god bless 7-11s and their bright white fluorescent lights that are such a welcome delight in the dead of night when one takes flight to fight the hunger plight. it is always comforting and somewhat exciting to see a familiar sight when you’re far from home, even if it is just an orange, green and red neon signboard. nevertheless, it is a signboard that bears the promise of round-the-clock coffee, diet coke, chocolate and instant noodles whenever the need for such provisions arises; and the knowledge of that is like the awareness that you have a plan B, a best friend, the feeling of kicking off your shoes as you throw yourself down on the couch after a long, long, long day.
i was just falling asleep on my books last night, so i thought i’d run down to the 7-11 to get some coffee and Pocky sticks. because i was too sleepy and grumpy to look for my bra, i pulled on one of Martian’s shirts instead. it smelt so good and so much like him that i wondered why i dont wear his shirts more often. then i wore his Bloomberg flip-flops, and off i went to get me some coffee. the security guard at the entrance, not my favourite one but she’s cutesy as well, asked me if i was going to go get siew yeh. i was going to say, siew yeh and kopi, but i caught myself and said, yes, siew yeh and kah feh.
this late in the night, only stray cats, sleepless taxi drivers and the occasional Pocky-craving insomniac prowl the streets. as i flip-flopped my way down to Robinson Road, i remembered that one night some months ago when we fought and i cried and i went down to Lan Kwai Fong alone. it was a strange night, that one, a strange perplexing night of Mr Wimbledons, ulterior motives facaded by easy drinking games, and conversations about which of the two is the more heartbreaking sex. later that night when i got home, Martian enveloped me in hugs and kisses, and i felt like such an idiot for thinking i would feel better being away from him. sad things and sulkiness just melt away when the person you love is holding you.
the 7-11s here dont make that irritating electronic dingdong! sound every time someone enters or exits. when i walked in, there was a night-shift policeman (ah sir!) reading the newspaper on a stack of somethings, and his gaze immediately landed on my chest sans bra. the young guy by the drinks display did the same, and so i glared at them. a post-party dyed-blonde girl walked in then, and she once-overed me, and then flicked her eyes away boredly as if to say, they’re just tits.
there is one department of Hong Kong’s gastronomical delights that, despite all my time here, i have yet to sample : the infamous 7-11 microwaveable ricebowls! i allowed myself some time to linger upon the tableau of different frozen rice dishes, to give each and every one due deliberation before i made my big momentous decision of What To Eat. finally, i decided on Rice with Pork and Salted Fish, principally because it is a flavour of my childhood, and it brings me back to precious lunchtimes with my mother and brothers on cloudy schoolday afternoons.
cheerful boxes of cookies and snacks were behind me, and i dove into the shelves with my eyes. some experiences are best shared, though, and i was quickly disenchanted. i picked out a box of Pocky and Hello Panda biscuits.
pleased with my 7-11 treasures, i made my way home. back to my SAT textbooks and my sleeping boyfriend, who would be quite pissed off to know that i went out of the house without a bra.
the rice bowl was actually quite nice!
SAT Question of the Day : 1B5A - 6BC = ABC. A, B and C all stand for different numbers from 1 to 9. What is the value of C?
if there is one thing i absolutely cannot stand, it is the loss of opportunity. my most depressed (ok i use this loosely, perhaps ‘gloomiest’ would be a better word) stages in life are always when i want to do something badly, AM SO CLOSE to doing that something, but at the last minute it is snatched out of my hands by some warped and unexpected circumstance. i hate it when that happens. really hate it.
so dont talk to me about the ESUM public speaking competition. i went to watch the semifinals today and was totally shocked at the quality of the speeches at semifinal level. some of them didnt even *have* their speeches prepared, or even understood the meaning of ’straw that broke the camel’s back’. arhghghghghgh see lah, lim su ann. panic summore lah. have low confidence summore lah. pull out of competition summore lah. see who regrets now. bitch. no one to blame but yourself.
@#*%&$*(^*$( okok the end of whining. THE END. next time no more panicking and no more low confidence and no more last minute no-shows.
eh but the public speaking circuit is a small one. saw 3 friends and 2 other familiar faces at the semifinals. gooooo sharmin, caryn, john. hope you three make it to the finals! if i cant be there, i wanna at least live vicariously through you guys :P okay maybe except john. coz his debate team kicked my team’s ass and went on to win the championship trophy and i’m still bitter
damn funny right this face! i love it. coz it’s so ME, muahaha.
a photo from our pool orgy tonight :
i wanna say a big thank you to everyone who took the time to pull me out of my little depressed rut over the past 2 weeks. i totally appreciate it, even if i was too sullen to say so. everything has been so emotionally taxing, i feel like i dont have any life left in me. but i’m okay now. i ate two oranges this morning and for some reason i felt inexplicably better. and i also encountered the coolest cabbie ever this afternoon, who sang songs for me (we belted out Take Me Home Country Road together loudly) and told me to have more sex. haha i liked him sooooo much, not because he told me to have more sex, but because he was just so awesome. he totally knew how to make me feel better. i entered his cab a very sulky girl, and i came out giggling like crazy. he later asked me if i would go watch Mr Bean with him.. hahaha! so funny. i replied, ‘date someone your own age lah uncle!’ and he said, ‘you shaddup, hypocrite’. -__-
and he very perasan wan, says he looks like Jackie Chan. but that’s okay, awesome people can be as perasan as they want. (Jay, for your benefit, perasan means self-absorbed or vain)
as i got out of the car, he said, ‘girl ah dont be be sad okay. remember never to take things too seriously in life. oh and dont forget to have sex. byebye!’
2pm - arrive home
3pm - leave home and arrive at wherever i’m going to study
10pm - finish studying, have hopefully completed syllabus so can watch replay of American Idol and Heroes!!!!
what actually happened :
2.00pm - arrive home
2.15pm - muck around house eating cookies and replying emails
2.30pm - read newspaper, watch a bit of tv
2.45pm - shower
3.00pm - a hell of a lot more procrastination etc etc etc etc
4.30pm - finally leave home
5.00pm - arrive at Marmalade to discover they dont have wifi. wtf. Martian, why like that???
5.05pm - read magazines at Marmalade
5.30pm - realize i really have to start studying, leave Marmalade, arrive at Delicious
5.40pm - arrive at Delicious to discover that they no longer allow patrons to use the electrical powerpoints. fuck off lah, Delicious .. sombong oredi izzit got 3 outlets now?
5.45pm - finish stupid argument with Delicious waiters, finally sit down to study
6.00pm - recieve email that Singapore hotel booking did not go through! tiu lor! start surfing around for hotels in a panic
6.35pm - finally got a hotel room. yay!
6.45pm - read some blogs, reply more emails
7.00pm - laptop battery starts dying. wtf. time to migrate to Starbucks
7.05pm - migration to Starbucks
7.10pm - sit down with latte, bop around to Fall Out Boy songs while throwing arms in the air while eliciting a lot of weird stares from fellow Starbucks patrons
7.20pm - surf Youtube for videos, watch the No Pok video again, laugh like hyena
7.32pm (now) - still not studying, blogging aboutt not studying instead
die lah. i havent even cracked open my stupid 5000 kilogramme econs book! IM SO GOING TO FAIL MY EXAM TOMORROW.
my mother wanted to go with me - i have no clue why, but i highly suspect it’s because she thinks i’m too retarded to get my passport done myself. even my dad (who never offers to do anything with me) was hassling me to go. his exact words were, “just tell me which day you’re free, then i take you go!!!” wahhhh what’s the big deal here? all want to get me out of the country issit? all want me to stay with Martian forever issit? so that i dont spend money shopping (father) and so that my shoes are all free to be borrowed (mother) right???
think i dont know ah. parentals, i am on to you and your evil plans. expired passport or not, you are going to be stuck with me for the next 20 years! muahaha.
on the day before i was meant to go renew my passport, there was a bit of an emergency and my parents had to fly off to Labuan. i woke up to find them already gone, and a stack of documents under my door. i opened the envelope to find my birth cert, a photocopy of my ID both front and back, passport-sized photos, my passport… and a passport renewal application form already filled out from start till end.
AND A STEP-BY-STEP GUIDE TO RENEWING MY PASSPORT.
does my mother really think i’m retarded??? :( :(
anyway quite cute also lah my mother. she kept texting me to “remember to renew your passport!!” and on the day i went to do it, she kept calling me for a progress report every few hours. what the hell is going on man.
so i arrived at Pusat Bandar Damansara at 8am. and my passport was ready by 11am! phwoar damn cool. not bad ah, i remember during the good old days, things like these took 3 working days.
when i got there and had crossed out #1 and #2 on my mother dearest’s step-by-step guide to passport renewal, i had to do #3 which is Take A Number At Counter. so i did lah. the number was 1090 .. and we were only at 1030. knowing how slow the ppl at the immigration dept can be, i figured i had lots of time to kill, so i went to get my pictures taken.
oh my god the inner camwhore in me just leapt out. i made the poor guy take like a few billion pictures of me before i was satisfied with the last one. i mean seriously, what is with passport pictures? why do they always turn out so icky? after i was done with the whole rigmarole of smiling, not smiling, pouting (yes i did), raising eyebrows, not raising eyebrows, left hair parting, middle hair parting, right hair parting, tulan face, innocent wide eyed face, normal looking face and lain lain lagi, i finally settled on the blank-stare face.
then i went back up to find that i had missed my turn in the queue -_______-
so i took another number. while waiting, stared at the pictures i took, decided i didnt like it so much after all.
went to another booth and another photographer to take more pics.
MISSED MY NUMBER AGAIN WTF WTF WTF.
i texted my boyfriend and father to tell them what a camwhore of a girlfriend and daughter they have, that she had to miss her number twice cos she was taking pictures. they werent very surprised. like, whateverrrrrrrrr. at least i have a nice passport picture now.
NOT. cos i handed over the wrong set of pictures when it was my turn at the counter. grrrr. went back to school after that to sit for a test i didnt know i had to sit for, and then came back, spending a grand total of RM50 on cab fare back and forth.
the fruits of my labour :
and this is how i looked like in 2002! i was 14 and dating the school athlete, hahaha. we were so in love! now everytime we meet, we hit each other and start swearing and dissing each other’s hair.
sigh! has it really been 5 years already? 2002 feels like just yesterday. ivan sat behind me in class, and i used to give sieutheng all these stupid lovesick smiles. back then sieutheng never wore skirts! chong ken was always with me and my then-boyfriend used to be so jealous of him. miss mabil taught us english and we’d always imitate her. “we have ample time!”, “what’s the time like now?”. the other day i saw miss mabil at the train station and i didnt know if she remembered me, so i didnt say hi.
here are some photos; because i’ve been so busy waking up late and mucking around HK doing nothing, that i just couldnt find the time to blog! ahh, the life of a bum who just cant seem to wake up early.
this is me getting my fortune told near Temple Street. the old man told me that i should not worry, cos i’ll enter university. yeaaaaaa i should hope so @_@ he also said i should only get married after 28, or else i wont have a happy marriage. oh and that i should marry older men. haha, right. everyone knows i like my men young!
oh oh and he said i shouldnt ever lend money to friends cos i’ll never get it back. HAHAHA! okay ah, everybody! dont borrow money from me anymore ah!
help me decide which of the below two green pics are nicer. martian says one of them is nicer, i wont tell you which, but i totally dont think so. faster pick, we’re having a minor disagreement over this!
pic A :
pic B:
taken in the little green stairwell of Yau Ma Tei’s cinematheque, where we watched Little Miss Sunshine. a veryyy good flick! little Abigail Breslin has come so far from the days of Raising Helen and Signs. haha not to mention pulling out staples from her arm with her teeth in Grey’s Anatomy.
me playing monkey on the ubiquitous HK bamboo scaffolding.
!!!!!!!!!! damn good dessert at this place called Honeymoon Dessert in Central. one is durian and black glutinous rice in coconut milk, the other is mango and black glutinous rice in vanilla sauce. oh mai gawd, so yummy.
a frontal and a buttshot, just like old days! this is us shopping for sports supplies at Lan Kwai Fong.
that is the face he gives me when i’m late, and that is the face i give him when i’m late. heehee. we were at the Landmark for this Miu Miu party that had little ice creams in cones for finger food. whee!
but nothing beats Ben and Jerry’s…!!! this is the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. man i could eat cookie dough ice cream forever.
in the elevator, with our Miu Miu sunnies. arghghghg i’m doing that pout again. what started out as a spoof three years ago is now stuck forever!!! noooooooo. okay must stop pouting. must. must start taking pics like a normal person.
okay this is not a pout. this is a muka baru bangun or a muka jangan kacau.
DAMN GOOD GRAND MARNIER CHOCOLATE CAKE EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT TASTE ANY G.MARNIER IT’S STILL DAMN GOOD!!!
this is a portuguese espresso egg tart! we arrived at Macau really late, so all the portuguese egg tarts were sold out :( sigh! at least this espresso one was good too. it’s from the same cafe where we got the grand marnier choc torte, this place called Singing Bean next to Watson’s at the macau central square. wait, is that place even called the Macau Central Square or did i just make that up in my head?
me and a Macau building. dont know which, dont care which. at that time i just really wanted to find portuguese egg tarts. and go to the toilet.
everyone on the streets of Macau seemed to be eating this crepe, so i also want!! finally managed to track it down after stalking the people holding crepes. hehe mine is banana chocolate. i wanted peanut butter in it too but they ran out. grrrr. nevermind lah still nice. is anyone else besides me pissed off that Crepe Express in mid valley closed down and gave way to some petaling street air mata kuching stall -___-
me and Macau Yellow Cat Graffiti On Wall.
okay no more pictures because i want to continue mucking around in HK doing nothing. byebye! dont forget to pick which green picture you like betta.
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