A geeky Christmas

My handphone beeped. "Me wuv me Ricoh," was Tubby Hubby's (TH) SMS.

"Me wuv me iPod," I SMSed back.

It has come down to this. We have unwittingly become technosexuals.

This Christmas, TH's present to me was an iPod. And not just any iPod, mind you, it had to be the special limited-edition red Action for Aids nano (more for the colour than the cause, I regret to say).

And his, which he'd been hinting at for the longest time, was the new Ricoh GR-D II camera.

Sad to say, we have bought into this whole sexy technology stuff. Which means that, even sadder to say, we have massively overspent this month.

So my spiffy iPod is being housed in a S$1 pouch while his sexy Ricoh has to go naked for the moment. But who cares? Me wuv me iPod.

Disneyland, our new "happy place"

Tubby Hubby (TH) and I have favourite spots to go to. We call them our "happy places" – which is rather self-explanatory, really.

So far, our happy places in Hong Kong have been restaurants (Bizou along Elgin Street is one and any Pizza Express outlet is another) and bookshops (Flow on Lyndhurst Terrace).

Then TH took me to Hong Kong Disneyland for my birthday and we absolutely loved it. Being journalists, we approached it with a hefty dose of skepticism but we found it a charming place – in a post-modern ironic kind of way of course, as TH would say.

The only thing is, you have to leave all cynicism at the door and give in to the "magic" or else you'd miss it completely. We love it, the kitschy parades, the inane mascots, the fireworks, the goofy grins on everyone's faces (not just Goofy's)...

So much so we bought annual passes. "I never thought I'd see the day I'd actually get an annual pass to Disneyland," says TH, who is a big Carl I-hate-Disneyland Hiaasen fan.

But he has. And I (blush) actually have Minnie Mouse ears hanging on the door. Bring on the magic, Tinkerbell.