Though it wasn’t as packed as last year, and I left before midnight because my feet failed me, it was still fun.

I brought my birthday present, the Hello Kitty Fuji Instax Mini, with me. I took more photos than what’s shown here but some were stolen right from my hands when the camera spotted them out. Guess that’s the effect instant cameras have on people.

Bonus: Anyone can provide home for these kitties. The last batch from this Mommy Cat were “taken care of” by the condo management. I don’t want it to happen again. Just contacted SCAD but taking in strays isn’t exactly their focus. Please pass the word around. The babies are about a month old.

What comes to mind when you hear that?

This?

For me, I get this:

That’s the reaction I got when I woke up to SMS reports of the Apple Unveiling event last night, sent with a (failed) attempt to wake me up for the show by @namizon.

Well good thing I didn’t wake up. Because in her last message out of all nine SMS’s, it says: “OK this is quite disappointing. Signing off now.”

And boy it is disappointing. This is the first new Apple product I am not excited about, even before the unveiling.

I had a tablet computer before. An HP. It’s pointless. You have to carry it like a clipboard to use it, so you can only use one hand, and not two like the iPhone. And even with the attached keyboard, you’d still need to use your fingers to navigate the screen. And if you don’t want to use the dock and wanna use it as a laptop, it would have to lie flat on your lap or table. I did not enjoy the tablet.

And I’m not going to enjoy it, even if it has Apple logo on it.

It’s not even an independent device. Like a big appendage to your Macbook, since you’ll still have to sync it with the main computer to transfer iTunes files. So it’s one big iPod Touch. Just clunkier and more expensive.

And I don’t know why people are upset about it not having a camera. Do you see yourself taking a photo with that thing? Very subtle.

iDisappointment.

I’ve been debating with myself whether to write this blog post.

I recently received an email newsletter from my favorite clothing store, The Old Story, informing me of its move to the new location, as well as showing off what the owner, P’ Ying, has been working on since the closure of the old outlet.

And since she didn’t BCC her customers, I could see all the email addresses of her die-hard fans.

And the list is too damn long.

But I’m not gonna be selfish. After all, if she gets no business, I get no clothes.

Her store is one of the most unique in the whole Suan Lum Night Bazaar. Perhaps even Bangkok. She designs and makes every piece by herself, with the help of her rockstar-looking boyfriend whom you would have never guessed could sew. Especially if you know the style of fashion in focus here.

1950s-1960s Vintage.

Think Mad Men in the psychedellic colors and patterns of Pushing Daisies.

According to the person who lived the era, my mom (OK she’s not that old but still closer to the period than I was) the fashion of the items here are nothing special. Things you’d find housewives wearing back in the day, not models. But the best thing about The Old Story is that they are faux-vintage, so you don’t have to deal with the holes and the musty smells like you do with real vintage clothes ie. ones that survived 40+ years.

She makes everything: dresses, skirts, blouses and even pants. Since I discovered the store, I’ve bought six blouses and shirts, two pairs of pants, four dresses and four skirts. I wish she would make shoes too so I can rebuild the whole wardrobe.

She was located near the MRT before but now the lot is gonna get bulldozed and turned into a DoiTung outlet, she then had to move further into the market in the competitive Lopburi area.

I’m going there tomorrow to grab the best pieces before the Lopburi shoppers start taking notice of her store and stop buying their Thonglor-appropriate attires and start getting on my bandwagon.

Here’s what I need to go home with at least:

I was doing some Stumbling when I came across this website:

www.futureme.org

Basically you just write an email to your future self. And if you sign up for an account, you can write more emails to more people and keep track of them.

Personally I just wanna forget it and be surprised when it arrives.

I just wrote one, complaining (like it’s any news) and basically giving a brief look into my current life, like a snapshot of what it is like right now. And I just set it to send to me the morning of my 25th birthday.

I wanna know how much things will have changed. Or not at all.

A week before 2010, I decided to take a little Twitter detox.

OK at first I said Facebook, blogging, Tumblr, and Twitter but in the end I could only stick to one.

And I realized how much I depend on Twitter. There were so many things I wish I could tweet/retweet and then I had to stop myself.

So to satisfy my craving for the past week, here’s what I wish I could tweet.

“Damn Time Machine is awesome. Combined with my equally awesome and cute WD drive, this is heaven.”

“Never cared for Twitter Lists much until this detox.”

“RT @macTweeter Gunman iPhone app merges LazerTag with augmented reality: http://bit.ly/8HUSeK”

“Is it time to start using Microsoft Office for Mac? Does it still suck?”

“BK Magazine got their dirty hands on Miss Jay Alexander: http://bit.ly/7z6NBK”

“Been using iPhoto ‘09 face detecting features. Why do they keep asking if I’m someone else?”

“Wow the Lin Ping craze just took a creepy turn. Found this at a bakery near the office. [TwitPic]
”

“Got so bored tried to force people to Skype Video with me. Got three victims.”

“Bought a B40 Kit Kat. Comes with two packs and a free Kit Kat shaped pen!”

“So the Honeymoon+travel English edition is finally out after…9 months. With only ONE of my articles on it. Oi!”

“BKK you’re being ridiculous. Being gloomy on the last day of work does not encourage me to be at the office at all.”

“Oh hell yeah! GLEE is coming to Star World Jan 20!”

“Going Club Culture for the NYE. Expect free drinks at midnight. But then since I can’t tweet no one is gonna know about this surprise.”

OK I cheated. I’ve been jotting down those tweets and reading the updates. But it was fun being an observer for a change. I did go through a day without opening Tweetie, both on the Macbook and the iPhone, and that was my proudest moment. I didn’t feel incomplete as I thought I would. And once you’ve missed a heapload of tweets you just can’t be bothered going back reading them all like you would when you missed a few hours.

Happy New Year, by the way.