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Tag Archives: hong kong
The Hole In My Jeans
My eagerly-awaited online purchase of a pair of J Brand jeans from revolveclothing.com has arrived in the mail. They cost more than a hundred US bucks even after a heavy sale markdown. They have been carefully paint-splattered, distressed and there … Continue reading
Dear Rockstar, This One’s About Career Choices
Dear Rockstar, Mummy writes this so when you grow up and are faced with career choices, you will have something to read. If you ever consider investment banking despite, or perhaps because of your father’s reservations, realize that even if … Continue reading
Dinner at Dot Cod
It is drizzling at 3pm and this is the number of things I have to get done before heading out the door in 3 hours, impeccably dressed for Dot Cod, the fishy dinner place in Prince Building where GlaMum could … Continue reading
Dear Aileen,
Dear Aileen, This is a note to yourself to remember to thank God for all your blessings. Here they are: 1) You are healthy. Your family is healthy. Your beautiful son is strong enough to scream for hours if you … Continue reading
Affirmation
At last! Phoebe Philo’s first sunglasses collection for Celine features one simple classic shape this season, as highlighted in yesterday’s Sunday edition of South China Morning Post’s Post Magazine. Yours truly bought the long-lost twin version by Oakley two, two … Continue reading
Three Little Words
There are three words in the English language that, when uttered by a child, can elicit a whirlwind of mixed emotions. Three words, spoken in utmost innocence, that can make every mummy’s heart skip a beat. “Mummy, what’s this?” Rockstar … Continue reading
Swim class
At 6.45am Rockstar abruptly sits up in bed. “Mummy wake up. Go outside.” He’s 90 minutes earlier than usual. “Watch news. Eat cereal.” My son has morphed into a drill sergeant over night. I could almost respond “Sir, yes Sir!” … Continue reading
Post Hoc Ergo Propter Hoc
Someday Rockstar will read this and learn his mother is an accessories whore. So maybe for Mother’s Day I’ll get a robot keychain from the Prada warehouse in Ap Lei Chau. I don’t have that dangerously expensive obsession with handbags … Continue reading
It’s my Mummy and I’ll cry if I want to
We always hurt the one we love. Rockstar is a cliché of sappy cruel love songs. “Mummy,” He says conversationally. “Mummy, mummy, mummy, mummy.” I steel myself. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” He woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. … Continue reading
Heart
Last night I hit my limit. Kings did the bedtime ritual, not me. Rockstar and I are grappling with each other. He’s getting better and he’s fighting to keep all his sickie privileges. I know, I’m supposed to be the … Continue reading