Of black boots, mooncakes and wellies-smelling weirdo

I was racking my brains all week on what boots to get for this fall. With the change of seasons, everyone is scampering off for that hottest pair of boots in town.

I am seriously overwhelmed with the array of choices available. My vision is bombarded with a myriad of boots: ankle boots, booties, country, vintage, biker, overknees, UGG...

I stood in front of my shoe racks and pondered. As my eyes scanned over each pair of shoes, my little eye spied something which I have never worn before.

A pair of black boots.

They were from the Lion.

Flashback: Just before I left for Germany for good, the Lion pampered me with gifts from her HK trip. 2 lamb-wool sweaters to keep me warm because she often chides me for not able to tahan cold. And not forgetting of course the pair of said boots.

I love the sweaters but couldn't say the same for the boots. The boots are round-toed and not flattering. I looked stumpy with them on. I could tell the Bestie shared my sentiments but she kept her mouth shut. Because we both know very well this was an out-of-the-ordinary gesture from the Lion. She never ever shops for presents for friends. That's the Bestie's task, not the Lion's.

Thus it's very heartwarming to know she purposely took time off from work and search for stuffs which she thought I might need in the cold winter months. So tell me am I not lucky to have her as a friend, albeit her short-temper? *wink*

Back to the said boots. I pulled them out of the dusty corner and decided to give them another go. To my surprise, they look rather high-street chic when paired with leggings which are all the rage right now.

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday and the boots finally saw the light of day.

In fact I was just fretting days before I wouldn't get to eat my favourite mooncakes this year when I had a pleasant surprise. Not only did I get to eat my mooncakes, the mooncakes this time round were from the 6-star hotel, Ritz Carlton, no less!

They were delicious and not overly sweet. The absence of the yolk was not a deterrence at all. What's more there were no signs of oil spots. I almost thought the mooncakes were cholesterol-free! Even the man helped himself to a second slice. And he used to claim he was not a huge fan.

The girlfriend's sweetie once thought the mooncake was a cake assortment and actually gobbled up a whole mooncake in one seating. No prize for guessing how put off he was afterwards that he swore off them from then on. He is so hilarious! Wahahahahahaha...

BUT.

As attested, the Ritz's mooncakes has the uncanny power to convert even the greatest mooncake loather to a devoted fan. That is just how good they are.

Now. I am going to be shameless and not beat around the bush:

Will the beloved friends back home be getting some Ritz Carlton mooncakes for me next year? No need yolk.Just plain traditional lotus bean paste will do. Let me know if you need my address. Thank you very much in advance! LOL

After the mooncake o.d., I woke up this morning, starving. Again, I stuffed my face with what else but food. Leftover fried bee hoon washed down with gulps of coffee. I then decided to be a good girl and went about doing some of my chores.

During my task of peh tau geh (removing the brown parts from bean sprouts), I watched the re-run of a popular German variety show, Wetten, dass?. The concept of the show is people can offer to perform difficult or often very odd stunts and top celebrities would bet whether these people could carry out these stunts successfully.

Today a man claimed that he was able to identify a person by smelling her wellies. But firstly she had to work out on the stepper for half hour. The man was blind-folded and brought to another corner of the stage where there were more than 10 seated women, all wearing red wellies, having worked out on the stepper for 30 mins earlier on. The host went randomly to one woman and removed one of her wellies and brought it over to the waiting man.

The bet began. The nutcase stuffed his big nose into the welly and took numerous deep breath from it. This lasted several loooong minutes!

You should see the disgust on the celebrities' faces. Priceless.

But true to his word, he identified the right candidates 4 out of 5 times.

Really, I cannot figure it out how he came to discover he has such an enviously talent? Did he sit around all day long and smell all the wellies within 10km radius from his home? Or did crack his brains all day on what he could do in order to get on Wetten, dass? Hasn't he better things to do at home, like read a book, surf the net or watch TV?

But alas, his bizarre attempts were in vain. The grand prize, an Audi, eluded him. You see, the winner is chosen by public votes. Now, who would want to vote for a nutcase who goes around smelling people's wellies?

Not me, for sure!

And not the Germans too, apparently. Phew.