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Signs of age.

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

I’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 I’m certain they gave me cheddar instead). I don’t really like cheddar on its own, it’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!!!! I’m going to get high blood pressure from all the fat and salt. But at least I’ll die happier.

Body ache, room service and stinky cheese…if these are not signs of aging, what is?

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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 they’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, we’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. We’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 America’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 it’s so noisy. Argh!!!!!!!

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OMG I’m going for taekwondo classes. Don’t mess with me I will kick your sorry ass!!!! (Lets see how long I will last)

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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!

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