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| Here are my plans when I get back to Hong Kong: Sunday: Wake up early (I won't be able to go to sleep anyways I will just stay up) Go shopping alone, meet up with Billie in Causeway Bay and get some hair extensions, chill and walk around, then come back to my house. OR meet up with Ben because it's his day off Monday: Meet up with Ray earlier to get some food then skate in Mei Foo.
Tuesday: Chill with May before she goes then go to Cubist to sort some shit out. (I don't know why my tattoo is lumpy  ) Then dinner with her family possibly.
Besides that I have no plans yet so I think I will skate for the whole week and get incredibly tanned. My roomate and I plan to outtan each other which is a stupid idea but oh well..  I can't wait to chill with my best friend Veronica (Hello if you are reading this  ) And do our tradition.. Hang out in IFC podium, shopping in Lane Crawford, then H&M, after that maybe walk up to Lan Kwai Fong. | | |
| I dyed my hair purple/brown! Like hers but a little bit lighter. It kind of suits me but I am not too sure, it's a big change. I hate it when my hair is too soft, especially my fringe, it doesn't stay on and falls straight back under my eyes. I don't know how to get volumized hair stay the same throughout the day, people tell me that I should blow dry my hair upside down but my layers make them looks shit. Oh well I'm trying to grow them back  1 more day till I go back to Hong Kong!  I've already had plans for the first few days when I get back, that's how exicted I am. Also, the reason why I started writing my Xanga again is because I want to keep track of what I've been doing this Summer holiday, and I know I couldn't be arsed to write down everything in a diary. Writing my diary is the last thing I would want to do before I go to bed. | | |
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It's been 7 months already since I've moved to the UK and I must say I didn't have a great time. I still find it pathetic how my Dad wouldn't let me walk down to Somerfield in the village which is approximately 45 seconds away from my boarding school. I don't expect him to let me go to town because I know that's impossible, and he is extremely protectective over me. But what the hell? Isn't that a bit over the top? The Year 8 kids can fucking go wherever they want in the village, but not me? I am not moaning because I can't go, I still go to the village, I am just disappointed at the fact that my family still doesn't trust me. I know I have done things in the past which they might not approve, but I have learnt from them and I don't regret them at all. It's best to learn from your mistakes when you are still young than when you are an adult, with responsibilities and things. They have got to leave things in the past, because what they are doing right now put me into a lot of pressure. It seems like I am never good enough to earn things that I want. I don't like being with my family and I can't wait to get out. | | |
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