9:55Am.

This is the last time I'm blogging in Park Mall.

How many 9:55's have I spent here?

Sleepy-eyed 9:55 AMs.
Frustrated 9:55 PMs.
Almost late 9:55 AMs.
Waiting for meetings 9:55PMs.

Gotta miss this place.

Have you guys realised how things are over-priced in Singapore, especially in Far East?


There's a chain of Korean shops spreading across level 3 to 4, fyi 3 of them are actually under the same boss. Dresses range from $99.90 up, shoes from $120 up. If you happen to find something below this mark, its either really bad (and look cheap) designs or really really poor quality. They do have really nice accessories though, average priced, but other than that, the price and the staffs are of the same quality -- overly stuck up.

Once I happened to walk pass one of the branches at level 3 (opposite the old Lydia), girls and ladies and aunties queueing to enter the shop. LIKE TAKA'S LV. Gosh. I was going so excited about it, thought that it really had something that special inside. Thought.


Gotta mention another Japanese brand huu-haa shop at level 4, few doors next to the famous tattoo shop. IT SUCKS, I'm telling you that. I love the brands they bring in, from Vivi to Sly to Cecil Mcbee, but HELLO? $400 for a Cecil Mcbee polo? You must be crazy. I got mine, original, with tag, brand new, clean and beautifully displayed for less than one hundred sin dollars...and it came with great service. I've never met any girls with good service at that damn shop.

Once I went with Sandy, she saw a really cute umbrella (cant rem which brand) on display and casually asked for the price. The salesgirl (that tried to ignore us from the minute we stepped in) realised that she had no choice but to reply that its not for sale unless u spend a thousand dollars at their little money-sucking shop.

This is Far East? My good ol' Far East?


I dont believe it man.

I must praise Gwen for her digital imaging skills.



Praise praise praise.
=D


Valentine's day was a great girls hangout. Tired feets, blisters, big burn hole in the wallet, high calories ...... absolutely great. Check out Giena's blog for the pics, on Shoku-street at Heerens. Why havent we discovered it earlier?

My parents are here from next Thurs to 3rd Feb, I'll missing in action as usual.

I'm just happy that somebody and somebody are finally together.

And I'm just happy that somebody and somebody finally broke off.

And....I was happy that somebody left somebody for good, until I realised that it was all bullshit. Well well well. Ahem.

*


I met up with Wennie on the day before I went back to Hong Kong. We were sharing about problems that all overseas students face - The Return. When you get so used to a place, you start to wonder where do you call "home". And about the prospects, about settling down, about growing up in a place without the loved ones that used to grow up with you. I dont like that feeling, but I cant part this place just yet.


Its not really confusing, but its kinda complicated. When I went home in new year, my mum made the effort to make me feel a sense of belonging at our house. She did offered to sleep in with my dad so that me and my sister can share a room, but she didnt sleep well for the 1st night and I offered to switch. She gladly accept. And all those discussion about getting a new wardrobe, another bed, arrangements of furnitures to make me fit......I feel the effort, I really do.


And btw, my sis had an uglier haircut. The ugliest ever.

Steamboat on the first day back! Thats my sister's ugliest ever hair cut.



Her hair matches with any quirky clothes now. But NOT TEESHIRT AND JEANS.

Rose left Singapore 2 days ago. She's flying back to the arms of her boyfriend and leaving him for another 2 years to Canada. It was quite chaotic at the farewell dinner when she learnt that her return flight to Phil is gonna shoulder-pass her boyfriend's departure flight to Saudi Arabia, we didnt even had the proper say goodbye and teary speech. Me and my aunt ended up gossiping over hot pot.

This is the 1st pic of us taken together...hmmm. Im missing her already.

My sis and I bought her a trench coat as farewell pressie. Vogue la, Rose, Vogue!

I stopped controlling my appetite and watching what I eat since late December. Besides not obeying my 3 NOs (NO DINNER, NO RICE, NO SNACKS), I stopped my jogging routine together as well.

Well done Bonita.

But might as well, you know, thanks to the lifting of the 3 NOs, my appetite returned and I had a wonderful trip back to HK. Crouching on the sofa slurping ice-cream, swallowing har gaos after har gaos, swish-swashing of american fatty beef slices in the hot soup....hello there, my long lost five kilos.

Serve me right.

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.

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.

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.