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Oysters and Octopuses

Ever since I stopped documenting every mundane thing about my life on the internet (aka tweets about me going to the toilet and successfully evacuating my bowels), I’ve weaned off on blogging. It’s been an incredibly depressing year in the personal life department, but I’m going to do an obligatory rehash of ‘important’ life moments like they do on reality TV, because god knows my life is like an episode of MTV’s True Life.

After five years of incessant pleading, I finally have a dog. He is a seven month bischon frise, a breed that no one seems to have heard of so let’s just say that he’s a fluffy white dog with the likeness of a maltese/poodle. He’s pretty awesome, despite the fact that he enjoys eating his own feces. I’ve been getting a lot of feces infused dog saliva facials so that’s great.

I went to Europe over the summer. This involved a lot of walking and gaping at the impressively grand monuments towering my head. I think I’ve fallen in love with Europe, as with every lovestruck adolescent with dreams of eating croissants at a Parisian cafe, drinking hot chocolate and marveling at the Eiffel tower. I managed to visit Venice, Paris and London, so it was triple the romanticism. I probably enjoyed London the most because French and Italian are not my forte, albeit the French lessons imposed on me as a 5 year old. I felt thoroughly at home in London, as I’ve always considered myself pseudo British citizen (hey, I have a British passport!). The streetlights, buses and road signs were reminisce of Hong Kong’s because most of our wares were purchased from Britain. Even the Tube felt like a cramped up version of Hong Kong’s MTR. Apparently Londoners have this thing called an Oyster card for transiting around the Tube and the one for our MTR is called an Octopus. Oyster and Octopus, get it? I don’t know why everyone has an affinity for naming things after seafood.

Walk Walk Fashion Baby

I sometimes wonder why I keep a blog because my days mostly consist of me walking around the house looking for my pants and scavenging the snacks cupboard for leftover Cheetos. It’s not my fault I’m a social pariah.

The only time I’ve left my house to do anything semi-productive was to attend a Fashion Show because my mom insists I follow in her footsteps and become the next Alexander McQueen (minus the suicide part).

I’ve never had much inclination towards fashion because shopping for clothes literally makes me fall asleep. It’s like there are sleeping pheromones hidden in the fabric or something that makes me want to slip into a coma.

Even though I don’t care much for fashion, the fashion show I watched today was not bad. I can’t say that I have been to many fashion shows (two to be precise) so I’m not an expert at watching models strut down the runway with falsified gusto and ferocity. All I can say is that it was artsy and theatrical, much like Alexander McQueen and Hussein Chalayan’s works. The ‘art’ side to the clothes dominated the fashion/clothing side, which made it much more interesting to watch.

The socializing part was a yawn fest, though. I don’t know why adults insist on petty small talk. The superficiality of acting nice in a ‘false’ fashion has never been my forte. As an insignificant teenager, I’m more likely to say “OMG U SUK TALK TO MY HAND!” in the person’s face if I think he or she is a fascist moron, because I don’t have much qualms about the implications on my work relationships.

I guess I need to start working on my “Hellooo dahling let’s have some tea!” face if I want to make it in the 21st century.

Sixteen Candles + Happy Holidays

As you may or may not have gathered from the title, I turned 16 about a week ago. I can’t fathom myself being a 16 year old because I feel like I haven’t even mastered being a proper teenager. The fact that I will soon be entering a new phase in life daunts me. In the past, growing older may have meant birthday parties and presents but growing older takes on a greater meaning now. Birthdays have become something to fear rather than something to look forward to because the thought of impending adulthood = panic.

Asides from my birthday, December also yields many other celebratory events like Christmas and New Years. Christmas has always been an important holiday for me because I was born in December and whenever Christmas drew near, it meant presents, parties and holiday cheer. As you grow older, the magic of the holidays begin to disappear but Christmas will always be the sole holiday I freakishly obsess about. So, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Here’s a Christmas card/graphic I made in order to commemorate the holidays.



We didn’t do anything particularly special for the holidays. On Christmas eve, we went to watch TRON: Legacy in 4D. It wasn’t as good as I expected it to be, mainly because the 3D glasses made everything so dark I could hardly make out the actor’s faces. The dimness made it difficult to feast on the movie’s visual extravagance.

After watching TRON, we went to a Christian church for a mass/concert. It was funny because no one in my family is Christian. We were invited by one of my mom’s friends so we ended up experiencing the more religious side to Christmas.

On Christmas day, we went shopping and had dinner with relatives. I even made gingerbread cookies, which ended up tasting kind of gross, no offense to myself.

Then on Boxing Day, we opened presents and had a Christmas movie marathon. Although the word ‘marathon’ would be an understatement considering how we only managed to get through 2 movies.

All in all, it was a pretty good Christmas so hope everyone had a great Christmas as well and enjoy the rest of your holidays!