Dusty Polaroid #1

Here's a polaroid of us months back (God I'm really slow in updating photos) with F in his full I-just-got-into-NS-behold finery and geeky specs he always had a fetish for. Sorry baby. This is to save my blog from looking so bare and naked. Think of the greater good.

Anyways, so this morning I got a text from F asking me on a Spontaneous Jet Date. And so in the evening we checked out flight schedules and booked our tickets to Hong Kong for this Thursday. It's so... fast and instantaneous. I love it. Hate waiting.

We're leaving this Thursday morning, technically the night of Wednesday and will be back on Saturday, just in time for K's farewell gathering. She's going to China to apparently visit ports (C said this) and I'm gonna miss her so much. Sigh.

Don't know if I should bring my Olympus Pen to HK or the beloved, trusty Canon. On one hand, I can take awesome pictures with my baby Canon but I don't want to lug it around when I visit historical monuments that houses Prada and such. It also wouldn't fit in my Chanel backpack, which I'm planning on carrying when I go shopping sight-seeing as it doesn't get in my way. I'm still not familiar with the Pen and most pictures turn out a little blurry. But it is smaller, so. Hmm.

I ramble on about irrelevant things when I'm excited, nervous or happy. I also go way over the boundaries of TMI. Can you tell?

It's not Japan, but I'm kinda giving up on that already. The Home of The Kitty remains elusive as long as the Yen continues strong. Sigh. But I do love Hong Kong and its awesome labels. H&M, you're gonna be within my grasp again, mahahaha.

-Edit

FUCK I just realized my Chanel necklace is supposed to come this week. ARFHHHHHHH

Some wants are needs

A little Wednesday pick-me-up.

Am feeling random.

Train of thought is so jumbled up it derailed. Have a lot of things to blog about but when fingers touch the keyboard, writer's block descends. Been thinking about my life recently. Most people look back 10 years and go, 'Omg, what was I thinking wearing that disaster' I look back 2 months. And I don't mean it as a good thing. My mindset, opinions change so quickly I don't know where to turn, where to look. Something that seemed like a good idea 10mins ago sucked now.

Last night. Late in bed. Qt all tuckered out. Arm around me. I started thinking... 3 years ago, what I did then seemed pretty... nothing to me. Looking back now, I was a monster. Inexcusable. Apologizing, explaining - all useless now. We all think we're so smart, at 9, 13, 15 years old. But truth is, we do grow, and experience makes us stronger, and way smarter.

So listen to your mom.