in a good way.
- Lori Gottlieb in The Atlantic, courtesy of p from bj
Dream Space

Swing in room. Puppies in bed.