Month: November 2006

Signs of age.

Think the taekwondo thing is a tad too ambitious for me. Iā€™ve only been to one class and already the stretching sessions have rendered me semi-crippled. Oh my gawd, Iā€™m getting old.

Iā€™ll be going to the second class tomorrow and hopefully my muscles will get use to it.

Gado-gado and mixed satays.

Just got back from Jakarta. I was too lazy to go anywhere. So I just stayed in my room, pigged out on room service and HBO. Missing in pictures are the fried bananas and cheese platter (which was a rip-off because I asked for brie only and Iā€™m certain they gave me cheddar instead). I donā€™t really like cheddar on its own, itā€™s only nice for grilled cheese sandwich.

So when I got home, I ripped open my prized Danish Blue and saltines. Soaked my grapes (this sounds so wrong) and then pigged out on cheese again!!!! Iā€™m going to get high blood pressure from all the fat and salt. But at least Iā€™ll die happier.

Body ache, room service and stinky cheeseā€¦if these are not signs of aging, what is?

Convenient ice-cream meets child labour.

My doorbell rang late at night. I opened the door to find two children, both looked like they barely celebrated their 10th birthdays. One of them had a trolley with a huge icebox on it. I asked them what was the matter.

They told me that theyā€™re selling ice-cream. They asked me to help them because they were poor and they had to pay for their school fees. My heart sank, I asked them how much were the ice-cream. After mentally converting the price, one box came to about RM21. I became a tad hesitant.

They pleaded with me again. Please help us, weā€™re poor and we need to pay our school fees. So I forked out the money and got a box of low quality ice cream, incidentally it was imported from Malaysia. Then I asked them where were their parents. They said the same things again. Weā€™re poor, please help us pay our school fees. I stopped probing.

Did I just encourage child labour? Did I just get conned by a bunch of kids? Anyhow, it was ice-cream at my doorstep and Americaā€™s Next Top Model was on (I needed tele snack). Admittedly, too strong a temptation to resist.

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My neighbour is undergoing renovation and itā€™s so noisy. Argh!!!!!!!

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OMG Iā€™m going for taekwondo classes. Donā€™t mess with me I will kick your sorry ass!!!! (Lets see how long I will last)

Hung up over Hong Kong.

Just came back from Hong Kong. Itā€™s amazing how a country only 4 hours away from ours can be so different. I was gasping at the sight of the highrise condominiums. Theyā€™re so high and dense, they seemed surreal. While I thought they looked absolutely majestic, I kept having this weird expectation of them collapsing at any moment. The buildings just seemed rather delicate to me.

Naturally, the first picture I took of Hong Kong is bamboo scaffolding. Itā€™s the 21st century and theyā€™re still using bamboos and churning out futuristic looking buildings. I think itā€™s too cool.

Bamboo scaffolding.

Then itā€™s off to delicious dinner of sui kao meen (dumpling noodle) and tung ling char (ice lemon tea).

Sui kao meen and tung ling char.

Camwhoring in the restaurant.

Absofuckinglutely orgasmic. I was tempted to order another side of dumplings only but I refrained. I had wanted to reserve more belly space for dessert. Wise move indeed.

On the way for dessert, I passed by what I assumed was an over-ambitious brothel as it addressed itself as a ā€œclubā€. Anyway, I took picture with it. Too bad the signboard wasnā€™t in yellow colour otherwise itā€™d have been more apt.

Wan Chai Club. Oooh sucky, sucky, onri 5 dorras.

Vintage pimpstress prepositioning unidentified male.

I got over my fascination with Hong Kongā€™s sex industry and adjourned to the dessert house. Itā€™s called Shu Liu Shan or something like that.

Mango pudding with ice cream.

Something made out of pomelo/sago/mango/coconut cream.

This dessert house must be the creme de la creme of mango based dessert. After having them, I can assure you that you can die happy. Aside from mango based stuff they also have shuet kap gou (hasma), birdā€™s nest and goodies likeā€¦.

Curry pork tripe,squid, radish and fishballs!

Pork skin RAWWKKKS. (rotflol, sorry inside joke)

I wasnā€™t contented with leaving just like that. I had to tarpao something!

At Lock Road.

Colourful Tsimshatsui.

Back at the hotel, I couldnā€™t sleep so I ate takeaway I bought earlier on from the dessert house.

Mochi with fresh mango filling.

They were so good I finished all of them at one go.

Still, I couldnā€™t sleep. So I started harrasing my boo via sms. Got him to make a 30 minute long distance call. For 30 minutes he listened to me sobbed and burped and farted and rambled. Thanks boo

I hate it when people give me unsolicited advice regarding relationships. Well, actually I hate it when people give me unsolicited advice regarding anything really. I mean, just because youā€™ve been burnt or dumped or conned, doesnā€™t mean other people are as weak or as dumb as you so really, STFU. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Eeeerā€¦oops I veered.

1:27 am.

1:30 am.

Vertigo

Goodnight!