something beautiful

normally, images of watch movement parts bore me. (i know, totally weird that there is such a phenomenon as "images of watch movement parts." i mean, who cares?) but this one from gerard-perregaux - i've never seen anything like it.

being a child of the 80s :)

http://content.usatoday.com/communities/popcandy/post/2010/01/previewing-the-baby-sitters-club-prequel-whats-claudia-wearing/1

Omg. Out tomorrow. http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0670021652/

My Urban Outfit

How this outfit epitomizes current HK fashion:

-tunic/short dress/skirt

-plaid

-black tights or skinny pants

-dark motorcycle-type boots

-long sweater

I'm the opposite of trendy but this trend is irresistible if one has the right clothes and the will--which I find most challenging with how cold HK apartments are in the morning. You know, like, I just rolled out of my duvet and it's too cold to think about fashion. Dress arrived this week from Urban Outfitters via Tim from LA. Sweater from Uniqlo. Age-old tights. No-name boots from Japan. New bargain Baby-G from Amazon.

took this last night

Ah, Facebook.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/08/the-funniest-facebook-sna_n_383847.html

Heart this

I sort of realized recently that I haven't blogged about books in a while. In the past 6 months or so, everything I've picked up has been put down quickly, never to be opened again. Except Blockbuster. I love this non-fic book and recommend it to anyone with even a drop of interest in the history of blockbusters, the first official one being Jaws, followed by E.T., Star Wars, Alien, Jurassic Park and the like. Tom Shone is a genius with words and I am jealous.

Breaking News

Ugh. Irrational post here. Two HK restaurants now have 3 Michelin stars (up 1 from last year). Both are in the Four Seasons. Ugh the Four Seasons! I have an irrational dislike. The Four Seasons has a prim and proper snootiness I can't stand. While I'm at it, ugh the Hyatt Group! Snore. You guys are boring.

Yay for Langham Hotels!

Can this get me in trouble?

Oddly embarrassing...

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/11/22/new-aol-logo-aolcom-photo_n_367115.html

Behold, AOL's new branding:

A changing logo. Hmm. "Dynamic" or indecisive or undefined or lazy? Well yes, it would be harder to decide on just one good one than come up with a hundred OK ones.

Ooh. A puff of fuchsia smoke. A neon green scribble. Seemingly haphazard swirl of blue paint. Street art. A pretty GOLDFISH. The "love" sign. Ooh. How hip. Or cliche. They think we are dumb.
The quotes in the article about the new "Aol." letters and punctuation are cringe-worthy, because of course everyone's thinking the same thing: AOL still exists? Well, given that it does, why'd it take THIS long to rebrand (from some form of blue triangle! Yeah.)?

OK, a fashion post

Just love the Love Moschino line

Like this pic of Kowloon skyline. Taken from the rooftop of a cool new boutique hotel on a nasty street - Connaught Road near Western district.

East Asian Games

suck. Try writing a 500-word preview. No. Torture. I think it'll have to be 300 words. OK. A real big picture of Dony and Ami will have to do.

Buzzing about...

Coolest invitation ever. To the opening party of Hullett House. Delivered in a old-time metal mailbox. Inside, invitation and stack of vintage postcards of old Marine Police Headquarters. Best invitation ever. That's saying a lot:

Now on my cubicle partition:

"No, I can't go into a movie that's already started, because I'm anal."

There are four movies I rented as a teenager because my mom told me to. OK. It's totally weird. An early teen should not be watching these movies, really. I only understood one of them.

1. Annie Hall

The two things I remembered for years to come about this movie are the lobster scene and her famous outfit.

2. Moonstruck

I was about 15 at the time. Hmm. "Love don’t make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit."

3. Wallstreet

An ominous sign that I was destined have a worse-than-average understanding of finance and business.

4. Broadcast News

The only one I understood. Another sign of destiny, really! Well I also watched this one when I was older, like 19.

Does Love Have a Time Limit

(or I deserve a little procrastination right now)

So. (500) Days of Summer might be my favorite movie of the year so far. But it’s sort of a tie with Star Trek. I think this movie would mean a lot of different things to different people. Probably the most memorable scene for most people, which is my favorite scene, is the split screen of expectation vs. reality – super realistic. Oh and nice shoutout for origami cranes and those craaazy girls who fold them.

Come Rescue Me

Finally! Got Marie's new album Breathing Underwater. But the first one was so much more to my liking.

The first album was a lot of piano and acoustic guitar. She went pop with this one. Which is fine, I love pop. But it doesn't work with her voice, in my opinion. It overwhelms her voice. Most disappointingly, her awesome youtube original songs were excluded. Wish she'd do a cover album though.

That said, my favorite songs (I think) are, in this order: Overboard, Avalanche, Breathing Underwater

Can't seem to get enough of Overboard. It makes me want to sing, scream, laugh, cry, dance... but mostly sing.

There's a story somewhere in here

There's this local journalist/columnist whom I admire. I've met her once. I've seen her more than once. She writes about her love/sex life a lot. The time I was introduced to her, at a midday work-related event, she was on her third champagne because the boyfriend she just split with was seen coming out of a Soho apartment building on a Saturday morning in last night's suit. Dejected, she got on her phone and informed us she just made a booty call. Sometimes I run into her in those types of situations she writes about. It's surreal. One night last week I saw her at this party. I was on my third champagne. I was being very jovial with my colleague, boss, a PR and our freelance proofreader. Odd combo now that I think about it. We were almost the last to leave. We got in the elevator with her and the guy she'd been talking to whom I think she just met. And I felt like a spy. A voyeur. Being John Malkovich. I watched as she cheek kissed him before he got out of the elevator on his floor. Heard her invite him out somewhere. Suggestively. Coolly. Door closed. Then we all went our separate ways.

Love this

TRASH: anycoloryoulike art intervention for urban beautification and environmental awareness

(Saw this at http://ohjoy.blogs.com/)

Huge display case origami cranes at i.t store.

Funny but unfunny

because true of so many:

http://blog.media.asia/davidtiltman/named-and-shamed-discovery-destroying-the-planet/