December 2008
mm, HK.
In HK’s equivalent of an apple store. delightfully loving being on a mac again; though one less pretty than mine. It, however, has a purple speck case. Makes me think of someone I know back in the bay. :( xo, b.
This is HK.
Lavender: Where do you go today?
Me: Oh, I don't know. Maybe Admiralty.
Lavender: Everyday shopping!
...what a cutie. She wants me to stay home and play with her, but I'll be home tonight for Christmas Eve dinner with grandparents. Merry Christmas Eve, friends. xoxo, b.
Cheating on my mbp.
Mostly bc there is no wireless internet here, and I am lazy and tech-challenged.
But I can’t upload pictures of (1) the tree! (2) my adorable cousin Lavender and/or favorite (only) older cousin Michael, (3) my favorite city’s lit up bridges (4) my face [as if. It’ll be awhile until that graces the pages of this humble corner of the internet]. So… I’m alive, well...
Goodbye, China.
In twelve hours I’ll be in the airport ready to board a plane. I’ll have moved the contents of one apartment in 犀浦 to another apartment in 花園. I’ll have slept less than five hours, and I’ll probably be cranky. But I will be off to Hong Kong, where I will see my daddy for a brief couple hours before he returns to the states a month before me. And then I will sleep. And I...
http://wsfxlyzd.blog.163.com/ →
My students have a blog! Who knew. One of my 6.2 students texted me today with the link. (: What a seriously global-technologically-savvy world.
[one of my students requested I bring my mbp so he could download my music. :P]
leite’s consummate chocolate chip cookie | smitten... →
When two of my best friends get to make the cookies I’ve been waiting to make for forever before I do, jealousy surges through my veins. Which just makes my overwhelming-and-kind-of-gross day a little bit worse.
But whatever, food is to be shared, good things are to be shared (bad moods are not to be shared). Sharing. Isn’t that what tumblr is for. :) They just owe me something...
“I was born for a storm, and a calm does not suit me.”
– Andrew Jackson.
[…so I tell myself, when heticness threatens to take over my sanity.]
Young Alumni, Maritime.
Today has been a...
I am lazy, Part 1*.
I’m sure there are cute $5 Threadless tees out there, but I seriously don’t want to go through all of the designs finding something I like.**
Someone please do it for me.
*[This is only Part 1, not because I know of a Part 2, but because I know myself well enough to know that something will come up.]
** But I probably will anyway. And then I will probably not buy one. Ridiculous.
...
Riceball Conversations begin.
[riceball]: I'm surprised you don't own the "music is my boyfriend" shirt
[B]: I don't own text tees.
[B]: I don't like people reading my chest.
Stalking pictures from HS winter formal...
I do not miss awkward high school dances with bad decoration empty dance floor and ridiculous guy:girl ratio.
I do, however, miss the necessary pre-dance hair-curling laughing dancing skipping out after ten minutes (ha) for Creamery hot chocolate POM Grey’s movies …or whatever we wanted. (white wine? champagne?) (yikes.)
Any bad night can be a good one if you’re with the right...
Cuteness justifies everything.
[B]: filedropper.com
L: this site is way too cute for something that promotes piracy
Photographs = Nostalgia.
I just went through ~400 pictures from CYS camp (in my seven albums on FB). Regardless of the what happened, I still miss those times (:. And the people, so many of whom got this reaction “that’s …. that’s… oh I so know who that is. or atleast, I used to.”
:\
I know myself very well.
A: perhaps i'll surprise you at the airport
A: and you can drop your bags
[B]: and run into your arms? yeah. sure.
A: a boy can dream
[B]: (I can't figure out which is more unlikely - you surprising me at the airport or me dropping my bags and running into your arms.)
A: was thinking that
[B]: I think you surprising me.
A: you running into my arms is more likely?
A: do you even know yourself?
“You’re a pretty one; you’re really a gem,
So don’t get bent...”
– The Richest Kids, This Is Ivy League
Minor Pet Peeve #2:
it’s vs. its
So you’re thinking “it is becomes it’s, …but possessives have an apostrophe too!”
Not for pronouns. His, her, their, our, your….its. No apostrophes.
It’s never going to bother you again.
[And yet…I still make the mistake. I found one in my WP entry just before hitting “publish.”]
“We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love,...”
– White Teeth, Zadie Smith.
Word-trade (center).
I’ve been through Hemingway phases, Austin phases, Kerouac phases - not where I want to be the author - but where I read their work ad nauseum until I pick up their writing styles. [Note: Hemingway phase? disastrous.] There’s a phrase in Chinese that literally translates to “that which seeps in ink turns black” - it’s amazing how much your environment shapes you, just...
It's december.
Going home is finally somewhat in sight. Being sick makes me want to be home (for the healthcare), or a more realistic second home [HK] (for the soup).
Reconnecting or disconnecting?