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Random Joo Chiat

I'm a bit weddinged and kittened out. Here are some photos of Joo Chiat instead.

Can you believe this is just sitting in a Joo Chiat driveway? I did a double take as we walked past and Googled my hunch once I got home - yup, I'm pretty certain it's a Ng Eng Teng work.

Another view

Peeling pillar on the five foot way

Not the best photo - I was too busy drooling in anticipation of this place's divine otah. You can get better in restaurants, but as far as cheap street-side otah is concerned I haven't tasted better. The site says it's open from 7 am to 7 pm, but they've definitely also sold us otah before at about 3 am, which is of course when it tastes the best.

If You're Smitten, Adopt A Kitten!

Seriously, people, we need to find them homes. I'm gonna pimp them a bit more right now, and if you think you know anyone who might be interested in gaining karma, increasing the cuteness levels of their daily existence and falling deeply in love, please direct them to this post!

You might have noticed from the pictures in the previous kitten post that two of them are pirate kitties. So after naming them Jack Sparrow and Davy Jones, my mother and sister went on to name the remaining two Smee and Blackbeard, but after some genital scrutiny it was concluded that Blackbeard ought to be renamed Tigerlily.

This is Smee. I think he's the second cutest after Tigerlily, but don't tell the kittens I've been ranking them like this in case it's damaging for their self-esteem.

Davy Jones is perhaps a little less photogenic than his siblings, but he's just as happy and healthy and I think his centre parting is quite sweet, like an old man with Brylcreamed hair. Or Hitler.

Jack Sparrow is so hyperactive that none of his portraits came out well, so I had to settle for some action shots instead. Here he is trying to climb the cardboard fencing we initially used to keep them enclosed, while Smee snoozes on the left.

And here he is inspecting a flowerpot for clamberability. Tigerlily looks as if she's playing with a dead palm frond, but she was actually falling asleep in that "head droop... head droop... I'M AWAKE I'M AWAKE! ...actually, no I'm not...zzz" way.

Lastly, here they all are with their long-suffering mom. You can even see Smee's little paw kneading her belly.

If you're interested, please contact me! "name of this blog" at gmail!

Fuzzballs Seeking Good Homes

My family generally tries to sterilise all the strays we can get our hands on, but Mother Cat (we call her MC for short) was heavily pregnant when she first appeared, so there wasn't much we could do. After she'd given birth she came to our driveway to get fed, but the kittens were nowhere to be seen. Until Tuesday, when in the process of watering the plants my mum spotted a ball of fur which turned out to be a soaked kitten. Careful inspection under the plants revealed four more soaked kittens.

My mum dried them off (after first trapping a stressed-out MC) and created a little den for them and MC in the corner of the garden, where they've been happily snuggled ever since. Four kittens seem healthy, but there was a rat-sized runt who was shunned by the rest, including its mother. It died yesterday.

As adorable as these darlings are, we can't keep them. If they keep living in our driveway they risk getting killed on the road outside (where we've lost 2 cats already) or wandering into neighbouring houses and getting savaged by dogs. We can't bring them into our house because we already have three housecats and more would really be pushing it. If you're interested, or know somebody who might be, post a comment and I'll contact you with further details!

Shits And Giggles

Apologies in advance - there might be rather more wedding-related content here than you'd prefer between now and September, since the preparation will be taking up a fair amount of my time these last 6 weeks. I will, however, try to keep vapid gushing about people Sharing Our Joy! to a minimum, and instead, focus on anecdotes like these:

#1: My cousin has four adorable sons, three of whom will be participating in stealing the show at our wedding mass. My mum called my cousin's wife to discuss the boys' outfits and emailed me an update, according to which our ring-bearers will be wearing "long pants and shits and waist coats".

#2: While waiting for the bus home, I started a reply to a friend's RSVP text message, intending to inform him that "Yish is considering wearing a sari to the wedding." As my bus was arriving, I continued texting without looking at the screen as I walked towards it and boarded. Once on, I took my seat, glanced at the screen in preparation to send, realized the predictive text system had inserted "rash" instead of "sari" and was beset by immediate giggles which continued bubbling up intermittently and embarrassingly throughout the long journey.

Finally Facebooked

After too many "Are you on Facebook?" questions from old friends when we met up with them recently in London, I decided that joining would be a good way to keep track of everyone and finally signed up today. I don't know my way around yet but have managed to ask Jeremy Bentham to be my friend and provide an option for people to throw sheep at me. It makes for a pleasant diversion from the struggles of wedding guestlist wrangling, trying to give a fuck about floral decorations, and the anguished screaming of ignored to-do-list items.

Oh Noes!

How can we expect anyone to come to our wedding when, on the same night, they could be at the Aaron Kwok Dancing Nation tour??!