1. on the plane, i fell asleep three quarters of the way through initial d (despite shawn yu’s interesting moustache).
2. maybe that i hadn’t gone without sleep for more than 24 hours helped me stay awake for densha otoko. i don’t know if i buy the ‘based on a true story’ thing, but you can read the partially translated 2ch postings if you like to help make up your mind. somehow still suckered by the story, even if nakatani miki seemed a little too old for her part, and her character far too pleasant and unshaded.
3. i mean, hong kong is one thing. but when you go with two other girls who don’t know the language and are just looking for different stuff, the experience will be somewhat limited. i did not go to macau. i did not get to sit in kowloon park, just across from my hotel. every second place we went to seemed to be a cosmetics store called sasa or watsons or something. god. i did buy twelve cantonese cds, a hello kitty ocarina and a small bottle of umeshu, besides the mundane stuff.
4. so that’s kinda why i don’t have superlatives to really describe the trip when people have been asking me. i also lost another two kilos that week, which is ridiculous when there is so much food out there, any hour of the day. you do not lose weight on holiday! sick? walked too much? no appetite? sick of noodles? too lazy to look for food?
5. the buzz lightyear astroblaster is the best ride at disneyland hong kong. i scored level 4 out of 7 shootin’ those targets. which is alright.
6. screw the rest of disneyland.
7. feel like reading the art of travel posthumously. similarly, i actually feel more free walking the streets of my hometown than the crowded streets many miles away in tsimshatsui. i need space. i think this runs for everything else too.
8. i was a bit peeved though with the comment that hong kong looked all the same.

hi, i am alive, but kinda deaded. back at work again when frankly i rather wouldn’t. the library is a mess with cleaning and half taken apart shelves and book shifting. ugh. i wanna go back to bed or finish a series of unfortunate events. also, i am taking stronger antibiotics now, since somehow in hong kong it started all over again. i hate shelving. whine whine whine… proper post about my trip a bit later.

i was told by a library patron whom i’m fond of, that i look like a girl out of the ring today. stuff you wear when you can’t think of things to wear to work - puffy knee length denim skirt (’princess-like’, said a colleague, even though i hate princess anything), tights, faux pearl button cardigan and mary janes. i was really aiming for a godard character.

i also pre-ordered the limited edition of hello crazy gentleman (i don’t want to miss out on the bowie cover bonus track), as well as tokyo jihen’s otona; and another order for marked down cds such as baby blue (tuneless but so catchy!), and some keigo iwase (not heard of him before, but listening to all the samples without going ‘bleah!’ and leaving the page must mean something - maybe i should rename my zine ‘crush sandwiches’, hahaha).

too much to spend before a trip, but limited offers get me everytime.

e-tickets are stupid, and making me stress. how do i know for sure that they won’t send me packing when i give them the code? i want a real ticket to hong kong, not a string of numbers and letters…

other than that, i can barely stay awake at work. i’ll probably sleep the whole flight through; i’m hypertired already.

i can’t wait to find things to take pictures of.

but for now until five fifteen zzzzzz

i just realised i’ve been sick for the past three weeks straight, and well, that has kinda sucked.

also i’m thinking seriously about going to the big day out for the first time ever, because of sleater-kinney, m.i.a., wolf and cub and the greenhornes. i guess i could endure the uncomfortableness, the heat and the kids a bit just for that.

• recieving a letter and subflex cds in the mail
• peanut butter chocolate anything. mostly reese’s and m&ms; the peanut butter jumbo kit kat is only passable
• finally getting my rumble fish soundtrack lp, three months via sea and quarantine ripping into the package. under the picture of stewart copeland (i didn’t realise how good looking he was then), he is called “the rhythmatist”. there are also three pens in the pocket of his white shirt just waiting to leak.
• the silversun pickups are kinda alright.
• hana yori dango the japanese adaptation of the manga for sure. meteor garden was the taiwanese version that came first, spawning that awful f4 boyband. it was excruciating to watch, even though everyone was watching it. somehow the characters seemed to be thinking with their hair follicles, and every action came out pained and nonsensical. in the japanese version, makino has real guts and likes to punch boys, which is exactly what i’m looking for.
• boy meets boy by david levithan
• i discovered strawberry switchblade after i kept hearing about some dvd coming out soon. yoshikawa hinano does a cover of since yesterday in japanese. no wonder they like em - they’re a little like wink, but western, bigger hair, more makeup, dark and light at the same time.

lego originally uploaded by lovelikepop.

record-collection originally uploaded by lovelikepop. edit: by the way, it’s not actually mine, but the father of my friend…