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Home again

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly time passes while you’re thinking it feels like forever. Just like that, it’s been almost a weeks since I came back from the US — my first time back there in five and a half years — and I haven’t felt this lost in a very very long time.

I have to say, I never expected to be able to go back to the US when I did; indeed, my plan had always been to go back for a visit before I turn 30, so I had been anticipating a trip next year – until Tasha asked me to go with them on this trip, which was meant to be Alia and Kerina’s bachelorette vacation. I haven’t gone on a group vacation in years, and even though I wasn’t sure what it would be like traveling with them, I think this trip couldn’t have come at a better time. I was tired of being in KL, itching for a vacation (and I had been toying with the idea of going away somewhere on my own or with Becca for a few days), and completely strung out from my job and my relationship, so I needed to run away from my life for a while.

Ironically, even though New York is, was and always will be my favorite city, I had the best time in Los Angeles. I think it was because we were only in New York for four days and Las Vegas for three days, so we spent a good amount of time rushing around. It didn’t help that I fell sick in New York due to dehydration and the cold weather either. LA felt the most relaxed, and we stayed in Kerina’s apartment in Westwood, so it felt like being in boarding school. The best part is that I got to catch up with Maddi, Jeremy and Shannyn in New York, and Shaina in LA. They were some of the people I missed the most when I moved back here, and it felt as though we picked up right where we left off.

I was also afraid that, now that I’ve been living in Malaysia for nearly six years and I was going back to the US a much older, wiser and more obsessive-compulsive person, I would see the country with different eyes and not feel the way I did about it six years ago. But that first blast of cold air that hit me when I stepped off the plane at John F Kennedy Airport made it feel exactly like coming home again, and I left LA feeling more than ever that at some point in my life, I would like to be able to live there again. But for now — or at least the next 10 years (while my visa is still valid) — I will make it a point to go back there once a year, especially now that I’ve caught up with my friends from school and they are exactly where I want to be.

And, as is the custom with my travel posts, these are some of the things I’ve deduced from my trip:

It is not impossible, but not at all advisable, to put four girls in one room, especially four girls who tend to overpack because they never know what to wear and think they need options, and who love to shop. Our room in New York’s Dream Downtown Hotel was extremely comfortable, but extremely cramped, and we had to keep stepping over one another’s luggage and shopping bags to get anywhere. I tried to take up as little room as possible, but after a while the shopping got the best of me.

Four girls to a room

Four girls to a room

When on a city vacation, it is best to wake up early. Throughout the entire trip, I don’t remember a single day that we were out and about before noon. I made it out at 9:45 AM the day before I left LA, only because it was my last day to get everything I needed and I had to meet Shaina for brunch, so I wanted an early start. But it took such a long time to get everyone out of bed and fully functioning that by the time we were out the door it was time for lunch, after which we only had a good four or five hours to do anything productive before it was time for dinner, after which everyone was too tired to do anything except go home and lie down.

Meatpacking it in New York

Meatpacking it in New York

When in New York, avoid anything with wheels. Tasha insisted on hiring a car to take us around the city, but after spending one day in the car I decided I would go back to taking the subway. Traffic is so bad all over town that it takes much longer to get anywhere by car than it does by train and on foot. I was perfectly happy to switch trains as many times as was necessary and then walk 10 blocks to meet the girls if it meant not having to sit in traffic. And the proof is in the pudding: it took all of 15 minutes on the train to get from Times Square to Harlem, and 45 minutes in the car.

EIGHTH ROW FROM THE FRONT. Nothing else is worth it.

DRAKE. They know, they know, they know.

DRAKE. They know, they know, they know.

Good Lord, you're fucking beautiful

Good Lord, you’re fucking beautiful

When traveling in a group, be impartial. I knew it wouldn’t be smooth sailing all the way traveling with a group of girls; some are more opinionated, while others are not at all, and everyone is either too afraid to argue or too indecisive to counter a decision. I spent the entire trip saying, “I’m OK with anything.”

Pre-Thanksgiving dinner at Katsuya

Pre-Thanksgiving dinner at Katsuya

10 Words You Need to Stop Misspelling

by The Oatmeal

Also known as This is Pretty Much How I Want to Tell You that Your Spelling Makes You Look Like a Douchebag.

A hot, kitschy, kooky mess

I’ve always been on the fence with my feelings about Agyness Deyn. Her almost-symmetrical face has earned her great envy amongst the model wannabes, but her peroxide-blond pixie haircut has sparked an enormous following which has, for the most part, been a complete and utter failure, and her personal edgy style has also set off a trend which has thus far only worked on Agyness Deyn herself. But it appears that the one thing about her of which I have an absolute and unswerving opinion is her house.

Getting a sneak peek inside a high profile person’s home normally leaves one feeling mixed emotions of jealousy that you don’t live there and inspiration to transform their own humble abode. We marvel at their impeccable taste and all the things that they (or their interior designer) have selected from obscure flea markets in exotic locales and high-end furniture stores. However, Agyness’s apartment – recently listed on the market for $2.5 million – in the hipster neighborhood of Williamsburg in Brooklyn, New York, has left many clutching at straws over whether to love it or hate it.

I, for one, love it. And I may be the only one.

Restraint has never really been Agyness’s thing, so it’s only logical that her natural habitat is a bit bizarre. The Under the Sea-themed bedroom with conch shell chairs and a coral-and-seaweed wall mural, a Salvador Dali-inspired bedroom with sleigh bed and gilded mirrors, and a bathroom with a brown marble bath tub, lion’s head tap and mirrored tiles. And even though each of the items, on their own, would make her appear as a klepto who had somehow managed to burgle the Museo del Prado and scour the vintage stores in Greenwich Village all at the same time, they actually work when all thrown together. The main living area is proof of this, with a floral wallpaper, leopard-print carpet, enough chintz and flea market ecclectica to make you dizzy, hessian drapes and a hot air balloon chandelier.

Certain elements of Deyn’s apartment make it feel like it could belong to a cigar-smoking, balding and slightly rotund man with gold chains rather than a girl who looks like… well, her. But I take my hat off to her, going on the same principle by which I took my hat off to Kate Moss for her wedding dress. So ugly, it’s pretty; so grotesque, it’s chic; so good for a party but not for a hangover.

That said, I would probably spend the whole time panicking that I might knock over what I think is an ashtray, only to be told that it was a knee-guard from the armor of a Ming Dynasty soldier and will cost $16 million to replace.