a picture worths a thousand words

and if thats the case, i hope the pictures can make up for my long absence.

couple wallet! woohooo

brunch at caffe habitu with amiga...plus revision obviously as you can see my pencil case

for some reason this place makes you work harder than you usually do,

and it has some special healing power...

its not exactly feeling like home

its cozy, but special, not something you'll visit everyday

and because of that, you chat, and you chat with sincerity and audacity

oh perhaps its just the italian interior design that confuses me

or maybe it is the people i go with that makes me feel so happy :)

conclusion: don't ever underestimate kids' financial power. lol

those dark days during exam period...fighting till i see the sunlight

and keep reminding myself nothing is impossible...this is what i got after removing the cap

rushing off chinese!

trying to comprehend numbers and symbols...a poor attempt though i must admit

giving up is not easy at all...it is just another type of persistence. do you get me?

but you can see what intense studies do to your..uh...head.

oh and general health too! cos you're hot and you're cold, and you're yes and you're no

wearing cardigan upside down, flipping the bottom over my shoulder...

there you go, a 'poncho', if you would.

obviously freaked out...reading through Brighton Rock once again

(probably the worst approach ever for lit revision)

and that's when a cup of tea comes in...don't sleep don't sleep...

and how can you miss out comfort food! yoghourt with banana and cereal

no kidding, i survived!

amiga you've been too nice to me...eu amo voce. and i mean it.

the best experience for palates...my grandma's steamed chicken

the mother's-day-like father's day...in 20 years time this outfit will be mine muahaha

like mother like daughter...the shopaholics/hand-me-downs

oh did i mention i have cleopatra's hair?

rounding up the father/mother's day with shanghainese dinner

edit:

i almost forgot to write something about the layout. well pretty obviously i've changed it.

the new design templates are simply awesome and computer illiterates-friendly, which i'm very pleased about it. thanks google. and out of all the beautiful pictures, i chose this bedroom theme. it's quite metaphoric...its just the most (supposedly?) comfy spot at home, and there's where i usually dream, come up with my own thoughts, write a bit of diary...pretty much suits the purpose of this blog, but except this is a declaration of wordlove and a platform of sharing.

yes i know i am wasted.

and thats exactly why i need a haven from doing absoeffinglutely nothing. (thanks to ms chanwan for helping me to master the art of swearing so well.)

like i've said in my first post, i need this blog so badly, cos one of the reasons is that my article got rejected, and therefore I am here to be my own publisher! and here it is - i have to start using material from my little storage:

When Fashion Goes Eco-Friendly

What does newspaper mean to you? News, news and more news, literally papers of news? A subscription that you are made to make? Or some scrap paper to wrap up food remains before

sposing of? To Mr. Wong, newspaper has become his innovation in his bag-making career.

In the midst of city-wandering on a chilly Sunday with scattered showers, a few friends of mine and I got lost in the middle of the SoHo district in Central, trying to figure out where the famous-for-antique Hollywood Road is. Instead of looking for a map, my friend led us to try an error by passing through a narrow alley while I was still wondering if that is safe, especially when the street is utterly quiet with trucks unloading goods. Most of the shops were closed, but except one – a bright little shop with glaring florescent lighting out of the dark lane, with some tote bags dangling at the front of the store and a simple charcoal logo that reads “RECYCLED” with the first ‘E’ flipped to the left and uniquely in green.

We went into the shop out of curiosity, and as we took a closer look, these bags are no ordinary totes. The bags indeed were outlined by leather and buckles, but surprisingly you will be able to find large and small fonts here and there upside-down. If you are lucky, you may even find images like Obama’s big-headed pictures. The shop has got its name right – the bags are in fact made of newspapers, literally recycling uncontaminated, wasted papers.

A lot of bags these days are claimed to be made of eco-friendly materials that can be completely dissolved when discarded into soil, or even written boldly in fancy fonts to tell it is not a plastic bag. But these newspaper bags themselves have already carried the message – one that is much stronger, crystal-clear and more obvious to be easily understood in a glance.

‘You can feel the weather getting hot. Christmas in Hong Kong used to be cold, and I’m wearing T-shirts these days.’ said Mr. Max Wong, the shopkeeper as well as inventor of RECYCLED Bags, ‘Newspaper is something every family will use and everyone accepts. Who doesn’t? And it can be recycled. We could have saved a lot of paper by making good use of it. I just got these (newspapers) from the hotel next door. They (his products) turn out to be quite fashionable, don’t they?’

Not only is newspaper used for Mr. Wong’s bags, but a wide variety of recycled material ranges from traditional Cantonese rice bags to the red-white-blue canvas bag. If you still find these too dull and conventional, you can try the purses with bright tropic colours and shiny surface which are made of DHL express card boxes.

‘We are now also having Kowloon Dairy’s sponsorship.’ he said, as he showed me cardboards printed with the green skimmed-milk cartons we see every day in supermarkets. ‘They are sponsoring us for free, asking if we can turn these into bags.’

True, RECYCLED may be a small creative industry, but its sale is surprisingly fair. Celebrities like famous singer Nicolas Tse, the elder twin of the local ‘maverick film directors’ Peng Shun, Model Ankie Beilke have also shown their support for RECYCLED bags by purchasing several purses all at a time. ‘Westerners like the design. I guess they find it meaningful with traces of the Hong Kong style.’

Well, who knows? Maybe recycled materials and eco-friendly purses will be the vogue for the new decade. Girls, save yourselves some quotas from bland branded designers – an insightful yet chic design awaiting your appreciation and, of course, guilt-free usage!

(oh and you can actually carry Obama around! :P)

edit: after serious consideration and a revisit to the shop, i have decided not to advertise the shop, and therefore the address of the shop is deleted. i'll further explain on that in the next post. pls note that the focus of uploading this article to share my hardwork and to seek recognition of my dedication to writing. thank you so much, my fellow subscribers and passers-by.

Donnez-moi une leçon de sorryology

Okay. seriously. what's so wrong with saying sorry?

I know sometimes I'm saying sorry a lot, but then, why is it even wrong when it is necessary (to me) and when everyone's interpretation and definition of "sorry" is different?

Let's put it this way.

Let Sorry be "dui ng ju"

Let Excusez-moi be "ng goi"

and Let ThankYou be "ng goi"/"doh jeh"

"ng goi" is always how i start my conversations. i mean, even in english, you would say "excuse me" to grap someone's attention. ...or am i wrong? it doesnt mean i'm feeling sorry for bothering you, but it was necessary to grap someon's attention. like, you won't go to an macdonald's counter and say, "Oy/Yo/Hey, can you fetch me a cheese burger combo?", no?

and when you bumped someone, or failed to help someone when being asked to do a favour, my habit is to say "ng ho yee see" but then, you won't say "excuse me" in that situation if you happened to be speaking in english. so instead i said sorry! i mean, you failed your friend, you wouldn't even say a word just to tell her you feel bad for failing her? please.

well at least i do care if it is me being failed by my friend. or a thank you from you if it is me helping you the tiniest bit of stuff. cos they are simple, very frequently used words. you're intelligent and comprehensive. you're civilized. you're nice. and you'll say it for the sake of provening that you are civilized and nice. and that's etiquette.

and that is why sorry to me has always been light-hearted. not that i'm using it casually, but it is because i've defined it as something like "oops/... (i was just about to type sorry again)". Seriously, its not that serious. if you get what i mean.

I understand everyone's definition for sorry/excuse me is more serious than mine, and because of that, and because of my beloved friends and my beloved mom's reminders, i'm changing catchphrases. atm i can see progress in myself. verbally i still cant really stop it, but its becoming less frequent in my casual writing and typing. just give me some time.

and its now almost 2am again. oh darn. i've completely ruined my perfect plan for tomorow. oops if you will excuse meee, i must go for now xx

p.s. okay no more late night sleep. and i have a list of reasons to share.

p.p.s. i still owe my blog something fashion-related. OOPS lol

p.p.p.s. yes i just a family dinner just now and if possible, there are loads to tell as well. oh god maybe i'm just too talkative.