These are my new resolutions for the new year :) Thanks Baz!
Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
I can't think of anything to write. sigh. We got mini dumplings for dinner, and Gids' had his first bath without a meow's complaint. Good kitty. Now I shall sleep. Have a happy new year everyone :) The drinks are on me tonight.
Ten semi-naked sticks, hanging on the magpie; ten semi-naked sticks, hanging on the magpie; and if one semi-naked stick should accidentally rub up against a fruit pastille, there'd be nine semi-naked sticks, hanging on the magpie... :shock: Random and Surreal. Don't ask.
My nose turns red in cold weather. I'm called Poojolph. Or Vodolph, which sounds very german to me. 8 degrees... I even got new pink fluffy slippers. I think I'mna be living off soup the next couple of days. Too cold to sit here and write. Time to go cuddle on the sofa with some hot chocolate and a fuzzy kittun on my lap. Giddy puffs up in cold weather. Whee.
I only have two winter tops to wear. And the green one makes me look busty. What is this world coming to...sigh.
In other news, it is 10 degrees where I live and I do not have a high tolerance to cold weather. Brrr...I might do, if it snowed, but it doesn't, so there.
Someone cuddle me so I can just sleep and sleep till it's spring again..sigh.
I had an Alright christmas. During the day our estate had a small party with a chinese santa claus. :roll: *grin* Oh well. *laugh* Slightly perverted too. Later on at night I went to an engagement party of a couple I barely know. Oh Well. Thought I'd pop by with some pictures. Enjoy :)
Me and Kich at the funfair.
*laugh* Kich's friend. Her face cracks me up. so adorable.
Ain't kich such a handsome darling in his tux?
Enthusiastically cutting up his chicken...
Not so much cutting as stabbing...
Oh, why not just spear it. *grin*
Myself and a friend. Such posers, no? *laugh*
The gorgeous walk back home, lit up at night.
Hope ya'll had a good christmas. Can't wait for the new year! Cheers!
Twas a good day...Met Tezbug in the afternoon, went to Hard Rock Cafe and chilled. Had a Turkey BLT and a fudge sundae which was absolutely divine :) Met Vini later. Twas nice. Hope she likes her present (I shan't reveal what it is, just in case she stumbles across here). We had Hot Chocolate Icecream, Went shopping, Walked around, Went to Starbucks, Took Gorgeous photos of the skyline, which I shall post up soon. For Now, I am tired...But the night has just begun. Have a Great Christmas Everyone!
I love night-time. Something about it that wraps you up in its cool warmth and cushions you like a buoyant pillow, so that you are both a spectator allowed to observe the going ons around you as well as being part of it yourself. Then there are the people you meet. Some shadowy, cold, and full of malice. Others heaven sent to watch your step and draw you in to their warmth. Cold nights, warm people. Right from the inside out. Like Hot chocolate ice cream. :) Now, whats this subject title about, hmm? I used to think up many chicken comics with BlaqRose, and some of the ideas were quite interesting. Oestrogen overdose - chicken sitting, and looking quite bewildered, on a pile of eggs. Moulting chicken - Feathers falling off. Witty comment yet to be made. Depressed chicken - A black cloud over its head, and looking decidedly disgruntled. And so forth. But, turning to other topics, I went to the old estate where I used to live, and went to the garden there. It was magical. I remember everything in that area so clearly...I visited each building I had lived in (9 in total - Parents get bored easily) and, well, got a bagful of oranges and snacked while taking photos. The garden is actually called Lingnan garden, however I call it the Emperor's garden as it is modeled on an ancient emperor's garden and is absolutely gorgeous. However I was only able to take a few pictures, as the light was fading and my camera is/was crap. Enjoy. :)
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Hope you enjoyed the walk through the woods. *grin*
A long day. But purty. Hong Kong's skyline is gorgeous around christmas time, but less so as the years pass. I miss the christmas before '97. Gideon got his vaccination today. Poor kittun has a sore bum. Hilarious was what happened yesterday night, when he sat on the remote control and the TV turned on. I wondered who was in the living room, went to take a look and Gids shot right past me. Found him cowering in my room looking like a gigantic puffball. Honest, his fur was fluffed That big. *laugh* Sadly, Gids has also earmites. *sigh* Which means 2 weeks of medication. Luckily it isn't bad. early stages. Walked along the harbour today. So...fresh. Salty air, lots of people walking around. Pictures! Ready, steady, shoot.
Fuzzily pretty.
Tis prettier in real life. You need to experience it!
The Peninsula Hotel has the best decorations this year. Simple yet stylish. Just suspended stars looking so gorgeous.
I have looked back, two years into my past and found the following things said by myself which I now wish to forget..Or rather, to remember in the lightest way. Deep breath, here we go:
We are slaves of our own contempt. You're something I'd be looking for a long time from now. I don't need 10 years to know what I want. Does the absence of love mean the existence of hatred? I don't make promises. You've misinterpreted my dreams, therefore made me lose sight of them. Stop being the damned pebble on my still surface. I don't want to be the one to make you cry, or to lead you a place you cannot return from. There's no such thing as perfection. Freedom has its constraints. Yes. No. You're incapable of waiting, unlike myself. I've too much time left. I can afford to do so. Theres no point in having my choices affect yours in the long run. Don't say that. I'm not afraid to commit, however if I commit now, I won't ever be noncommital again. I'm committed to, not for life. I don't have time to sleep. I'll smile when I'm happy, and frown when I'm not. This is the end. Understandably. Its not mutual, but it is an end.
Mmm. All those directed at one person. Over the next few days I'm going to be revisiting my past. Stories and such..The good, the bad, the ugly. Suddenly I feel like I'm running out of time. All my memories have to be written down before I forget them. Before those who are involved forget them. Tread softly, lest the ice breaks and we or I fall through.
Ever get the feeling that you're walking on glass, even with people you love the most? Sometimes the glass ought to break. Just so the terseness of the situation is released through the pain of each shard.
A poem I found on a scrap of paper, that I have only the vaguest memory of writing. Written in blood. Tsk. I can't remember if it were my own or someone elses. *shudder* Bloody hell I scare myself sometimes. Turbulent pasts. Its dated 2000.
Moments Missed
In my own pool of blood i lay In my own sorry state Twice i warned you of this time Twice you left it late.
How often did you stop to hear How often did you try? Because of you i now know pain Because of you i cry.
The blood it seeps between the cracks My personal taste of sin The pain of what is felt outside Outweighs the pain within.
Come hold me in your stronger will I don't wish to die alone I have not the voice to speak up now To the stranger in your bones.
You first loved then you did hurt The deepest gullible soul I have not more to say to you You did achieve your goal.
In the end it doesn't matter In the end it's all the same. What you did and what you said It was simply all a game.
Too much talk of sin, lately. Sigh. I wonder what the circumstances of this poem were. :shock:
Today I asked myself 'Why look to a future that may not exist?'... Perhaps because its all I have left. Dreams are all I have left...But even my own answer didn't reassure me. I dream, often. I'll be a Psychoanalyst one day. I'll study hard for it...do what I have to do. But then somehow beyond that My visions blur and I see nothing. I see myself accomplishing the life I was made to lead but after that its all a blank. What then? I hate to say this but I am a rigid planner. *laugh I plan, but it needn't be in a particular order. I love the spontaneity of just falling into life, but the fact that I have pinpointed the areas which are likely to be like that once again make it seem preplanned. Yeesh. Its not myself alone who can spontaneously cause things to happen. I tend to depend on others for spontaneity which I hope isn't seen as taking an advantage. Then I wander off thinking what part of my future am I living for...It boils down to self, obviously, but what is self without the influence and accomodation of others? Is it people, technology, work, play...numerous things. Oh well. Thats my ponderous bubble. One day I'll be a successful Psychoanalyst. One day, some day. Beyond that...who knows? I lived for the moment which has yet to come. What do you live for?
Well, no. Not technically a birthday party as her birthday isn't till later, but still! It was good. We ate at Nomads. Here are the pictures! More will be added when received from other cameras :wink:
From left to right, Veronica, Myself, Sonal, Jessica And Jennifer (Twins!)
Nicole And Myself. No clue as to why this picture was fuzzy. I still like it though.
Some of our school assembled on 1/3rd of the steps. The rest (behind me) are on the field. Final Assembly. I hate the black stuff on astroturf. Yiech. Try walking on pillows in 4 inch heels.
Gideon Knows he's been a naughty boy...But he's still getting his present from under the tree!
Thats all for now folks :) More as they come in. *nods*
Wheeeeeeee! I'm spazzing with joy ;) Now, I shall sleep. I will wake early, in order to go to the post office to mail off presents and cards. I have presents this year too, under my tree, and I hardly ever do...So Heartfelt, honest heartfelt thank you's from me :) It really is the season of giving, I had so much fun with the secret santa ;) and giving all of you, my new friends this year, presents. I'm so happy. I feel like I've been good this year. hehe. I feel like I'm loved and safe and warm. All fuzzy inside. Time. Look! It's My New tree! Gids mangled the last one. hehe. It was a disgrace to trees everywhere with three branches and two ornaments. This one's about a foot tall and stands on top of my fridge so Gids can't get his squeaky lil claws into it. And I got presents! *Squeal* I'm so excited this year. hehe. I'm bouncing off the walls and on the sofas. I feel three years old again :)
You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.
You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.
Despite a rough night with 2 hours of sleep, and a day with work coming in by the bookful for the holidays, I feel somewhat refreshed, if not in body, atleast in mind. I did the mile sprint to catch my bus in order to get home early as there was no work today. Caught it. Got the front seat of the top deck so I was incredibly happy, even though I missed the scenery as I fell asleep. That was the most refreshing nap I've had since...since a long time. I even had the energy to walk home with two bags and there was, I admit, this spring to my step. So I was walking, and I was thinking..How much I love Hong Kong. The smells, the sights, even the sounds. Even that darn Mr. Softee Van at 2am in the morning with its horrible music. Its home. The old ladies, 70 years old, pushing these wooden trolleys three times their weight up narrow, slanted streets without so much as a pant. Their slow, precise shuffle...I admire them. They're slaves to their own work, yet have this sense of freedom around them. This almost delicate femininity that you can't detect except by the clothes they wear. They're doing what they want to do. That, and occasionally their swearing at me to get out of their way. I admire them in a way I don't admire others...It's different. They're part of this country and though most will ignore them, it's amazing the smiles they break into when you pass by and smile a greeting. The smells from the chinese herb shops that make my nose crinkle...and which i've grown to love. The way the traffic signals work... The older men and women doing t'aichi in the early morning...So slow, so precise. When I walked towards my building block I got stopped by a lady who I've seen but never spoken to. She just complimented me on an outfit I don't remember wearing and told me I was known as the pretty girl in block number -. *smile* I don't remember that outfit. But sigh...it was sweet. I've made a new friend. Tis the little things like this that just make my heart feel like its going to burst. Its not pride, its love. This is home. All of it. Perhaps not where I retire at the end of every day, but the whole place...It's home. I wake up to the sweet thoughts of someone I love every morning. I come home to two fuzzy little darlings (Kichi and Gids), both who'll wait patiently outside my door, even if I'm in the toilet! *laugh* I go to sleep after blowing three kisses out the window every night. I feel so...content. And now I have oranges...my favourite fruit. And a full belly because of a lunch I cooked... It's been really eye-opening. And if you peek into the chatterbox on my left, someone even said I was pretty :P *laugh* Its these little things that really honestly make me smile. They may be words, but its sweet, and perhaps its just the phrase/thought that counts sometimes to brighten up your day. Even the thought of a spanish essay due in tomorrow is not fazing me. I think I'll go curl up in the last rays of the sun. Something to savor. Do me a favour, and go compliment someone today...Anyone. :) You'd be surprised at how good it feels.
I wanna nap, and the darn thing won't stop playing it's rotten music. Wheres a kangaroo when I need one. Yes, I am making sense only to myself. Leave the projectile in peace.
It's been one of those long, lonely days... I'm tired, and cold, and miserable. Yes, I finishedmy christmas shopping but I grew that bit depressed on the way back home. I definately know I'll still be working over the holidays, and might be going to Beijing too, for a couple of days. Recently, I've been on the outside looking in...I'm a little bit sad, a little bit weary...So many people, yet I still feel so alone. Then my eyes get wet and I get angry at myself. Maybe I'm just overworked. Just one of those nights I guess. I'd better stop blogging, cos Its almost 9, I just got home and I have two exams tomorrow. Goodnight ya'll. Leave a bit o' love and cheer me up?
You do realise we had weird-arse conversations over the dinner table? Football players wearing bras, somehow got linked to their butts. Using a baby's head to bowl with. Gideon being killed. I said Kissed, not Killed! I now know how shock registers on each and every one of your faces. :p The fact that Amber goes 'Aww, thats so cute' In unison with me everytime a present is opened, except I add (quietly) 'What is it?' to the end of the coo. Not knowing which shoulder to throw salt over after you spill salt (Just chuck em over both! that should do the trick) And to end, S discovering her love of mustard after eating that weird concoction of leftovers mixed together in one huge bowl. Now for the pictures!
Cute, the way you had to stand on a chair Amber ;)
Gabby, Myself and Sonal
Absolutely Divine Fudge Brownie!
Tez and Mamta
My personal favourite, Amber, Myself and Adrienna
Gorgeous night. I love you HRC. And Amber. And the Fudge Brownie. *grin*
I'm happy. I like my outfit today. All red and black. Black thong, black silk stockings, red skirt and black top. *nodnod* And Gideon on my lap. What more could I ask for? He likes to bat at my hair when I'm using the pc..he'll just reach up from my lap and lazily swipe at it. *laugh* He Loves Norah Jones. Falls asleep to it everytime. *grin* I ought to go take a shower. I need to find my stilettos.
This goes out to all you gorgeous lovers out there
Norah Jones - Don't Know Why
I waited 'til I saw the sun I don't know why I didn't come I left you by the house of fun I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day I wished that I could fly away Instead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Out across the endless sea I would die in ecstasy But I'll be a bag of bones Driving down the road alone
My heart is drenched in wine But you'll be on my mind Forever
Something has to make you run I don't know why I didn't come I feel as empty as a drum I don't know why I didn't come I don't know why I didn't come
I visited my primary school today... Memories have flooded back and I am so...overwhelmed. It was good. I've two essays due in tomorrow morning. Dang. Perhaps I'll post again later :)
My mother is such an idiot sometimes. Gideon ran behind the temple around 10 in the morning and got stuck. He was scared of the vacuum cleaner. I got home just now, 5pm and pulled him out. He's terrified... Sigh. She said she saw him run but thought he was sleeping there instead. Claims she didn't see the wires behind the temple. Worried me. I'm tired. A lot of work to do tonight. Ciao ya'll.
He's so gorgeous.. He trusts me now, and it felt SO good. I put him in his litterbox after the meal, but he jus climbed out, into my lap, curled up and started purring for half an hour non-stop.
Okay, I shall now proceed to explain why I am not on AYP. Our group (Death of a naturalist) Were on the last leg, and we climbed up roughly 1000-2000 steps. We got to the top of the mountain (Mr. R, If you call that a hill one more time..) and it was dark. And very windy. Twice while going up the stairs It got so windy that I got blown over. Understandable, as it is December and tis cold now. Well, We got to the top, and realised even though the teacher at the checkpoint said it would take 3 hours to get to the campsite, we realised we would not be able to make it in time. It was now horribly windy, cold, and almost damp. There was no light except from our torches. If we turned them off we could barely see our hands in front of us. We had to continue down the mountain, then up again, along a ridge, and then down once more to the campsite. We'd climbed about 2-3km, and had about 8-9 to go. Later we were told that the final going down bit involved cutting through a forest. Sure we would...In pitch darkness? Na uh. No way. I didn't know it at the time but I'd already twisted my ankle. Sigh. So we decided we'd go back down the stairs to the checkpoint. I had to lead, as my torch was the strongest...Apprehensive, but we made it down. So, Triumphantly, we can say we didn't quit, but we weren't disqualified either. In the circumstances it was just too dangerous to continue. I was also told later that we are able to retake the assessment, so all is not lost *grin* But I'm positive that the right decision has been made, and that we all got home in one piece, even though the bus took forever to arrive and even though, at 7:45, when we were back at the checkpoint at the bottom of the mountain, I only got home at 11:30. I counted 37 scratches on one leg, and 41 on the the other, respectively. My shoulders are sore as are my hips...all purple bruises. Not to mention my ankle..But I'll be aight. I'm just glad everyone's okay. Ooh, We saw a plane crash! I was almost near the top of the mountain (I had a rhythm going..climb twenty, stop for 5 seconds, then do another 20 and so forth) I looked up and saw what I thought was a flare at first, so I yelled down to Sonal climbing below me and pointed it out...When we got to the top (all 6 of us) Nelson told us it was a plane. He saw the wings and tail on fire, and heard the BOOM when it crashed. I probably didn't hear it because the wind was howling. Eerie. Anyway, We're all safe. Dignity intact too. I didn't manage any pictures, but I'll need to rest to recuperate. I found a poem I wrote yonks ago.
Sometimes
It is my fault Though it wasn't my time I apologise profusely For I put the tear in your eye
Don't blame yourself You know it wasn't you If you'd just take a look I'd be crying too.
I wish to reach out And dry your tears Hold you close Quell your fears
Its too late now, But you knew from the start Sometimes I wish We hadn't had to part.
So now it ends This forsaken lullaby For the empty end, It became...Nevermind.
Odd. I dug it up on a scrap of paper. Sort of suits my mood right now though. Have a gdday ya'll!
Havn't packed AYP tomorrow. If we ain't at the campsite by 5, disqualified! Its a 12 hour walk we have to accomplish in 8. I leave at 5 tomorrow morning. Wish me luck, tis the assessment... Miss ya'll. Eat and sleep properly. I'll reply to your comments as soon as I get back! (Monday)
Someone shoot me with a tranquiliser..I need sleep. *curls up* and I've got three chapters of Psychology to do.. Lesson 4 I had to finish Psychology on the pc. Then lunch, I stayed in to finish some more. Then after that, I had a free so I stayed in once again...3.5 hours of nonstop work, and I still have 3 chapters. And AYP this weekend. And a kitten coming on monday. Sleep. Gnite all.
Hopeless/Useless/Annoyed at Myself