Icarus, · burning.

Second week of my five week Easter break.  My mum flew over last week and we've been traveling around London and then out to Bath, Cardiff (in Wales) and Bristol with only_secret . :D

Railway stations remain one of my most cherished aspects of living in London: the light filtering through the massive arches, the people coming and going, the promise of a journey across the wet, bitter English countryside.  In railway stations everyone is a traveler, everyone is unstuck and away from home, like me.

I've found my new favourite Starbucks in Paddington station near my flat, one floor above everyone else.  I study there in the evenings and sip my latte while watching everything move beneath me.

It's been a good week.  Difficult, but good. 







Keep working, keep working, keep working........

Tomorrow I am going to put on a casual, pretty dress and study alone in the Starbucks at university.  I am going to sip calmly from my vanilla latte, read up on the history of civil law and forget about the idiocy that are my under-20-y/o male companions.  Then I am going to go home and cook a light, healthy dinner: fresh vegetables, fresh fish.  Something I will keep down.  There is no reason not to take care of myself and look good just because I am sick of their transparent posturing and overblown egos, after all.  I want to take care of myself for my own sake and not for theirs.

Self sufficiency, self control, solid common sense.  I crave them when I look at the older women I admire.  How do they do it?  

My friendslist is tiny, yes, but I thought I'd post an announcement here too:



I'm sure you all remember the hectic days of the university application process back in high school: the confusion as to which university to choose, which course, worrying about whether you were setting yourself on a tragic path away from self-fulfillment and toward general misery....etc. University prospectuses exaggerate and mislead. You won't.

I'm setting up a database on behalf of an education-oriented charity, The Wisdom Trust, that will allow high school students to be put in contact with current university students around the world - so that they can get an inside view of what a particular university or course is really like before making their (hopefully wiser) choices.

If you feel like spreading some of your abundant compassion around, please drop me an email at connie.leung.89@gmail.com or message me on facebook (find me using the same email address), stating your university (and if relevant, specific college/school), course and preferred contact email.

You are NOT being asked to be a student mentor; only to respond to occasional questions from prospective applicants. None of your details will be given away until students tell us that they are looking into your university or course.

Thanks guys! Any help will be very much appreciated.

Connie (yes that's me :D )

What does one do with a porcelain, (apparently) life-sized penis shaped salt shaker?

My flatmate just returned from Amsterdam and offered it to me too enthusiastically for me to decline. 

Something else to add to the pile of Must-Not-Let-Mother-See-When-She-Comes-Over things.  Last time it was the DVD of gay porn, now this....why did I choose to live with twenty year old guys again?

OKAY FINE I'll admit it, basically I spent the entire week in Japan gawking and going gaga over the pretty boys I could see just glancing out the car window.  *lame*  I just find cute Japanese boys a lot better looking than cute Hong Kong boys, if that makes sense.........when I start collecting my personal harem of pretty man-slaves in the future (once I am Disgustingly Rich) I'm definitely going to have to import a good number from Japan.  *sighs dreamily*

Seriously speaking, I had realistically/cynically expected it to be completely different from what you find in manga/anime, but surprisingly many things that I thought were purely fandom inventions did in fact reflect the people there quite accurately (as far as I could tell, at least).

The vast majority of women I came into contact with spoke with high pitched, cutesy voices - even the ones who appeared to be in their thirties or forties- and peppered their speech with breathy exclamations of "Sugoi!"  They were all impeccably polite and bowed when you left the restaurant/store/petrol station/hotel, but what really caught my eye the most was the fact that black hair amongst the younger generations was a rarity, and that they all had their hair dyed the EXACT same shade of red/blonde.  It almost got quite surreal......

But I got to feel pretty traipsing around the hot spring hotels in the yukata they provided for us.  :D  And this group of reallllly cute japanese boys rented the room next to us for three consecutive hotel stays, and quite liked to roam the corridors wearing their yukata in a very nicely chest-baring fashion.  So that was great.  :D :D :D  Hee~

Brain, come back out of the gutter plz.. 

......you wake up tasting incense and rain in the air, bitten to near fatal blood loss by countless mosquitoes and groggily listening to the radio chinese opera your neighbours do tai chi to at insane hours in the morning.  Then you look out the window and notice that they've bought a new mercedes benz, and the grandma of the household is loudly complaining  to the street sweepers in heavily accented cantonese about the laziness of their filipino maid.  Again.

I just spent an inordinate amount of time bumming around the dining room and kitchen, throwing watermelon pips at the dogs before they were taken away to a doggie hotel.

And why were they taken away to the doggie hotel?

Because I'm going to Japan for a week~! ~! ~! ~! :D :D :D

I'm flying tomorrow.  Pretty Japanese boys here I come.  Hee.