On study break, i.e. (paid) hols, now. :)

So, while I was in the shower just now, it transpired to me that, as per familial duty, I must bring my sis out clubbing, at least once, before she heads to London in Oct. Hey, who better to corrupt her, than her own flesh and blood? I bounced out of the shower excitedly to tell her my revelation and was, predictably, met with some resistance. Following exchange, verbatim, ensued:

Me: But what are you gonna say when ppl in London ask you how's clubbing in HK?

Her: Er...my religion forbids clubbing?

Me: ...

Regardless, my plan will unfold. I look fwd to introducing her to the first of many nights of drunken debauchery. Look for two really tall chicks hitting the clubs real soon!

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Turns out my secret super power is making ppl walk into street signs.

Setting: Fri night, the usual suspects, Cwbay (corner of Mitsukoshi)

Amber and I talking, the guys (IFC3, Delivery Boy) in front.

Random guy#1 files past and stares.

Random guy #2 files past and stares.

Random guy #3 files past and takes the cake, staring uber intently, even twisting around after walking past us, just to stare.

Me: (ever polite and lady-like, straight up to the guy) What the fuck are YOU looking at?

Random guy #3: turns around and *THUNK*, walks right into the Hennessy Road sign post. Hard. His friend (Random guy #2) has to help him.

Queue: Amber's maniacal laughter. Then mine. The guys run back to see what's the commotion and join in our laugh-fest. in er, the random guy's face, we don't even wait to turn the corner. 

Moral of the story: don't mess with me, or I'll make you walk into a sign post.

:P

Pastiche of pics from March 2005 (reverse chronological order):

First row: Maggie's B-day @ Ultra Supper Club

Second row: Polly made cupcakes(!!) With some assistance...but nevertheless, like, WHOA.  

Third row: Saturdays @ Tangerine

Last row: NYC Reading Wk Trip (Feb 2005) w/ Jon and Christine...

The last two pics are of two of my current favorite things: the notorious '69' rings (props to Jon, hahahaha) and Caramel Frappuccino, I <3 you!

Ahhhh...thank you Picasa! The 'collage' function does wonders for lazy mofos like yours truly....

Graduating June 10th, yay! :) So, I got into BPP (London), City, and College of Law (London) for law conversion... I don't know which one/if I'm going to go.

Existential problem for me, much. UK guys and dolls, any input on the institutions and/or feasibility of CPE for non-UK resident, much appreciated! I need help.

I'm happy . It's gd to be back in TO.

Random pics

From my last night in HK:

Random TO pics, first night back, etc.:   

N.B. my nails, love 'em, no?

So, are my beloved gurlies gonna come visit me in TO X'mas or what? I lub you n miss you all! <3

brief, ultra-mod, a.k.a. to-the-moment, update...

- mad clubbing cos one of my fav babes is back. three nights; usual repertoire of clubs (ing, dip, backroom, c club, ruums, rahrah); chill company;...and many-a-scandal-licious happenings *ahem* hehe.

- oooohhh....my bangs are poking my eyes...snip, snip, snip...

- a va cay is in order...leaving Aug 8th to Eastern Europe for 2 wks. (yes, redux; my 'rents can't get enough of 'em ex-commie/recently renamed states ~.~ ). be back ~Aug 21st. my wkends are dwindling, come on out!

- Aug. 31st **IMPORTANT**, HAHA. it's a tue this yr tho...so I assume will do stuff the preceding wkend, 27th (which, as per clubber's daylight savings, technically starts on a THU, I must remind u).

- pics to come, will give u guys a link, later, but here's a tantalizing amuse-bouche, as requested by one, in the meantime.

ing, jul 29, 2004. clockwise: me, hei, charms, lett, jen. mad .

you only want what you can't have.

everyone's heard this or said it some pt in their life and it's true...as paradoxical as it may sound, it actually makes perfect sense.

I mean, if the object of desire was so easily accessible, the state of want would cease to exist (or be v. brief indeed) as obtaining satisfaction would be near immediate. thus, the above cliche. of crs, regardless, I also believe humans seem evolutionarily wired to mentally self-flagellate themselves too...well, 20-something years old females, anyway.

waxing philosophical...it's 11am, no one's up yet and I'm not feeling particularly healthy. According to leon’s expert diagnoses, I’m coming down with "brokeassness or drunkardklywalkingness", also known as 'goingouttoodamnmuch-itis'. it’s all gd.