No way, Jose. Because if that were really the case, I would be all sugar-coated and teeth-achingly sweet. Being with me, you could even become sweet by association. But we all know i'm not exactly sugar and spice, all things nice, no?
Affirmative.


Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree?
Walking through the depachikas, I was marveled by the sheer intensity and volume of what was being produced. Hand a Japanese chef some flour, eggs and water and you will surely be ensured of Atkins bugbears. Throw in sugar, fruit or/ and chocolate and watch him/ her create pastries and dessert beyond your wildest imagination. Joseph’s technicolour couture coat meets Chef Maestro.

The patisseries in Japan made for a real Kumbaya moment for those who can't stomach anything made with less than 2 cups of sugar.
I Oliol365 . Il Caladrino dolce . C3 . Meister Juehheim . Kihachi . Shiseido Parlour . Sebastian Oullet . Giotto . Jean Millet . Dolce Fabbriqa
Take note for these are some names you could grow to revere.
The question begs, how do the Japanese girls stay macaroon-sized?

Speaking of macaroons, didcha didcha didcha try Pierre Herme?
I DID I DID I DID!

I'm no fan of buttercream icing sandwiches but my heart skipped a beat when I saw Pierre Herme. Erm the store, not the man himself. I remember standing front of the boutique almost starstruck. Whenever I read articles about Pierre Herme, it always feels like a fashion editorial and not just any ready-to-wear fashion review but a commanding piece on haute couture. This is after all the man who made macaroons as covetable as next season's IT bag. This is one of those few moments when I don't even understand myself. I don't even like macaroons, but I just wanted to stand in Pierre Herme boutique and luxuriate in the presence of the flightier things in life.

I stared at them macarons longingly before settling for a triplet Caramel Fleur de Sel, Chocolat and Rose. I ran out of the store, unwrapped them and gamely sank myself into one, not caring if I had appeared plain obscene to the Japanese.
These macarons were light as fairy wings but alas, mum and yang had to help me out for I really couldn't stomach 3 macarons. We didn't plan for it but all three of us each preferred different flavours. Yang liked the chocolate while I regarded the caramel with affection- it took the third macaron -rose- for mum to finally decide the macaroons were worthy of hype.
Saveur Macaron-manics!


All these reminds of Lisa Loeb’s Number One Single. Am I mentioned this before? Anyway it’s a good show, thanks to killer wit and earnest desperation. You would be surprised by how normal she is. In one episode, Lisa tries to meet new people (read: score date) and she visits the driving range and library. She eventually scores a date (I mean, meets new person) and in preparation goes to Cynthia Rowley to pick out hot outfit, just like any other girl who wants to look her Friday-Night Best for her date. Erm actually maybe not so normal, she approached Cynthia Rowley HER FRIEND who handpicks a dreamy-whimsical outfit for her. Every girl needs a designer best friend.

I came across these miniature figurines at a toy shop in Wheelock Place. Look they even have a mini Isphahan!


Ain't they just the cutest icklest objections-of-no-use? While we are on the page of randomness, I like Snapple and before drinking it, I never fail to go through the little trivia written beneath its cap. Sure, you can go to the Snapple website for a complete list of facts but part of the fun is not knowing what totally-random fact Snapple has installed for you! Today's who-wants-to-be-a-millionaire trivia is Real Fact #70: No word in the English Language rhymes with 'month'.
There you go...
3 comments:
hey u have a really nice blog! and u write beautifulllyy=)
Pierre Herme! Wahhh...It's a macaron mecca for me. The Japanese sure know their sweets.
hey anonymous, thank you for stopping by.
leroy, you are spot on with that observation!
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