Saturday, March 19, 2011

managed to spend eight hundred dollars in four days, without really buying anything at all.

And that's Hong Kong for you. You had to pay for INTERNET. I was practically weeping when I saw the sign in the hotel. Anyway!
Our first day consisted of a flight, seemingly endless subway- sorry, MTR journeys, and the most pointless shopping trip imaginable. It started at 8:30 and finished at (I think, my memory often fails me) 9:30, which meant that halfway through our shopping spree, all the shops had closed. I did manage to buy one hideously expensive thing though. Which will be revealed when I get round to photographing it.
After the fruitless shopping attempt, the whole group took a walk along the..pier (?) thing and we all sat down; deep inside we're all narcissists so of course there were pictures.
I usually paint only the nails on my left hand because I'm right handed and clumsy like that
Oh jeez I just realised how text-light this post will be (like all my other posts, you say). Revel in my beautifully composed photography, guys.

I do the V sign so much that I'm not even making fun of it anymore, which depresses me

Gnomes and Michelle

Me, Manni and Ann!

Ooh, I almost forgot. There is a video. Oh yes. A VIDEO. It's completely inane, and there are a few seconds of me trying to find a star in the night sky with my camera (I swear, at the time it was right there) but it offers valuable insight into the conversations of teenage girls. And how weird my accent sounds now, after being surrounded by American accents for three years. I was sure I still sounded British. Well, anyway, here it is in all it's dim glory.

Shoot. The video won't upload...this is awkward.

Well, I just watched two episodes of Being Human while waiting for the video to load. Being Human episodes  are an hour long. And they're amazing. You'd think a show based on a werewolf, a vampire and a ghost living together would be ridiculous but no. Somehow, they've made it addictive; not in the guilty Jersey Shore (confession: I've never watched it, but from the popularity of the show and the many, many articles about it I'm guessing it's so bad that it's good) way but in the House/Black Books/Skins/Misfits way. It helps that Annie is Sugar from Sugar Rush, George was in Doctor Who for an episode or two, and Mitchell is...well, a vampire. With eyes that occasionally turn black. Who else really wants Annie and Mitchell to get together? I'm only on the third episode (damn my slow download speed) but I love them together. This post was not meant to turn into a rave about Being Human. 

Oh god, my mother is singing My Heart Will Go On.
That's probably a signal for me to leave.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

sick day

Yesterday the nurse refused to call my mum to take me home even though I was shaking, nauseous and in constant pain. Today, I stayed at home rather than struggle through the day cursing schools.
So, I abandoned writing this post because I was half-dead at that point. But, the show must go on. Or, the post must go on. Ah. I'm really lame. No wonder nobody ever comments.
Anyway, I was looking through my computer folders because I was bored to death and confined to my bed, and I found a picture that I'd taken a while ago (still had my fringe, which grew out improbably quickly).

All arty and meaningful, right? RIGHT?
If I'm honest, I was just trying to do a topknot like Susie Bubble (complete stalker, I know.) and got distracted by Lily Allen.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

I'm pretty sure they photoshopped me in this photo because my legs are suspiciously slim

Bow from market stall, jacket from Susan James, t-shirt from Uniqlo, skirt from H&M, petticoat from AA, tights from giant, anonymous department store, shoes from Rocket Dog. Oh and bag was a gift from Naomi! H&M too.

And well, if they did then I'm kind of annoyed because, seriously, are my legs an affront to your sensibilities, This completely detracts from my excitement at having my photo taken by a streetstyle photographer!

Unless my exercise plan (which consists of a few half hearted push ups every once in a while, in an effort to have more arm strength than my little brother) is working and has resulted in a magical loss of weight, I think they photoshopped me. I mean, in the centre photo don't my legs look...tubular?
Anyway, I digress.
In China, people are, in general, much less shy about staring. And taking photos. And pointing. And laughing, while commenting loudly in Chinese how weird you look (YES I HEARD THAT, MAN IN SCARF.).
So, you can imagine my day. I mean, come on, it's a giant bow. If you don't get random people with giant cameras trying to discreetly take your photo (without permission, I might add) then something is very wrong. 
I felt especially conspicuous in the I.T. Market (Comme Des Garcons,YSL and McQueen etc., oh my god it was amazing) where every shop assistant was like my style dreams come true, as well as being very attentive. And, we spotted a girl from our school who we momentarily planned to stalk because she was buying clothes from CDG, and therefore is amazing.

this is my take-the-photo-already-the-sun-is-in-my-eyes face
Well, I couldn't go window shopping with friends all day and not eat. We went to a cupcake and coffee shop called Colibri, which according to Naomi had amazing cupcakes and giant bowls of soup. The soup was, in a word, delectable (God, I sound pretentious) but the cupcakes were a bit dry. I like my baked goods to have a fudge-y consistency.

franken-cupcake, DIY-ed by Naomi

Alex's Mocha cupcake
The food photos aren't exactly the arty, beautifully composed and vibrant pictures you expect to see on a blog- partly because my camera doesn't do that cool thing that all streetstyle photographers' cameras do (where they blur the background but leave the subject in focus) and partly because I was too busy eating creamy, scaldingly hot soup.
I have to go pack for the Hong Kong Literary Festival trip.
Only hand luggage allowed.
How will I fit my giant bow inside?!