I'm somewhere in the middle of HKSAR airport, said goodbye 15 minutes ago.
Seems like forever.
New year's pretty chaotic in HK, its such a big thing. Didnt feel any impact of the Wall Street crash at all, seems like "New Year" is a really good excuse for everybody to leave their worries aside and throw in big bucks for this festive season. Happy *v*
Me and my family kinda come to an agreement about me staying in Singapore, on the basis of IF i'm able to achieve what I promised them by September. If everything goes according to planned, I should be able to extend another cheerful year in the sunny island. IF.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
I think this Hong Kong trip is seriously too long. I'm exhausted from resting.
The main purpose of this trip is for a funeral, an eye opener for me cos I've never been to any funerals out of Singapore. My relatives were amazed to know that Singaporean have their's in the void deck ("Wont the corpse go bad? Wont it stink?") and my Singapore friends cant believe that a dead man has to dumped 20 odd days in the fridge(or whatever its called...corpse storage box?) before the actual funeral happens. Hmmm.
Good and bad. Treating a dead loved-one like a chunk of airflown pork versus having time to cool down, dry your tears to pay your last respect to the pork....i mean, loved ones. Good and bad.
I didnt take any pics on the first two days. A pity cos my cousin was sooooo damn cute.
While my parents were away from HK (they flew to Singapore for my mum's mum funeral), my sister and I sneaked out to an offshore Island. A very memorable place....=) 10 years ago I had a really bad fall there, on Christmas eve. Thats why I lost the soul of my front teeth. -_-~
The sky is so beautiful.
If you rotate this pic upside down, it looks like a road of cloud.
This place is famous for their mango Lor Mai Chee. DAMN NICE i tell u DAMN NICE. Its one whole chunk of mango inside every lor mai chee.
Their staff recommended this, the mango chee cheong fun. The white skin - Coconut milk, green skin - green tea and black sesame for the grey skin.
I dont really like it.
杨枝甘露. They treat the mangoes like cheap stuffs manz...its chunk and chunks and chunks in every bowl.
Look at all the powder on my lips! Without makeup la, dont be scared.
Beautiful sunset.
Short hands = only head shot.
How many peaceful evenings will there be?
I've been dying to have porridge in this kinda street stalls for a year!!!
Ferry back to Hong Kong mainland.
DONT dont Jump! JUMP!~
We had nowhere else to go (lazy to squeeze down to Mongkok)...wandered about in Central. The big shopping malls are closed....
Can somebody tell me who's the model endorsing for Shanghai Tang? There's something about her brows that I want to know...
.....Comme Des Garcons is closed...(I finally found it!)
....Christian Loubotin is closed...
*drooling*
One day, you wait for me, one day I'll get you home!
There seems like nothing much else to see until we made a criscross turn to...
Yes, the forbidden ground of the bored and "zhai" and underage (unless you dont look your age).
My sis was so fascinated. Like Eve towards apple.
Snaps.
Snaps. There was a guy dancing right infront of the couch near the entrance, while his gay friend (He's gay cos I say so) watched on lazily, sipping his whisky (its whisky cos I say so) with his little finger pointing out.
Looks like a good place to chill. (and i smell chicken wings!)
We just came back from the countryside, excuse me. I seem like the most covered girl in the streets, even my sis is baring more flesh than me. I'm so embarrassed!
I saw lots of models in-and-out of this pub. Free drinks with comcards?
And here too..
Dump these manz, its so not eco-friendly.
It took my days and days to blog this, reason being? Ngee Ann finally found out that I've been accessing the dialup after graduation for years and they cut good ol'faithful ngee-ann-tian's dialup access. Its just dialup la, come on! Nobody uses dialup anymore you know! You shld be glad that there's someone out there that supports hogging your line!
Urghz.
So. I'm accessing internet only in the office. Checking mail, i-banking, facebook, friendster, online shopping and blogging. If I'm on MSN, you know I'm at Park Mall.
I may not be in Park Mall after March though. Winks. Lalalalalallaaaa.
The main purpose of this trip is for a funeral, an eye opener for me cos I've never been to any funerals out of Singapore. My relatives were amazed to know that Singaporean have their's in the void deck ("Wont the corpse go bad? Wont it stink?") and my Singapore friends cant believe that a dead man has to dumped 20 odd days in the fridge(or whatever its called...corpse storage box?) before the actual funeral happens. Hmmm.
Good and bad. Treating a dead loved-one like a chunk of airflown pork versus having time to cool down, dry your tears to pay your last respect to the pork....i mean, loved ones. Good and bad.
I didnt take any pics on the first two days. A pity cos my cousin was sooooo damn cute.
While my parents were away from HK (they flew to Singapore for my mum's mum funeral), my sister and I sneaked out to an offshore Island. A very memorable place....=) 10 years ago I had a really bad fall there, on Christmas eve. Thats why I lost the soul of my front teeth. -_-~
The sky is so beautiful.
If you rotate this pic upside down, it looks like a road of cloud.
This place is famous for their mango Lor Mai Chee. DAMN NICE i tell u DAMN NICE. Its one whole chunk of mango inside every lor mai chee.
Their staff recommended this, the mango chee cheong fun. The white skin - Coconut milk, green skin - green tea and black sesame for the grey skin.
I dont really like it.
杨枝甘露. They treat the mangoes like cheap stuffs manz...its chunk and chunks and chunks in every bowl.
Look at all the powder on my lips! Without makeup la, dont be scared.
Beautiful sunset.
Short hands = only head shot.
How many peaceful evenings will there be?
I've been dying to have porridge in this kinda street stalls for a year!!!
Ferry back to Hong Kong mainland.
DONT dont Jump! JUMP!~
We had nowhere else to go (lazy to squeeze down to Mongkok)...wandered about in Central. The big shopping malls are closed....
Can somebody tell me who's the model endorsing for Shanghai Tang? There's something about her brows that I want to know...
.....Comme Des Garcons is closed...(I finally found it!)
....Christian Loubotin is closed...
*drooling*
One day, you wait for me, one day I'll get you home!
There seems like nothing much else to see until we made a criscross turn to...
Yes, the forbidden ground of the bored and "zhai" and underage (unless you dont look your age).
My sis was so fascinated. Like Eve towards apple.
Snaps.
Snaps. There was a guy dancing right infront of the couch near the entrance, while his gay friend (He's gay cos I say so) watched on lazily, sipping his whisky (its whisky cos I say so) with his little finger pointing out.
Looks like a good place to chill. (and i smell chicken wings!)
We just came back from the countryside, excuse me. I seem like the most covered girl in the streets, even my sis is baring more flesh than me. I'm so embarrassed!
I saw lots of models in-and-out of this pub. Free drinks with comcards?
And here too..
Dump these manz, its so not eco-friendly.
It took my days and days to blog this, reason being? Ngee Ann finally found out that I've been accessing the dialup after graduation for years and they cut good ol'faithful ngee-ann-tian's dialup access. Its just dialup la, come on! Nobody uses dialup anymore you know! You shld be glad that there's someone out there that supports hogging your line!
Urghz.
So. I'm accessing internet only in the office. Checking mail, i-banking, facebook, friendster, online shopping and blogging. If I'm on MSN, you know I'm at Park Mall.
I may not be in Park Mall after March though. Winks. Lalalalalallaaaa.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Im back people, Im back!
Airplanes are a funny thing, I've mentioned again and again. It brings you from one place to another in a nap's time, there I was, swiping my c.c at DHC at Mongkok, here I am infront of my good ol'table at Park Mall, typing away about yesterdays stuffs.
On the second day of my last last last grandmother's funeral (my granddad had 4 wives), my aunt called to inform us that my mum's mum just passed away. What a coincidence. My mum burst out in even more tears (she was already wailing at her mother-in-law's funeral) while I stood next to her in total shock.
Shock.
She's dead. Just like that.
If you dont know me, you might be thinking that this is another intimate grandmother-granddaughter story. "I was soooo close to her" and "I-III-I *sob* cant believe that she's----deeeaadd*sob*" and a hell lot of sobbing and wailing....that's not my story.
My story is 11 journals long, blood stained pages. If you know me, there isnt any need to go into further details about the hate and hates of me and her.
I used to imagine what would the house become after she die. I even went into details like, if we discard that mirror that lie on top of her bed, will she come back and haunt me. Years back when she was still in the right mind, threats like "die in my room", "做鬼都不放过我" were a common line that pops out every two weeks. Freaked the hell out of me.
I even drafted out a list of friends that I can stay over/ask them to stay over for accompany if she die.
Oh, and the yellow amulets I got from 黄大仙. In my plan, it was supposed to be blue-tagged on every wall during the funeral.
None of this were brought out. (except for ONE tiny amulet...i stuck it on the door)
And btw, if you are still wondering, yes. I didnt turn up for her funeral. We've been debating about this issue for years, with my ex-boyfriends friends relatives parents, people related and non-related. My uncle(paternal side) was really pissed when he realised that I'm not going back to Singapore for my mum's mum's funeral, he felt that I should pay my last respect for the old lady, let bygones be bygones since she's already dead.
Thats the point. Since she's already dead, why should I? Why should I even fake it? For the world to see?
Im not celebrating for her death, there's no happiness involved; but there arent sorrow too. I cant even squeeze a tear. I dont feel for her. And I dont feel for you you you and you either, cos you you you and you didnt feel for me when I needed help.
Goodbye Grandma. Ages since I called you that huh. Goodbye.
Airplanes are a funny thing, I've mentioned again and again. It brings you from one place to another in a nap's time, there I was, swiping my c.c at DHC at Mongkok, here I am infront of my good ol'table at Park Mall, typing away about yesterdays stuffs.
On the second day of my last last last grandmother's funeral (my granddad had 4 wives), my aunt called to inform us that my mum's mum just passed away. What a coincidence. My mum burst out in even more tears (she was already wailing at her mother-in-law's funeral) while I stood next to her in total shock.
Shock.
She's dead. Just like that.
If you dont know me, you might be thinking that this is another intimate grandmother-granddaughter story. "I was soooo close to her" and "I-III-I *sob* cant believe that she's----deeeaadd*sob*" and a hell lot of sobbing and wailing....that's not my story.
My story is 11 journals long, blood stained pages. If you know me, there isnt any need to go into further details about the hate and hates of me and her.
I used to imagine what would the house become after she die. I even went into details like, if we discard that mirror that lie on top of her bed, will she come back and haunt me. Years back when she was still in the right mind, threats like "die in my room", "做鬼都不放过我" were a common line that pops out every two weeks. Freaked the hell out of me.
I even drafted out a list of friends that I can stay over/ask them to stay over for accompany if she die.
Oh, and the yellow amulets I got from 黄大仙. In my plan, it was supposed to be blue-tagged on every wall during the funeral.
None of this were brought out. (except for ONE tiny amulet...i stuck it on the door)
And btw, if you are still wondering, yes. I didnt turn up for her funeral. We've been debating about this issue for years, with my ex-boyfriends friends relatives parents, people related and non-related. My uncle(paternal side) was really pissed when he realised that I'm not going back to Singapore for my mum's mum's funeral, he felt that I should pay my last respect for the old lady, let bygones be bygones since she's already dead.
Thats the point. Since she's already dead, why should I? Why should I even fake it? For the world to see?
Im not celebrating for her death, there's no happiness involved; but there arent sorrow too. I cant even squeeze a tear. I dont feel for her. And I dont feel for you you you and you either, cos you you you and you didnt feel for me when I needed help.
Goodbye Grandma. Ages since I called you that huh. Goodbye.
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