beware guys who've recently gained a lot of weight

... look at the hem of your pants, are they hanging in mid-air, not quite touching the top of your shoes?

i'm stealing someone's observation (who'll remain anon. here as i don't want to get him into trouble), but there are so many people (esp middle-aged bankers) out there who haven't bought new pants in a while.  so as they gain a little bit of a tummy, the waist of their pants slide up, the seats get tighter, and the hem of the pants are lifted, exposing the top of their shoes.  i can even see what colour socks their wearing (and ew, sometimes their hairy legs if socks aren't pulled up)

know what 'm talkin' about?

so ghetto

betrayed by people i considered good friends today

i don't know whether i feel angry or disappointed

and what's worse... what i am hearing back isn't even accurate.  but it's hurt someone extremely dear to me and whose feelings and opinion i hold to the highest esteem

i've always wanted to trust people (and i did).   why are people so malicious?

what do you think about reading horoscopes?

better to know than not to know?

my luck yesterday's supposed to be fair, and today it's supposed to be bad.  yikes.  yesterday was a v bad day already... what's today going to be like?

[sitting on the edge of my seat]

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$499 for a mac mini.  tempting

Geek post

alright alright i'm a now-converted Mac user. i've always been a PC girl growing up (thought Macs were for non saavy users) but now their machines are really too beautiful to pass up

as peter pointed out, even Jack Bauer was spotted using a power book in 24.  c'mon, who can beat that for the coolness factor?!

link to news on the annual mac convention this week:

http://www.macrumors.com/pages/2005/01/20050110022542.shtml

new year, gotta come with new beginnings (and new toys).  oooh what to get ...  powerbook vs power macs.  any thoughts?

the tsunami disaster victims need you

i know this is a little late, but here is a list of donation agencies in HK (with links to their HQ websites) for those who still haven't made donations

please give; every penny counts

i was on vacation with peter when it happened and luckily escaped unscathed (in fact we didn't see any of the damage at all) It was only until we went to the Phuket airport to fly home, and saw people in wheelchairs, people bandaged up, babies screaming, people fighting their way to the counters to get on flights, the despair/helpessless/fatigue and grief in people's eyes, that the magnitude of the destruction really hit me

i still get quite disturbed when i see clips of Patong beach, and the area where the nightmarket we just visited (now only an empty flat mudfield littered with debris) .... i wonder where the chatty women who sold me that von dutch mini skirt and the eager local man who took us to the back of his shop to buy DVD's are now

please give; these people really need you

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Red cross 

Website: www.redcross.org.hk (Donate online: http://www.redcross.org.hk/donation/user_donation.asp?langid=1)

Enquiries: 28020021 (office hours), 61857693 (non-office hours)

Talk about 

being desperate

You know, i am quite fond of my alma mater, but this is just too much:

http://www.wellesleytowed.com

girls, WHAT ON EARTH would possess you to 1) create this site and 2) put your profile up?

'tis a sad day for all W grads

as a kid, i always thought that my parents were invincible. the implicit thought being that they were always going to be there for me

but in recent years i started hearing about my parents' friends catching terminal illnesses, some passing away, my uncle losing his leg to diabetes (and almost losing the other one now), and in a more extreme case, a couple being murdered by their live-in driver

and all of a sudden they don't seem so invincible anymore. nothing is permanent is it

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yesterday, my parents were 25 minutes late in meeting me for dinner.  i paced back and forth, back and forth Times Square, called both their cell phones 20 odd times, but no one picked up. nor did i get a call from dad telling me they'll be late.  it was so unlike them to be completely unreachable

after 15 minutes i started panicking. "why are they not here yet? why are neither of them answering their phones? why have they not called?"

at 20 minutes: "this cannot be happening.  what happened to them?  were they caught in car accident"? i saw, so vividly in my head a smashed up merc on the side of the street, road blocks, flashing yellow lights, police sirens blaring, my unconscious parents being lifted into the ambulance and sped away to the hospital

dear god, no

head spinning, i backtracked the way they would've walked to come meet me. and lo and behold, saw them walking briskly towards me across the street

oblivious to the cars racing down the street, i sped across to go meet them

all that frustration and fear just poured out of me then ... i squeezed my mom's hands hard and started balling "you CANNOT do that again you CANNOT be unreachable like that do you know HOW WORRIED i was?" 

my mom was alarmed at my reaction but gave me a hug, patted my hand and said "daughter, don't be scared, no matter what happens mommy'll always be here for you"

and that made it better, but just a little bit (i usually HATE it when i hear that phrase coz i'm usually at my weakest when she uses it, and feeling her unconditional love is so overwhelming that it unfailingly makes me cry. especially if i was pretending to be strong)

i don't ever want to be scared like that again

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last week was one terrible mistake after another but i'll do my best to make it better.  i promise you

| Download of the day: Moby - We are all made of stars |

Rouge

My wonderful boyfriend gave me 3 dozens red roses for our 3 months' "anniversary" (is there a word for monthly celebrations?). they're breathtakingly beautiful, velvety and lush

sadly, roses are so vulnerable and hard to keep... and i can't help but wince every time a petal falls. 

for a second or two they would linger on the edge of the folds, then slowly peel off with silent resignation.  how can death be so graceful?

sometimes a whole bunch of them will fall off in unison, as if they're tired of holding on and decide to let go together. and the whole rose will disintegrate before my eyes  

you see, _i'm_ guilty of contributing to their decay, moving them, reshuffling them, leaving a trail of petals carrying the vase to the bathroom, a sea of velvety redness all over the sink

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nonetheless for the brief period while they're in full bloom, they're the most gorgeous flowers i've ever laid eyes on

trying not to gloat, but i'm luckiest girl in the universe

happy 3 mo's baby

Keep the faith alvin ;P

So ugly $25 green dress made in Vietnam turns out to be not so ugly afterall (as long as picture is blurred).  Having said that it looks NOTHING like the original (i  chloe stuff)

My wardrobe is in an absolute mess but i'm torn between cleaning that up, sorting thru my music library and reading my PADI diver's manual.  and so i've been wandering around different areas of my flat where i've set up separate "work stations" (picture lots of open books and crumpled clothes on the floor), making half-arsed attempts to clean up / geek out / read.  look where it's gotten me (nowhere!) ... i've given up on all three and started updating this blog instead.  damn my short attention span

My cats like to lick me.  there's a sand-paper like, raspy feel to their tongues. cute until you remember where else they've been licking

peter's in new york.  i miss him  

Help

i am really really really out of wits on how to make my cat shut up at night.  Hobbes keeps meowing and meowing constantly and it's driving me insane!  have tried saying "SHHHH", clamping his mouth shut with my fingers, slapping his ass and even using a water gun but he's still meowing away... i suspect he thinks we're playing a game with him coz he'll run to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment, and after 10 minutes hurl himself into the bedroom door and starting meowing again.  i don't remmeber *how* many times peter and i had to get up to try and shut him up but it's definitely north of 10 times

ugh.  really don't know what can mellow him out.. any ideas / suggestions much appreciated

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this is how my head feels today, although trance is good to work to..

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| Download of the day: Dj Bk - Trancemania Ti (trance Megam!x) |