These shoes are hot

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These days even blog-surfing has intentions. There is a noted change in the direction of my blog-surfing these days, mostly backed up by nobler (I use the term noble very loosely though) intentions.

Two days short of a week ago, the bigger picture was looking quite sterile and I wasn't looking forward to starting a job that I know I already hate. Then Fay came up with a brilliant idea and we've followed up on it with due diligence and now I'm excited again. I want to divulge because I can hardly contain myself but I don't want to put the horse before the cart. But wait for it, ya ya ya?

I have discovered the magic that is Payless Shoes thereby resulting in the purchase of these shoes (refer to picture) for only $28! Plagued by curiousity, I Google Lela Rose only to discover that Bergdorf stocks her too.

Photo credit: Payless Shoe Source

By noon tomorrow, I will be done with the Summer '08 term. In many respects, it is bittersweet. Bitter because I only have 2 weeks of worry-free days before the new term starts up and sweet because I have worry-free days at all. It also means I am one term closer to the sweet song of graduation.

I damn stress already. I also bought a pair of Converse for a price that I am now embarrassed to name because I Googled it in an attempt to find an image for my post only to realise that I fucken overpaid. Whilst the Converse website is retailing for the price that I paid for it, a lot of other sites are selling it for almost half less. Ciiiiibai. But I still heart my Converse.

I don't geddit

how people who go overseas only make friends with people of the same race/nationality/ethnicity. I understand the support group that necessitates friends within close cultural proximity and saving the best for your fellow countrymen. But I've been blog surfing for a while, mostly reading up on people I used to know (yes, I'm a creeper - you can say it) who I now don't know anymore because we moved to different countries; and their blogs, while full of pictures and references to friends always point to the same thing: Asian friends. I don't geddit lor. Cibai, if you tell me you are in Taiwan or China, it's okay la kan. But how the fuck do you find 20 over Malaysian/Chinese people in Dublin? It's Dublin, for fucks sake! Even in Vancouver we find it so difficult to maintain membership in MASA and Dublin (from said friend's pics) looks like its a thriving hub of Malaysianism that I never knew existed. A part of me is jealous and another part of me finds this quite an incredulous phenomena.
I always imagine studying in Dublin would be damn sad for a Malaysian 'cause got no Malaysian food and cannot understand English because Irish people have stupid accents. But I think I've been proven wrong lor. Dublin looks damn happening leh - what with Sports Day la, Mid-Autumn festival la, Raya celebration and all. Cibaiiiiii.

Que sera sera

So summer has come full circle. This time last year, I was on a flight back from Tokyo. I was also on flights bound for home and NYC. Andi and I just got back from NYC two nights ago. It was a sad realization for the both of us that the magic is now gone. Before, NYC used to hold a certain charm for the both of us - it was the city where we met, where courtship happened and affection blossomed. We lived out the early stages of our relationship in that city - a city from which neither one of us are native. We looked forward to the every other week that I would fly in. I remember being hardly able to contain my excitement at flying out the next day, even if it was just to spend the weekends at 745 7th Avenue. I ran around a lot on my own those days but my days in NYC always felt numbered and never lasted long enough. This time round, a week felt like forever and I missed the Pendrell Palace immensely. Before, we sat in quiet corners of plush bars, whispering and conspiring. We ran around town aimlessly, only to crash into bed at dawn. This time, NYC annoyed us and irked us with its hordes of tourists and rude citizens. The sweltering heat killed us and nothing and no one is good enough for us anymore.

Perhaps we've become cynical, jaded. Perhaps we've forgotten how to enjoy each others company in the absence of others. Perhaps living together has made us take for granted the pleasure afforded by just being together; now we look to plans and things to remind us of how much fun we can have. I don't know what it is, really; but we're glad to be home - our home.

How quickly another summer has come and is almost gone. A part of me is excited to only be four months away from graduation. The other part is sad to see the demise of long sunny days and dread the wind and rain that so often accompanies the Vancouver autumn. I might head home soon - a little bird tells me I am needed at home and experience has taught me to heed this bird.