*1300 - change

Much as I enjoy the follies of this awesome city of San Francisco, the glorious food, the beautiful people, the entertainment aplenty, the work that I love doing ...

Yep.  Always missing home sweet home.  Ahh.



(Walking along the Singapore River one night.)

Much dramatic change going on in my life right now that's almost too much to handle.  Just almost.  Yet I'm filled with hope for things to start spiraling back upwards.

*1299 - history

Sometimes, it's pretty darn awesome to have a blog.  For me, it has morphed from a weirdly embarrassing narcissistic outlet some ten years ago to a more private personal notebook today.  Private because no one reads this anymore, yes? ;)  Well, the most private of thoughts/feelings never come through explicitly, but it does help jog the memory regardless.

It's often horrifying but enlightening to scroll through your silly immature thoughts of the past, realize on hindsight what terrible decisions you've made in the past, what pointless things occupied your mind, what embarrassingly unimportant events were so important to you, but reflect on how they have ultimately made you who you are today.

Some day I will read this, shake my head, and wonder why I was so pensive and dramatic.  Silly old me.

*1298 - jetlag

Day one: collapsed at 830 pm after a packed day upon landing in SF and no sleep on flights. Woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed and in high spirits. Bounced out of bed into bathroom to get ready for a brand new day, whereupon realizing it was just 1130 pm and I had a whole night ahead of me yet. Dozed intermittently here and there but not really.

Day two: being ambitious and having gone straight from work to an evening dance class, managed to stay up til 1130 pm despite extreme exhaustion. Declared it a safer time to sleep compared to the previous night's 830. Unfortunately have been up since 3 am and am at a loss of what to do with myself at this point.

Well! Honestly not terribly pleased with being back due to many less than desirable circumstances and the fact that I'm missing my family dearly. It is always a difficult parting and adjustment, and I'm not just talking about jetlag.

*1297 - blue and purple

Et voila.  The result of two trips to the hair salon, including two rounds of cutting and coloring, nine hours in a chair, and several hundred dollars later.  This is an extremely deceiving photo that I snapped with my phone in an attempt to show someone quickly what my new hair looked like.  It's only this vibrant if I'm standing by a window with natural light pouring in, my hair arranged just so, and when freshly dyed.

There are two layers of purple+blue hair covered by a shield of jet black for semblance of professionalism when I'm back at work.  One layer rings around the top of my head, and the other layer goes asymmetrically from the top right to the bottom left.  They interwove blue with purple dye throughout so there's a lot of interesting texture.

Absolutely love it!  Much-needed breath of fresh air.

(Only Hairloom will be allowed to do anything drastic to my hair from now on.  Too bad I'll miss them when I'm in SF!)