I must fess up. I am queer; I have strange fetish for things that don't matter. Probably a waste of time and money. Probably very impractical. And very often, they are a tad difficult to acquire and may precede from very dubious origins...

If I could list my favourite past-times it'd be walking into antique stores and hoping to spot a vintage typewriter or two. I'd cross my fingers and pray hard that it's on sale for only 25bucks. (Fat chance I know) Of recent I'm hooked on a great website, My Typewriter, which displays an array of vintage typewriters and old manuals. The enthusiastic bunch would restore old typewriters and put them up for sale as good as new.

If I may be wee improper - the sound of mechanical keystrokes, the felt of the button keys, the nifty carriage return bell and the wild imagination of being an aspiring writer finger-dancing away by the bay window of her hotel room in old Raffles Hotel gives me an almost-orgasm.

I once got very hyped up when I saw a gramophone player on sale at a very intriguingly quaint store along Arab Street. When the store owner happily offered me the Pioneer gramophone player at $350 (a slash from usual $500), I almost jumped at his offer. Then again I had to dissuade myself because I'm not sure if my heart could take it if it sings an odd eerie tune at midnight. I'd love to have one in my home, right where visitors would be greeted by its grand rustic awe. Since I'm no fan of the Beetles, the player will play 1920s old-school jazz and blues all morning, noon and night. Maybe my neighbour will learn not to freak out after a while.

I've heard many spooky stories about the frangipani tree. Still, I adore its subtle beauty when bright shades of pink yellow and orange dot the hardy plant. My fingers can't help but to pick a freshly fallen flower and pin it behind my right ear. If frangipani could come in bouquets, I'd choose them over roses. At any given time, sunflowers, roses and lilies are any girl's favourite. (No brains needed) If anyone could bunch up the lovely frangipani in a bouquet, I don't need the roses no more.