I have a couple of good reasons for not writing this summer. apart from not writing during summers in general (just take a look at the archive, summers are empty!).

I’ve had too much academic writing to do. and I am talking about 10 000+ words written in the last four weeks.

although I’ve spent a lot of time studying and working this summer, I’ve spent very little time at home. therefore there hasn’t been a good moment to sit down and write down my thoughts.

on the other hand, I’ve written a lot in my paper journal. it seems like I have rediscovered the beauty of writing into my moleskine. I am about to finish the one I bought in new york city. they seem to last for about eight months each. which means I will be starting fresh in september. and that’s good.

I have watched a lot of films this summer and I bought even more dvds than in previous months. I’m yet to write down my thoughts on them, and that might as well never happen, but I would still like to express at least a fragment of my thoughts.

I watched the lion king for the first time in about a year, with a glass of red wine and my eighteen year old teddy dog. in total, this could have been my 500+th time watching the lion king, but who knows, because I stopped counting mid-90s.

in the last five or six days, I have probably watched the big lebowski thirteen times. dude.

three and a half weeks out of four week holidays have been clear, sunny, hot and with a blue sky. it rained only once and no typhoons are coming up in the next week.

there have been many great nights spent with the band and around. the music this year is better than before. but sometimes I still think about the old times.

this may be the best summer in hong kong I’ve ever had. and you know, how much I hate summer around here.

I have actually missed my friends during the holidays as most of them went away. so I am looking forward to tomorrow, going back to school.

for the last time. 117 days to go.

a good night tonight. chinese new year fireworks, we watched it from the 35th floor in our living room. I pulled up the armchair a bit closer to the window and put my feet up. bossa nova. I had a dinner with my parents, first actual one at home-dinner, at our table, since christmas. quite enjoyable. last night mom and I watched nick and norah’s infinite playlist. I think I may be going through a michael cera obsession phrase right now. that boy is just cute. I’ve had too much chocolate tonight, too much red wine. I’ve been catching up on my reading today, entire chapters I never bothered to read. but examinations are coming up again and I am not excited. but I guess things are good. I am just a bit busy right now. busy with figuring out the future and how I want to get there. it’s making me a little uneasy about things, but it’s not time to panic yet.

hope you had a good beginning of the week.

happy chinese new year. I know it means nothing to you and I know you couldn’t care less but at least try to understand what it means to me. hong kong has been home to me for more than four years now even though we never planned to stay this long. our perspectives have changed and every time I talk to you I always realize just how much. but it’s okay.

find ten differences.

7:30 am.

5:10 pm.

just a quick note. seven thirty in the morning. this is what it looks like right now. that’s what it has been for the last few days. who wouldn’t get tired of it? but on the other hand, this song is what I am listening to right now. it makes everything a little better. it’s going to be a long day today. lots of items on the list to finish. lots of thoughts. I am behind in my planning. I seem to have forgotten my weekly timeframes. already. all I want is to sleep, and that’s not helping, either.

what is your day like? drop me a note.

a big day today. opening of the first edible arrangements store in hong kong. my parents have worked incredibly hard in the last few months in order to make this happen.

lots of fruit, chocolate, champagne and great people who have come to the opening party. it’s been a great start. hopefully things will just get better.

I’ve just been too busy in the last few days. not sleeping much. drinking too much coffee. I haven’t slept more than four hours for three nights and so last night when I arrived home around midnight I didn’t even bother taking off my clothes and went straight to bed. fourteen hours still did me no justice. I stay up for no reason except to talk to him. about everything and nothing. it’s strange but it keeps me going. sometimes it’s all I need.

last night was one of the good ones, except I was too tired to stay longer. we had some nachos, sangria, English guys sitting next to us. I laughed at their conversations. there was a guy from paris somewhere, living in israel, a hong kong filmmaker, strange people. everyone hanging out at the melting pot. but for me it was enough just to sit there on the street corner with my friend from melbourne. not much was needed to make me happy.

I am still not sure what the words meant. because I never said them. maybe I should try to put them down on paper. I hate putting myself out there. I hate making myself obvious, but that’s all ever I do. tomorrow it starts all over but I guess I am fine with it.