Monday, 23 May 2011
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Who doesn't love being photographed?
I must say I'm loving all the posers out here in Kuwait.
I took the picture below at a local resto that the footballer spent many evenings at during his school days. I started off by taking a picture of the resto itself, which was followed by a conversation with the owner, who was overjoyed when I asked if I could take a picture of him. Everytime I took a picture someone from his staff would also sneak in from behind (like the guy in the blue shirt).
In return for the pictures that I agreed to email to the guy I got to sample all the sweets in the shop - which included the local sweets and some gulab jamuns even.
I took the picture below at a local resto that the footballer spent many evenings at during his school days. I started off by taking a picture of the resto itself, which was followed by a conversation with the owner, who was overjoyed when I asked if I could take a picture of him. Everytime I took a picture someone from his staff would also sneak in from behind (like the guy in the blue shirt).
In return for the pictures that I agreed to email to the guy I got to sample all the sweets in the shop - which included the local sweets and some gulab jamuns even.
Monday, 9 May 2011
Weekend log
This weekend was a short one compared to the past few weeks where we've had either a Monday or a Friday off. Of course, we get a day off this Tuesday again (as it is Buddha's birthday), which makes this the fourth '4-day' week in a row. Happy days.
This weekend was spent:
1. Getting a hair cut from a really friendly stylist at Tony & Guy
2. Shopping in Central at these cute boutique stores and the newly opened Uniqlo in the mall near my apartment.
Takeaway: Discounts do not equal savings - I always buy more than what I need and never end up using a lot of it
3. At a one year old's birthday party, with a good mix of kiddos, cupcakes, some champagne and cookies. And then putting together the birthday gift, which is going to be a book with some of the pictures I took of the kiddo and the party - figured this would be better than a toy or clothes that won't last forever.
Takeaway: Sorting through over 500 pictures to get to the 20 pictures that will be printed in the book and then arranging the pages cannot be achieved without a headache and some wine.
4. Exploring the streets of HK while I waited for the footballer to get his haircut
Takeaway: The temperature at 9am is not reflective of the temperature at 1pm. Jeans and 30 degrees C aren't the best of friends.
5. Blogging and listening to commentary on the ManU game late into Sunday night (actually Monday morning now)
Takeaway: Waking up in a few hours to get ready for work is going to be a real bitch.
This weekend was spent:
1. Getting a hair cut from a really friendly stylist at Tony & Guy
Takeaway: Aveda is no longer a favourite. Also, everytime I leave a salon I mysteriously seem to walk out either with a whole bunch of products or with the idea that I need to come back for all the treatments they offer
Takeaway: Discounts do not equal savings - I always buy more than what I need and never end up using a lot of it
3. At a one year old's birthday party, with a good mix of kiddos, cupcakes, some champagne and cookies. And then putting together the birthday gift, which is going to be a book with some of the pictures I took of the kiddo and the party - figured this would be better than a toy or clothes that won't last forever.
Takeaway: Sorting through over 500 pictures to get to the 20 pictures that will be printed in the book and then arranging the pages cannot be achieved without a headache and some wine.
4. Exploring the streets of HK while I waited for the footballer to get his haircut
Takeaway: The temperature at 9am is not reflective of the temperature at 1pm. Jeans and 30 degrees C aren't the best of friends.
5. Blogging and listening to commentary on the ManU game late into Sunday night (actually Monday morning now)
Takeaway: Waking up in a few hours to get ready for work is going to be a real bitch.
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
More than just two minutes of joy
Kinder eggs have always been entertaining only because I get to 'build' a toy. I still get my 2 mins of joy from them even though the toys aren't as nice as they used to be (they initially had miniature wooden airplanes and cars - and now all I get are plastiki things).
When we lived in Taiwan, the footballer would get me a kinder egg every Sunday morning when he went out to get breakfast. This ritual eventually led to the footballer even proposing to me with a kinder egg - and long story short, there was no need to 'build' the toy that time around but it has surely given me much more than 2 minutes of joy.
When we lived in Taiwan, the footballer would get me a kinder egg every Sunday morning when he went out to get breakfast. This ritual eventually led to the footballer even proposing to me with a kinder egg - and long story short, there was no need to 'build' the toy that time around but it has surely given me much more than 2 minutes of joy.
Sunday, 1 May 2011
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