Category: life and love

Keeping in touch

As I get ready to re-descend upon Toronto and start to make plans to see family and friends, I am struck by how little I

No, I’m not a rasta, and no, you cannot touch my hair.

While I love my hair, I am definitely not amused by some of the stupid (albeit innocent) questions I have gotten about my hair. I

Dating a Foreigner

One thing is certain: I like getting to know “the Other”. I like being with people different from myself, often in their interests, but particularly

Ipod = Ipood

When I went to Thailand last October, I came across a t-shirt in the markets of Bangkok that had an image of a guy with

Passport woes.

The downside to “bling, bling”, high-falutin’ international, cross-continental, nearly fanatical travel: the filling up of those sacred passport pages. In other words, my passport is

Did I mention that…

Liebling is in town? 🙂He arrived from London last Saturday and we have been tearing up Hong Kong ever since (though evidently not on any

The whole kit and kaboodle.

Me and Momma Nikita when she came to visit me in Mexico in 2007. She always comes to visit me wherever I go! I have

My run-in with the ubiquitous Fly Brother

I was reading all my favourite blogs earlier on today and came across Mr. Fly Brother’s post about his recent house-warming party-turned-virtual carnival (he was