Please don’t stop the music

It’s been a long time since I’ve been into music. Weird, I know, but I’ve been going through this phase where I just didn’t want to listen to anything I had on my iTunes/iPod, to a point where I just stopped bringing my nano around with me and would listen to the sounds of people in the streets instead. Which, in a way, was kind of refreshing – to be plugged back into really being aware of my surroundings, the noises of my Hong Kong. 

Still, there’d be times I could unplug it, such as when the minibus driver has some awful Cantopop on the radio turned up, but there wasn’t anything new that I was into, and a lot of the stuff I’d been listening to from September up until around my NY trip brought memories that made me feel weird and icky inside. 

I was really into Kate Voegele for about a week and a half, and then stopped again, but today I was thinking that I’d like to get back into discovering new bands or artists that I like, and breaking out my nano once again, creating a new soundtrack that will later remind me of the months leading up to my big move, and then maybe I’ll even get to see those bands/people play live once I’ve moved!

So…any recommendations? I like most music aside from really cheesy romantic/lovey songs (sorry C-Butt), ‘math rock’ (seriously, what is that about? I just don’t get it, as much as I tried!), and country (again, sorry C-Butt).

Go on, get a life.

Although the first time I left Hong Kong did start out to be for academic reasons, towards the end of my sophomore year the bitchiness built up and I was relieved to be getting away from it all anyway. Now, 10 years later, I am still hearing bitchy comments about me behind my back, said during a dinner in London over the weekend (I’m not even in London!), with people I haven’t seen in for-EVER. (Actually I didn’t hear the exact comment(s), but only because I chose not to. All I know is that my name (and my BFF’s) came up, and some not-so-nice things were said about me).

Seriously, people, grow up. High school was over a long time ago, I left Hong Kong for the first time 10 years ago, and we were even friends when we were both in UK for uni, although now I wonder whether we were really friends. Anyway that’s not the point – the point is that at the ripe old age of 23/24, people are still bitching. Find someone better to bitch about! There is nothing to say about me, my life is hardly exciting enough to garner any gossip, and my character? Say what you want, just be smart enough not to say it to people who are my friends!

This is a reminder of how I felt when I left HK the first time 10 years ago, although now all those people from my old school are scattered all over the world, so running to NYC is hardly escaping. The saddest part is that I went to that school for 10 years, and yet I can count the number of people I consider true friends on one hand. I have more friends from my 2 years at boarding school, or from 1 year in Massachusetts, or even 3 years in England, or the last 2 years I’ve spent back in Hong Kong.

Still, it’s a relief to know that I have real friends – and if I find out anyone is bitching about any of them, it’s time to whoop a$$! (When I read that my BFF’s name came up I instinctively felt uber protective, even though she’s the sweetest, prettiest girl I know and there isn’t really anything bad to say about her to begin with!)