looking out the window
BEFORE + MYSTERY BAG + A WHOLE LOT OF OTHER SHIZ = AFTER. Obviously.
And that is about as much math you’ll see me doing for the next few years. I still live solo in this little room of mine, but there is supposedly a fellow Sunnian arriving today. Or not. I wouldn’t mind having this space aaall tooo myyseeelf but was kind of looking forward to the whole college feeling of having a room mate and what not.
Got up around noon today and tried the shower in our hall. Not bad at all. Was keen on being a good girl and doing what is needed, but as I looked at my lovely view I realized someone was pissing on it. For two hours straight. Eventually took the bus (aka rollercoaster) to Wan Chai, had dinner at the good old Golden Arches where I chatted away with some business man and later on I made my way to Mong Kok, where I went mental. Bought a variety of hygienic products (Body Shop yaaay) as well as some nailpolish (I do think I might have an addiction) and finally some earphones to replace the shitty smashed iPod ones. Whaddya know, they’re pink.
Best (or at least most urgent) buy of the day goes to my new black Chloé look alike strappy wedges which will be worn tomorrow at the welcoming reception. I read something about robes being handed out and formal attire being worn. Shit sure will be interesting.
Excuse me as I choose what nailpolish to wear for tomorrow. Good night and good luck.
It’s pouring down outside. I’ve survived my first thunderstorm in HK. It was pretty alright. Was skating with Charlie at the time, so didn’t really take that much notice of it, except for the occasional disco light in my face. And then I forgot I was hungry (thanks Charlie!), and woah, would you look at the time.
Anyway, I’m about to hit the sack, and tonight’s dream topic will probably be all sorts of food. Nomnomnom.
1. The lovely Nicole preppin our fighter for the ride 2. Some housing in the hood 3. Behind those trees hide nice stuff 4. Entering Bei Jiao town to begin our quest for a nail salon 5. Leaving Bei Jiao town in the nick of time after the full mani-pedi 6. Chasin storms
The Great Firewall doesn’t allow birds to tweet and blog. So here are some chirps from the past week in Mainland China.
It was strange going back there, to all those familiar places. Things were almost the same, apart from the huge building sites along the river (the area is getting a face-lift, just like many other places before the Asian Games) and of course the fact that it’s August 2010 and not F/W 2009.
I remember when Anja, Sigrid and I sat on little benches not too far from our favorite Tsingtao-selling lady. How Sigrid bought her beloved 60th Anniversary fan (against my will) on Luju Lu on October 1st. How a small group of us gathered to watch the lovely fireworks from the riverside and got covered in little black bits of paper. Smelling the streetfood and holding a gag. Coming back for New Year’s Eve and feeling the love in AMIGO from around 20 other TTCers. “Doing a Lucero” the next day. Coming back time and time again during January, establishing our own little “apartment” with Oley, Christina and Eva.
1. Some lady introducing the Avenue of Stars 2. The view from Kowloon side over HK island 3. Creepy ginger dude who somehow managed to find me wherever I went and go “hellooo, how are you?” 4. Avenue of Stars
I managed to drag my lazy ass out of bed at 3PM today. No, I wasn’t hung over, because I didn’t hit the scene yesterday. I’m just still majorly jetlagged. So I’ve been out and about, walked along the Avenue of Stars, snapped some shots and went gaga for all the hella nice rides that cruise the streets of HK. (And yes mother, I did eat at some point too).
Note to self though. Don’t walk around smiling and looking like you’re enjoying yourself. You might just give some random ginger guy the wrong idea. I still don’t get how “Hello, how are you?” can be such a popular pick-up line amongst a particular group of men here… When does it ever work? This dude wouldn’t give up either. Thought I lost him about 3 times or so, but he just kept popping up next to me just as if he had spies all over the place reporting directly to him. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be the kind of guy to enjoy culture, as I finally got rid of him when walking through the Museum halls. Gah.
Planning on setting my times straight today, so bed in no more than 90min. BOOM.
1. Walking it out during family badminton session 2. Nephew, moi and cousin making our very best cakefaces 3. The mobster family celebrating the “Godfather’s” 88th 4. My favorite party girl and moi fail miserably at posing 5. Bonsai comes and sees me off at the airport 6. Good old mother-daughter love.
I don’t quite know what time it is. Which is slightly annoying, as I’m supposed to catch a flight at some point. I’m currently cooking in the dwellings of Moscow Sheremetyevo Airport. I forgot my awesome surgeon mask in my check-in luggage, but luckily it doesn’t seem to be needed after all. Or is it?
So far people seem nicer than I remember them being at the airport. I’ve spent so much time complaining about being bored that I actually (if I finally got the hour straight) should be hurrying off to check my gate. With my luck, it’s probably the wrong Sheremetyevo. Ah well. You’ll know if I’m stuck here, I promise.