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new decade, new blog. update your links please?

about time, anyway. blogger smells. boo yah.

I've been travelling across the United States for the past 3 weeks. I am now back in SoCal and will finally be headed home tomorrow. We are ushering in the New Year with USA Hostels in what will hopefully be an exciting limo ride (one bottle of champagne each - for reals) across LA. I stepped in a massive pile of faeces last night after a Hooters dinner and neatly decorated the rear floor of the (rented) car with it. To console myself, I say the last days of the year should always be the shittiest - pun intended - to celebrate a new dawn. 2009 has been good to me: I moved to San Diego, and I found someone whom I never thought in a million years I'd find. I don't believe in resolutions, but one thing that would better my life includes not bloody sweating the small stuff.

My mother invented plenty of synonyms of "slob" just for me when I was younger: ah nya chi, disgusting goat, why don't you wear something else?! how do you walk in your room?! Same pair of shorts every other day, same t-shirt etc. A decade and a rebellious personality watered down by the predictable mechanics of mass media later, I've lost count of how many pairs of (black) shoes I own.

However, some days I feel I haven't exactly outgrown that rebellious silverchair listening kid - yet. To illustrate that point and also my sheer state of exhaustion, I wore my cornflower blue Imperial College bioeng hoodie, glittery La Senza lounge pants, striped bumblebee socks and purple and pink Havaianas around yesterday evening. Of course, the furthest I went was my daily haunt - The Village to get myself a nonfat chai latte. Oh, how I adore sipping on an extra hot chai while poring through notes with aforementioned bumblebee socks on. The point is, I've reached such lows that I entertained the thought of going to bed wearing what I'm going to wear tomorrow morning i.e. the same oversized shirt (light blue Polo Ralph Lauren), black AA tights and purple legwarmers just to avoid changing into pyjamas because by Engineer Logic, this would save precious time and effort in the morning.

Today's Thursday, right? And tomorrow's Friday. Monday come faster! The blistery winds of New York await me!

Hi from the dark side

Here's a photo of me with my new bangs (well, they're a couple of weeks old now but I'm not very good at keeping up with the times anymore)

Instead of working on my final project, I'm thinking of what to eat as a late night snack. I have a hankering for gourmet mac and cheese i.e. pasta baked with whole milk mozzarella and gruyere instead of the regular Kraft Mac 'n' Cheese.

I am not a complicated person.

The only thought that keeps me going constitutes the words "Vegas", "New York", "Jeffrey Campbell Clinic Wedges because these crazy sick things are finally mine" and "Christmas".

If I'm rude, it probably just means I either a) have a face problem with you or b) don't like you - at all :)

*stress eating and pulling newly-cut hair out*

(I had a burrito for dinner and now I'm eating chocolate)

(I have bangs now but since my hair was cut by a girl in a leopard print top who sported lots of tattoos, I like to think I don't channel kawaii as much as I channel angry Asian girl with bangs)

Isn't it funny how people don't remember you until after you die?

I posted about wanting her platinum hair (click) back in April.

Now she's dead.

She wasn't even 21.

I don't usually fall sick; I like to say that I am a hale and healthy person, one who exercises three or four times a week on average and was once capable of running 10 km in under an hour without having to do too much training. I don't remember the last time I was bedridden, coughing and being brought to tears every five minutes like a baby choking on Lego part. Crying and sickness are both the same to me: deathly weakness. The slightest infection and boom bang bang good as dead. I have been stuck in a drug-induced fog, half-dreaming of little white roads that lead to nowhere plagued with the inherent oh god what am i missing in class today how much more reading do i have to do? there is no end to the path I'm taking and I drop down and sit quietly cross legged on the ground like a little girl and I cry and I cry. make it stop, i say. make it go away.

it's times like these when you miss your family and those closest to you the most, so much so that you hole yourself up and refuse to see anyone the whole week. if i were at home, i'd have crackers on the tackiest plastic banana leaf plate and my mug of unsweetened Milo in the twenty-year-old black octagon shaped mug, the shape of which I found so fascinating as a child. i'd have white porridge and soy sauce and pickled cabbage and fried eggs that my grandma would specially make for me. she would barge into my room and ask me questions about how i'm doing every 5 minutes and then run back out again. long story short, why the fuck did i ever leave home again?

everyone i know around here is often quite fascinated with how i'm not actually from London but actually just study there - which sort of makes me on exchange with two places if you think about it properly. i only got to see my family once every 3 months or 6 months. this year i won't be seeing them for 9. it'll only be another 6 before i go home again in june. the first quarter has flown by and it doesn't even feel like i've blinked once. my eyes are dry from capturing all the action and inaction of an American life. yeah, i slave at the lab, i work 7 hours in the library on quite lot of days because it's my last year and i'm not fucking it up again for the 4th time but i've also had some amazing times here: the endless stream of parties, the alco, the weird costumes, the odd spontaneous activity or two, eating every kind of American cereal, the jetset life. i look forward to the rest of them and the rest of my life.

oftentimes i catch myself muttering, 加油 加油！

Nothing spells holiday season more than red Starbucks cups! I'm so shallow, I know, but I await toffeenut lattes every year eagerly since discovering them in my first year.

Also, the mother of all flus harkens the onset of cold weather. I have been bed-ridden for the past 3 days. Well, whatever. I'm so excited to be heading to the east coast again.

Having said that, I miss Chinese New Year at home. This January/February, I won't have celebrated CNY at home for 4 years.

That is a long time.

Items include AA bodysuit, AA satin jacket and A&F jeans.

I'm a size 4 on average.

AA stuff all unworn, A&F jeans are pre-loved. Will be posting more things up soon. Willing to ship worldwide, just ask beforehand! Thanks! :)

I'm so going to set up shop when I graduate; I cannot possibly carry everything home with me! :-S Meanwhile, how sick is this ring? Available for purchase on Etsy.

I lost an eBay auction just now on the most beautiful baby blue Juicy Couture fur coat. I am stressed out and anxious and unable to sleep. I haven't had the most productive day - at all. The Higher Powers, however, are trying to make fun of my obsession with fur (which leads to procrastination and lack of work because I will not stop until I find myself a beautiful fur coat to stroke to sleep), I stumble upon this:

Is it just me or do they look like Furbies that have cleverly hidden themselves within the folds of the Coffer?

I think they're just key chains though. Still.

Back to work!