The 2008 Holiday Gift Guide to Get On Kaity's Good Side

Christmas is coming up in ten days! My birthday is coming up in twelve days! What better way to celebrate these countdowns than to make a Christmas/Birthday Wish List of Things I Will Never Get, right? Right! So, here we go:

1) A large weekend bag that can accommodate all the excess baggage I have in my life. After all, how can you relax during a weekend getaway if you didn’t have your neuroses, sandwiched between a pile of T-shirts and toiletries, within arms reach?

If I could only get one though, I much prefer a wide-mouth doctor’s bag so that my childhood dreams of becoming a pediatrician would at least be realized sartorially.

No. 166 overnight travel bag

A-Z Collection, Autumn/Winter ’08 Accessories

2) DVDS!

I’ve been wanting, needing to watch any film by John Cassavetes for a while now but I’ve never chanced upon any of his titles in the lair of video pirates. I tried my luck in HMV in Hong Kong but luck was a man masquerading as a lady. So if any of you friends in the States are feeling extra generous, please do ship Criterion Collection’s Five Films by John Cassavetes my way, yes?

3) Books!

For some reason, all the books on my wish list are unavailable here. Why, Fully Booked? Why, Powerbooks? Why, A Different Bookstore? Why?

The Act of Seeing: Essays and Conversations
by Wim Wenders

On Seeing and Noticing
by Alain de Botton

I urge you to read On Love (US Release) by de Botton. It reminds me of those college philosophical handouts though I assure that it won't put you to sleep.

Meditations in an Emergency
by Frank O’Hara

Everything is Cinema: The Working Life of Jean Luc Godard
by Richard Brody

The Art of Looking Sideways
by Alan Fletcher

4) Topsiders/Boat Shoes

Quoddy Boat Shoes

Sperry Topsiders

I can imagine myself wearing these shoes while sitting on a yacht,sipping a glass of chilled champagne amidst the backdrop of a sky that's painted with orange, pink and purple hues. Armed with a fool's confidence that only drink can give, I seem to have boldly declared to take on the challenge of sailing the world’s oceans in 60 days, completely neglecting the tiny, inconsequential fact that I can’t swim to save my life.

5) Givenchy Nightingale in Black, Medium


Dear Daddy,

I promise never to buy any other bag if you buy this one for me. It’s a win/win situation right?

Love, Kaity

6) The newest 13-inch Macbook


Lets hope for the best. I have a good feeling about this one.

7) 300 gig external/portable hard drive + housing

8) Bespoke leather shoes

“Bespoke” has been a favorite word of mine for two consecutive months now. Every time I play around with this word in my head, I can almost smell a distinct kind of woodsy, masculine odor, the kind of smell that I associate with quiet elegance and refinement.

On the other hand, leather oxfords are something that I’ve been obsessing over for the past few months.


Though I’ve yet to find the perfect pair, which doesn’t render my toes useless by the end of the day. Lo and behold, I stumbled upon a blog that pointed me to the direction of a man who produces made-to-order leather shoes. We shall see what happens with that. Lets all hope I come out of that store jumping in the air and clicking the heels of the dandiest pair of shoes known to man.

9) A men’s watch

For some reason, I favor the bulkiness of men’s watches over the small, delicate ones for women. To match the bulkiness of my stomach, I guess.

Stowa Watch

Nixon 51-30


Junghans Chronograph

10) A brown leather briefcase



This is a result of watching too much Mad Men.

11) Rollerblades!
P.S. Gino, I’m a size 6, okay? Thanks.

I find it amusing how most of the stuff on this list is geared towards men’s fashion. On more than one occasion, my sister has told me that I dress up like a gay man. I take that as a compliment.

Get the Picture?

(Simone de Beauvoir at the Cafe des Deux Magots, Robert Doisneau, 1944)

(Cafe de Flore, Dennis Stock, 1958)


(La Chinoise, Jean-Luc Godard, 1967)

"But" is the harshest word that you'll ever know

I’ve been a delinquent blogger, haven’t I? Well, you know what happens to delinquent bloggers – blogcombers by the virtual ocean of nonsense and quick read demons cruising on the Infobahn at 10 MB per second, who take minutes off their precious Time Wasting Schedule, end up creating reasons in their head as to why they hate this particular blogger for not updating. (But then again, I may not be that special but lets just pretend that I am for a second.)

As Mary J. Blige obligingly put it, there ain’t no need for hateration. But yet, it exists, especially amongst lovers. One would be hard-pressed to find a significant other whose certain mannerisms/beliefs/grooming habits or lack thereof wouldn’t eventually be the cause for one’s hair to stand on edge. I came across this funny, albeit a little bit off-putting site that...

...Is a picture book about the moment in a relationship when you realize you don’t love someone completely, because there is one little thing that keeps bothering you. When it bothers you so much it actually makes you physically cringe, you know it’s time to say; “I love you but…”

As I said, some are comical confessions:
Then there are those that make you go, "Hey, waitaminute. That hurts..."There you go, folks. Once again, the innernet was successful in altering the settled state of my mind (although that really is a point of contention). Am I making any sense? Probably not cos it's 1:48 am and my ass is still stuck on my office chair!