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Hung up over Hong Kong.

Just came back from Hong Kong. It’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. They’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. It’s the 21st century and they’re still using bamboos and churning out futuristic looking buildings. I think it’s too cool.

Bamboo scaffolding.

Then it’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 “club”. Anyway, I took picture with it. Too bad the signboard wasn’t in yellow colour otherwise it’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 Kong’s sex industry and adjourned to the dessert house. It’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), bird’s nest and goodies like….

Curry pork tripe,squid, radish and fishballs!

Pork skin RAWWKKKS. (rotflol, sorry inside joke)

I wasn’t contented with leaving just like that. I had to tarpao something!

At Lock Road.

Colourful Tsimshatsui.

Back at the hotel, I couldn’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 couldn’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 you’ve been burnt or dumped or conned, doesn’t mean other people are as weak or as dumb as you so really, STFU. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Eeeer…oops I veered.

1:27 am.

1:30 am.

Vertigo

Goodnight!

Sick in Auckland.

I’m in Auckland now and all I’m getting is a bloody fever and a sore throat. Skydiving? Maybe next time!

At least I can see Sky Tower from my window.

*sniff*

I liked Manchester.

I’m glad things are slowing down a bit. My eczema’s threatening to flare (of all places on my friggin’ breasts -_-)and I’m on a semi-food binge because of the stress. My skin looks like they belong to a 70yr old due to the dehydration. I clocked more than 60 hours of flight time, to Manchester and back, then KL and back then Brisbane and back. The last two weeks really took a toll on me. Lets not even begin on the the flight delays. Practically got molested in Manchester Airport, had to take off my shoes and shit for security. The queues in Australian airports are enraging. Flying is such a bitch nowadays.

Anyway, being home albeit for a short period of time really did some good for my well-being. Boo bought me two new pair of sneakers, both Pumas and I love them. I told him that my old pair was making my feet stink to high heavens and the next thing I knew we were in a store shopping for shoes. I don’t know about you but I’m happy (and smug) that neither of us are insecure individuals who constantly need to be reassured with expensive flowers or surprise jewelleries. We’re so practical it must sound really boring but the truth couldn’t be further from that. We’re thoroughly digging the only-gifts-i-want movement.

I had a field time in Manchester in spite of having work constantly breathing down my neck. I was so impressed with Sainsbury, Tesco and Marks & Spencer for their selections of delicious goodies. I think I must have gained 5 kilos downing bacons, sausages, cream cakes, scotch eggs, trifle, donuts, pork pies, eclairs and etc. I went berserk shopping in Primark. Got myself some lingerie, bag and socks and my best buy must be the £8 satin corset top.

I’ll have fun driving one of these.

Went to Old Trafford too of course. Took a £2.50 tram ride from Market Street to Old Trafford.

Saw Kellogg’s HQ while walking to the stadium.

Only saw the outside of the stadium but paid the Mega Store a visit. The enormity of the Manchester United merchandising business hit me when I was in the store. It’s a bit….I don’t know, freaky? That people are willing to pay premium price for products with mediocre quality just because they’ve got ManU stamp on it.

From jerseys…