I Think It's About Forgiveness

The Heart Of The Matter - Don Henley [covered by India Arie]

I've been wondering why I'm always so skeptical about what guys tell me. The ideal situation would be to go into every relationship without having to doubt or second-guess. When does being cautious turn into being paranoid?

Or . . . is it simply because the guys in my past have just been too full of excuses . . . and so I've just come to expect that?

Here I Am, Stuck In The Middle With You

Stuck In The Middle With You - Stealer's Wheel
Today's witty lyrical title brought to you by Fruit Of The Loom and their amusing commercial from a few years ago.

A quick blurb about fashion in Hong Kong.

Point 1:

Daily observation leads to this question . . . Do thongs not exist in this city? Surely they do because people know the term "t-back". But why is it that everyday when I make my commute to and from work, I see visible panty lines underneath the tailored skirts/pants of almost every female in Central District? Could it be that there is still a taboo behind the concept?

I remember when my mother first discovered that I owned thongs. You'd have thought it was World War III with the amount of crap I got from her because she didn't understand the concept of minimizing VPLs. In her mind, owning a thong was the equivalent of being a slut . . . so imagine her frustration when all of her protests against thongs were met with a quizzical reaction from me.

Geez ladies, don't ruin the look of your outfit with VPLs. That's just . . . wrong. No one wants to see them. Eew.

Point 2:

Guys in Vancouver rarely wear French cuffs. So whenever I saw a guy with them [yes you, Hippo], I'd be like "Oh, that's hot."

Guys in Hong Kong always wear them. About 90% of the males I encounter prefer the style to normal cuffs. And now I'm desperately hoping that I don't get sick of them. Damnit.

You Tell Me That You're Sorry, Never Thought I'd Turn Around And Say . . .

Apologize - Timbaland f. OneRepublic

I received an email a couple weeks ago - an email that was perhaps long overdue . . .

It's too late to apologize.
It's too late.

The apology was self-serving anyway.
And that's all I'm going to say about that.

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Shouganai.

I Hope You Had The Time Of Your Life

Good Riddance [Time Of Your Life] - Green Day

Wish I could've been there. Don't even know what else there is to say. Thank you 16. You'll always be our captain.

16 . . . 88 94 08

The Blues Are Still Blue

The Blues Are Still Blue - Belle & Sebastian

A cute little ditty by Belle & Sebastian.



This was [still is?] constantly on rotation at the in-house radio station of my journalism school [Evolution 107.9]. I used to go into the booth a few minutes before my newscast - enough time to get myself settled and make sure the cast's Burli stuff was in order. I'd sit in there with the headphones on and would usually hear the song before my cast. Whenever this song came on, I'd always feel cheered up. One time, I absentmindedly started dancing in my chair . . . until I looked up realising that the radio show hosts were staring at me through the control room window. Oops.

When the song was over they announced to our listeners that the news was up next, with a girl who really seemed like enjoy the song. =]

Just a neat little memory that came to mind when iTunes randomly shuffled to that song.

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