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What's old is new again.

I share the same birthday as Hemingway!

"Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it."

Short hair again. It's okay, it suits me. I also put in some highlights but they're not that visible.

THE PERFECT APARTMENT. Muahaha we have found you.  It belongs to a kind old lady who is inclined to sell it to us because we're a nice-looking Asian family.  Riverside view, eclectic, vintage decor, and the coolest furniture.  I want it so badly but it's up to my parents, so I'll just hope. And whine, a lot. 

I miss Hong Kong. SMIC can eat my socks. 
d000000d high school is super lame.

I love Conan O'Brien. Witty, funny, albino guys kill me.
"We have a show that's gonna knock your socks off, so put 'em on."
HAHAHAHA. Slow death.

Hong Kong is Shanghai on ecstasy and things. Everyone is nicer and warmer, the weather is way humid-er, and the shopping/food/everything rules that much more. I roomed with Elisa and on the last night we received these mysterious prank calls from "cackling BOYS" (even though I knew it was Peipei and Valerie, hush). HAHAH-HO at accidentally telling the receptionist to "stop fucking calling me!"

We shopped until our feet developed blisters (well, mine did) and had so much mango bing/RABBIT! Like 3 times everyday since they were everywhere. We would basically shop all day and return to our hotel around 12, beat. On one day we took a tram to Victoria's Peak and took scenic pictures and enjoyed 15 minutes of FREE INTERNET. Hence the last update. Oh, and one of the nights we met up with three of Peipei's friends at an Italian restaurant, where we sang Happy Birthday to a woman we don't even know. But, Happy Birthday Cynthia! Thanks for giving us cake...not.

Our taxi drivers were the best, too. One of them is an aspiring popstar, ha-ha but we made him sing for us and he was pretty good.

My dad was there on business so we ate at a Japanese restaurant with him and some co-workers. Another night we had dim sum, and that was super.

We met the biggest creeps when we took the wrong bus. There was a huge brown man in front of me and Valerie Liu who kept insisting that we weren't American because we were Chinese, and there's obviously no way we can be both. Then he told us about his country in South Africa and we were like "oh how fascinating" but really we just wanted to get away from him.

And most of you who read this won't follow but whatever, I had fun!

I can't even properly describe a vacation because my train of thought is all weird. I'm going to sleep now. SO TIRED!

ONE MORE THING! I sat next to a guy with perfect arms on the plane back. I probably brushed up against them like five times...how romantic awkward.

I'm writing letters...ask me if you want one, then give me your address!
Don't worry, no one wants to stalk you.
So that's that.

Also, happy birthday to Lucie who totally got caked! She got her revenge though. It was glorious.

Girls--I'll see y'all tm, but do y'all want to do a dress up birthday dinner thing this weekend?

I did the 'y'all' thing on purpose, y'all.

REMEMBER, ME-->LETTER-->YOU?? NO?

Pspsps. CONCORDIA accepted me today. And I don't know how to react to this news...relieved/elated? I'm going to be a private school girl. The downside is, there's little chance I'll be returning to Plano (esp. since we're in the midst of selling the house)...but I feel this is the right decision for me. If all goes well, I'll be staying here for the remainder of high school. NO MORE CHANGING SCHOOLS, THANK GOD.