20 JANUARY 2008. SUNDAY. 10:50PM.

It's too hard catching sunsets these days. It seems to be a debate between the spectacular view (estimated around 8:30pm) or feeding your hunger. Today the sun didn't seem to be heading down anytime soon so we chose to eat. I'm all sun-kissed and baked, satisfied after a refreshing tangy thai beef salad, ready to face my week at work before flying home celebrating the lunar new year with the clan after many years of absence.

This trip is equally exciting because we got tickets to see The Police. Which were purchased after a spontaneous trans-atlantic web chat, which were the cheapest tickets we wouldcare to pay for, which means we will be looking at Sting's bum all night. It's gonna be fun. Because it's a damn concert. And because we did exactly the same thing when we were 19 at a Paula Abdul concert and we didn't care we barely knew her songs. And i also got into trouble for closing the store early and not telling anyone.