Tying Up Strings

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The Goodbye Girl

So I can't sleep even though I need to be up early (11am) today. I am on New York time. It's the last 3 days. How did departure come so fast? So now it's 3 weeks a ago in reverse ... I'll hug my family, run onto the airport express, go through all that airport searching shit, board, and fly to New York. Then I'm on American soil for at least another year. Yikes. No more Hong Kong, but that's okay. Coming back made me see that it's not the place I pine for (in fact, at times I feel like New York is more of a home. my old rule applies: wherever I permanently put my head to down to rest at night). The old me is definitely from Hong Kong, head-to-toe. But I feel so ripped from her and a little blank but ready to paint. Start from scratch. Win the lottery. I'll cry because of the people. It was awesome to wake up everyday to Natalia's pancakes, Naana's TV, Daddy's morning jog, and Mummy's silliness. I feared I'd be the "holiday child" (y'know, being nicer to my sisters, more obedient to my parents...) but I went right back to arguing and invading personal space, which makes me so happy. It was also awesome to see old friends in the same place although I haven't seen all of you (TUESDAY @ CYPERPORT PEOPLE, TUESDAY @ CYBERPORT! CALL ME @ 9614 6606). It wasn't awesome to feel out of place at Skitz and to be continuously asked "what's your major?" and told "you need to choose!"

Today I am getting the top of my ear pierced. Finally.

Yesterday I bought black courdroy pants + a jet blue top in MNG. They were cheap(ish). I fell in love with this baby-doll school uniform dress in ZARA, which I am going to buy even though I am saving up for this camera:

I will also buy the silky jacket in 2% Homme. I want it.
I can be so materialistic sometimes.

California Here We Go

The OC is finito. All I can say is THANK GOD! I mean, I loved it in the 1st Season: it brought us the wonder that is Seth Cohen (and I believe, made cute geeks attractive to the masses again the way it should be, although now hot-ass girls are after them. damn) and was Anna (guilty: she was my role model when I was 15). It was fun and fresh, cool camera shots, cool music ... but then it became self-aware and deteriorated. And I am going to sound pompous, but the fact that a song can play on the The OC and become the it-song the next day really bugs me because oftentimes a song I really like is played and killed by mindless 13-year-olds who like it only because it was on The OC. And playing at 'The Bait Shop' was the utmost in selling out (*cough* the killers & modest mouse). RIP The OC. Now if only pitchfork could follow.