I'm confused. I feel lost even thought I shouldn't be. It's just weird!

The End of 2010

Few things that I want to remember...

Zone Christmas party: Alto - Carnaby Street

Loved the photobooth. I think I spent all night getting in the booth.

Excited about the chocolate fondue... so excited that I forgot to take any photo.

In 2008 I wanted to start my own blog, after 3 years and a few random post I have come to realise that I am not ready to share what I really feel. Sometimes I wish I am just a normal person and to feel normally and grew up normally.

Maybe another day, I'll be ready.

But today I can't forgive and I still can't forget.

In the end I decide not to buy any. I also found out that it is cheaper to buy online if you are buying a few things irregardless of the delivery charges. There's a premium for buying at the shop!

So, which colour?

H&M Figure-fit jacket £19.99 You can't go wrong at this price...

Hennes Online

H&M launch their online website on the 15th of September, I can't stop browsing.





Shall I buy this?? I like it in black H&M chiffon dress £24.99

The Life in Chinatown

I don't understand how people can be so oblivious of their surroundings!? What I'm actually saying is how some people who has lived in London for so many years but cannot speak much English.

They live in Chinatown, work in Chinatown, has Chinese friends, speak in Chinese, listen to Chinese music, watch Chinese drama series and don't even know what are scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam or who Boris Johnson is?... I am not trying to slack my friends off but we all came to London for one main reason, for a change. They probably disagree with me, they came for MONEY!

But how do you justify your life? Working 6 days a week 10 hours a day waiting on tables and having employers who are bullies... and they will obviously have bad living conditions, Chinatown is expensive and not the best place to live in do they have a choice?

Sometimes I do feel sorry for them but hang on a minute, do you see that Chinese girl/guy down the street wearing a Burberry trench coat, holding a Chloe bag paying from their Louie Vutton wallet... do you still feel sorry for them?