Generally my dislike of work obstructs any guilt for not doing it, but I've been really bad with my epics class lately, so I finally sat down with the library's copy of Tom Jones tonight. So much wicked sass. Love the sass, but the repartee goes on. And on. Heard the film version's as good -- or better -- 'cause it doesn't?


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The last day of 2005 opened with more of the stupid squabbles from the previous day, my dad hating my pink hoodie dress, my mom angry with the blue fishes one, then my dad agreeing to hate the blue fishes one, and everyone dissing on my adorable red stockings yet no one with the spine to point out that my mom's sandals were these awful tacky things ( Read more... )

TODAY potatocouch and I went to 女人街 to shop for dresses for our aunt's wedding. Discovering that current Hong Kong fashion caters to only the shapeless (fat, skinny, it's all the time SAME when you don't have a waistline) and/or the colorblind, we returned empty-handed except for this:


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