still haven’t found the perfect sofa. this is close to ideal (from www.sofasofa.co.uk). only that it should be in leather. i love white. but i am still unsure as to how easy it would be to maintain. maybe dark brown?

i want furniture that lasts. no more ‘this will do for now’. no more beech ikea stuff. (though our ikea stuff were all in very good condition when we sold them after 5 years of use).

hopefully, it will still be credit crunch by the time we get to buy furniture. he he. i can still remember when sofas like these cost more than a grand. sofa prices are always the first to drop when people start tightening their belts.



if you haven’t heard it before, it’s a term coined for “charity muggers”. you would go around them, trying not to make eye contact lest you be guilt-tripped to part with your coffee money. you avoid them like the plague, the same way you avoid the cable and credit card sales people. all because you can’t be bothered and don’t want to be rude. 

they are usually quite bold nowadays. gone are those times that they stand quietly in a corner with a bucket of coins. they would chat you up. profile you the same way salesmen do. and they don’t want just a drop in the bucket – they want a monthly standing order on your account.

it’s the charities’ biggest money earner. i just think it’s sad that the primary reason why people give money to charities nowadays is to get the chuggers off their back. it’s no longer because their cause touched your heart. giving is supposed to make you feel good. and giving in to chuggers just produces the opposite effect. 

i had been effectively evading them. until this afternoon, this woman just materialised in front of me. i’ve just been shopping. and she spied my carrier bag. ‘ooh how healthy!’, she cooed as i’ve got my fruits piled on the top. ‘and i see you brought your own carrier bag as well’, she carried on. she was asking me to part with £10 a month. and i said i will think about it. she needs me to say yes then and there, which i can’t. you can’t just support a charity willy-nilly. i bade her goodbye and good luck. she just puts on her frown and did not even thanked me for stopping for her. not that i expected her to.

i admire them for their persistence. all for a cause. but then again, most of them are hired to just sell. they probably don’t even give to the charity they’re working for. call me old-fashioned. but i think they just took the heart out of giving.

so quick to judge

when someone asks for something, maybe some big thing, others can be so quick to judge. it’s so easy to say your thoughts out loud. but spare the judgement on his character until you know what his real circumstances are.

for all you know, this is his last line of hope. and it took a lot of effort just to ask. and you shoot him down without even thinking.

the best coffee in town

if you ever find yourself wandering through the streets of Soho in London and are in need of a coffee, forget the countless coffee chains lining up the street.

i had the best tasting cappucino in the monmouth coffee co. in 27 monmouth street in the middle of soho, near Neal’s yard in covent garden. strong coffee always tastes a little bit sour everywhere i go. but it wasn’t here. i think they also have a branch in the borough market as well.

just be prepared to take it away or wait for a bit to get a place to sit down. it’s a tiny shop. not really worthwhile to sit down and talk as you have to share your ‘cubicle’ with other people or feel guilty for taking too long as there are people already queuing for the some 13 seats available.

shame as i was already too full to taste the yummy looking pastries and truffles on offer.