*rubbing shoulders*
mr. chow yun fat -- the hong kong equivalent of robert deniro (old school gangster movie legend). to commemorate his rather healthy donation (the amount of which we are sworn to secrecy, or else face prosecution...) to KELY support group in partnership with kiehl's. why am i writing in sentence fragments? now something about kiehl's i don't quite understand: they are a cosmetics/skincare company who proports to be community-conscious and a supporter of the all-round wellbeing of women etc. etc. etc. while using a skeleton (affectionately called "mr.bones") and stick thin gwei-mui models for icons. are these the ideal that hong kong women are supposed to strive for?


my own issues aside, the afternoon ceremony last week was a blast. a nice little break from our mundane routine at work. the presenter, for the life of him, could not get our name right (he kept calling us "kelly's group"... as if we were a bunch of adoring fans of the local pop [gag] princess kelly chen) nor could he properly pronounce the name of our chair of the board of directors, diane bohm (pronounced like "home" with a B. he kept saying "mr. bong", "bomb"...). yes, we must forgive. he is only a model... or "module" as one put under 'occupation' on our volunteer form.


and we all went to california pizza kitchen for lunch afterwards, where derek and i had our own little "turn left turn right" moment.... hehee.









and my personal favourite: chow yun fat attacking diane bohm... (i thought my south island friends might like this one)