Take Me Home

Yet another blog post about another day in my life during summer. This summer seems like it's gone on forever, which technically it has, as it's been from May 23rd and will continue 'til October 4th. (Okay, I know that's not technically forever shut up.) Lizzy leaves Monday. Last hangout today. The camera is charging and ready for some use and abuse and I'm fully planning on bringing makeup remover tonight because I know I will weep.

Asides from my upcoming sadness, usual madness over this week: I had a few days of recluse-ness (which, as a hermit, I need,) $10 vodka tuesday, where I was very well behaved, dyed my hair again, took photos with my phone because I finally found the cable again so I'll use them for convenience whaddup.

Extensive colour editing = you can't even see the colour of my hair. I really thought this one through.

Missed a lamma trip for a family dinner. I hate shopping with my sister and my mom so I sat in pacific coffee company like some hipster. Ate too much, I need to run properly again. Unrelated story, but on Tuesday, I think we met the most violent dancers in the world. It was full on foot-stomping-punching-arms brawl moves dancing. They looked like they were doing a tribal dance to summon the rain gods, and if they were I think it worked because I got caught in the rain during my run and was soaked to the bone, even after I'd stuffed my iPod in every girl's ~special shelf~ aka my bra. The iPod nearly died but revived itself like a fucking fighter. I shed a tear of pride.

Looks gross but this is my SHIT. Vanilla snowflake chillino yes please!

Market street where the sister and mother went shopping, because my sister is a shopaholic and has to compulsively spend money all the time.

This is just the street outside the police club, where we at. I fully used my sister's iPhone to check into "some randomass chinese restaurant in the middle of nowhere." I don't see too much point with 'checking in,' other than to boast about where you are and who you're with and make other people feel left out, but I think that I may start using it if I have something witty to say.

With my adorable new friend Janine omg. Edited post to slot this in because I hadn't taken any photos that night and she'd just uploaded these. Success! I don't look like a complete mountain troll in a photo that someone else took of me!

By the time I'd gotten down to Lan Kwai, Lizzy was wasted (edit: not wasted and just tired as hell apparently. She'd peaked much earlier in the day on Lamma) and they soon disappeared off to Wanchai. I stayed and hung out with people in the year below and met a few people. I was surprisingly well-behaved again, which I think I may prefer. In fact, I've talked about it a lot, let's make a List Of The Stages Of Drunkenness.