'war and peace' sits on my table. to read or not to read? tomorrow to watch taped episodes of 'gilmore girls' at mingyao's house, and 'dogville' and other films to fill my mind and take me to higher places. i say, i really loved today cos i spent hours with mingyao sauntering about town, 'chope-ing' paragon starbucks cushions, talking about films and phones and having char siew [boy][oh the meat, the juicy burnt char siew] and looked for korean snack and got amazed at candy empire [me, not him, and i made him buy me a cadbury flake noir] - i think it's not that i want everything, it's just like, jack and jill arriving at the witch's cottage in the woods. ooh la la like that ya' know. i say, this great affection, i love. this thinking the world of each other. fits like a very luscious oscar de la renta gown and jimmy choos, The Choy and I.

here we jump to sharon. sharon and i, we gush. we gush about how apt kate moss is on the cover of vanity fair, we gush about nat. portman on that pretty issue of vogue, we gush about the hermes, the choos, the mb, the tods, the marc j. very indulgent but very necessary banter. we had a nice cosy time at liquid kitchen few days back at the corner. i say, next time we do a chomp chomp feast with ying and sammie.

on sunday we took the kids to sentosa and i got toasty [faye wong flush across the cheeks and waxy nose and beet-red shoulders] playing games on the sand. the touch rugby got me muddled up. i'm no good at rules, restrictions, which is why i prefer running in the park then in a gym. blasted threadmills make me feel mechanised.

it's a nice evening for a run, then i'll have to come back and cad my christmas cards and send them out. christmas. woohoo!

it pleases me this memory
has swollen up with age.
even time can do
good things to you.

- the shins [the weird divide]