Streets that incline dangerously.
This isn’t a great shot, but if you look hard enough you can see evidence of the crazy slopes.
Which is delicious for crazy skaters. Hohoho.
And I thought this was, ah, intruiging.
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My roommate’s just arrived. She seems pretty nice. :)
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Laters.
My happiest and most heartfelt congratulations to you three, for getting into the team.
:)))))))
Hip hip hooraaaaaaaaaaay!
Awesome news, this is.
Damn cool ah.
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Call me a sour grape but I know my grandparents would’ve been grinning with pride if I was in, too. Oh wells.
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Goodnight folks.
I think my roommate is moving in tommorrow. Gasp.
So I bought an SD Card Reader.
Since I’m listening to some great music by Christina Aguilera (Mercy On Me) and I’ve some time on my hands.
Might as well, huh.
That’s the famous Ladies Street in Mongkok.
Its like a more spacious Bugis Village, actually. And they sell more ah, shall we say, risque things. Hm. And lo, guess what.
I didn’t buy a single thing.
Hohoho.
Anyways, moving on.
The URA folks will get massive heart attacks when they see this.
Central district, as seen from Tsim Sha Tsui, before I boarded the ferry.
The sun was readying itself to set.
What’s Shenton Way, man? Hong Kong is da place to do. Ho.
And, Central (and beyond) as seen from the ferry.
I like the ferry. Its a rickty, creaky mass of wood.
The ferry.
The gangplank, is an unstable piece of metal that bobs and swerves unsteadily. You gotta hop onto it with some nifty footwork, because of its impromptu jerky, motion-sickness sort of movements. Neat.
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Managed to do some admin matters today. I’m sort of revelling in the do-everything-alone-yourself kinda state I’m in now. Sort of, because its the sort of responsibility that tags along with independence, and yet I’m afraid that I’ll forget or miss out on something important. I sigh. But its a fabulous opportunity, so I shall look on the bright side.
I think course selection will be a headache though. Sigh.
I shall head out to the darkened streets outside HKU now. :)
Let’s hope I’ll be back in one piece. Haha.
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P.S. I just read ur blog cheese. Haha. I didn’t know there was a LIST of things that I had to inform you? Geez. But in anycase. I don’t know my address, but I think I gave you the wrong address. Msn me again and I’ll tell you! :)
Disclaimer: The address came out of my own head.
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GREETINGS TO CHER AND HUI! :)))
I’m so glad we could all talk today, please hurry and get a webcam so I can see you guys. Grin.
Cheers!
There are two things that are foremost on my mind.
One. Language is truly a barrier.
Two. I left my guts at home.
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Okay. I’m not mincing anything right now.
I wonder how I’m going to survive the next four months and emerging unscathed.
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I miss home big time. I guess its because I know absolutely no-one here in hku. Like, zilch. And then I arrived smack in the middle of some hall orientation.
And everyone’s like. Orientating, or something. Groups huddle in darkened halls, eyes focused on some presentation which has Justin Timberlake’s latest single Sexyback as the music background. And refusing to let me walk past to get to my room. I can’t describe how miffed I am about that, really. Its absolutely ridiculous. I know you reader probably won’t understand what I’m talking about, but just let me grumble, won’t you. And because of that presentation/event, they confined me to the DARKENED lift lobby and told me to wait till the presentation ends, which I’m sure will end at goodness knows what time.
Hurh.
But anyways, I got that settled eventually after some hassle. Pfft.
And then when I thought Orientation was over for the night, at about 11ish, 12am, I tip-toed to shower anddddddd someone banged on my door to demand that I get changed and get out. At least, that’s what I thought she said in cantonese. Hm. Alot of words literally flew over my head and I couldn’t really understand what they were saying. And because I don’t get what they’re talking about, I’m da outsider.
So folks. Language is indeed a barrier.
And because there is orientation going on, there’s this insider-outsider feeling. Damnit. Everyone converses in cantonese and my cantonese is practically non-existent. I’m half-glad that I didn’t join the orientation because at least I can do whatever I please and hide in my room. The orientation’s conducted in cantonese anyways.
I’ve tried beaming and smiling but it all goes to naught because people just turn away once they even sneak a glance at you. Geez. I’m that horrendous to look at meh. The only person whom I’ve managed to exchange some words with, was the cleaning auntie and the receptionist(s).
Oh well. Let’s see how long it’ll take before I manage to get into some ah, shall we say, decent company.
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There are tons of messy administrative matters to settle and I’m quite afraid that I’ll mess it up somehow. Argh. :( And my buddy seems to be pretty busy with work. Hm. And because the weather is so bloody humid, and the thought of five million stairs and slopes to climb makes me want to hurl, I loathe to leave my room (which is currently occupied just by me because my roommate has yet to arrive).
Did I just mention about the slopes and stairs? I’m never going to complain about NUS’s slopes and whatnot ever again. Tell me that NUS is hilly and I’ll laugh. HKU is really hilly. It’s so hilly, you’ll get silly. That’s right, as silly as the old goat billy. Its worse than the engineering grounds, really. No kiddin’, yo’ silly milly.
I have to climb four flights of stairs before I can reach the “ground” floor of my hall where the lift is. And this four flights of stairs is in the hall. Sounds complicated huh? Tsk. My legs are going to get really shined and polished when I get back.
And oh, the steep slopes in HK. My my. HKU is situated along the treacherous Pok Fu Lam Road, where steeeeeeep slopes are the norm. The incline is crazy. Its like, at least 30 degrees incline at some ponts. I’m serious. And cars are parked along this crazily inclined slope. Vehicles brake and stop at the traffic light at the bottom of the slope. And then more slopes after the bend. More and more. F1 drivers should just practise their stuff in HK.
Damn hilly can???
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I went to mongkok on my own yesterday. Pretty exciting and ridiculous at the same time, because I don’t know how to go there and had to just, err, trial and error. I guess I managed somehow. Hmm.
So I met some HKUST singaporeans and we went exploring around that area.
And there is this thing that comforts me greatly even though I’m basking in loneliness.
And that is.
THE ARCHITECTURE.
Or rather, the lack of it.
There are buildings which would give the HDB people and Building and Construction Authority (BCA) of Singapore, massive heart attacks.
Bulky air conditioners are hanging oh-so-precariously from the ledges and edges of the walls and windows. I look up and squeal in delight. You’ll never get to see such things in Singapore. And then when you feel drops of water falling from above, tarry a little before you hastily announce that its drizzling! Because very likely, these drops dropped from the above-mentioned air-conditionersssss. Hohseh. :)
And then there are are the juxtaposing stretches of roads where LV, Gucci, Swarvoski (screw the spelling), Tiff & Co’s, Prada, Chanel, Dior, etc etc, are just across those roadside shops. There’s this mishmash of modern and backward on a large large scale. So large, that I am still drinking everything in. Men in business suits, blazer and all, walking shoulder to shoulder with the nosy parker aunties who are walking with their kids. The streets are crowded even for a weekday afternoon, and the crowds spill onto the roads. At some points we wind up walking on roads instead. And no one bothers, because they are doing the same.
And oh, the thrill of eating in some backway alley just off the busy main roads. Where sidestreet cafes and stalls flourish quietly. Good food, pretty good service, and there’s lengthy shadows behind you as you wolf down your bowl of beef ball noodles. The darkness beyond. What’s on the other side of that street, you wonder.
Its everything you see on television, and more.
I’m now just living it up, on the other side of your google box.
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One more gripe.
They don’t do milo here.
That’s pretty much depressing. :(
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Alright. Time to get out of my comfort zone and venture out into the great unknown.
Gulp. Laters.
This will, very likely, be my last post before I depart for the Land of Neon Lights and Dim Sum.
I feel absolutely nauseous, jittery, apprehensive, and shucks, I’m homesick already.
I wanna cryyyyyy.
Ah well.
Sondre always manages to make me feel slightly better with his sincere vocals. Thanks dude. :)
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Cher and Shuangz did this awesomely beautiful scrapebook thingy for a going-away gift.
Isn’t it pretty? :)
And these are just some of the pages inside. All of them lovingly and painstakingly done by.. *drums roll* The Hamster and The Smokin’ Ass! Ahem.
Aw.
And I just realised in the above two pictures, we were actually gathered to celebrate birthdays. Grin. Their respective birthdays. Aww.
Thank you so much babes. :)
Its so unexpected and nice and sweet. Sob.
I will definitely bring this along and flip through ever so often. :)))
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And Cheese too, for my earrrrrrly birthday present. Its soaked and all ready to be washed to be brought over. F’anks a million. Its a smashin’ design. :)
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And to pyang, thanks for the magic powder (in my case, the chalk). Heh. I’ll come back all hunched and rippling with muscles man!! All the best dude. I probably won’t be able to recognise you under all that ink. Haha.
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And to angie – happy twentyfirst!! :)
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And to everyone else. Stay tuned.
I have to pack now.
Maybe I’ll post again when i’m in the midst of unpacking. Snort.
And I had to make twentyone wishes, insisted the Tsk of May.
Don’t mess with her because you know, she’s the type that won’t hesitate to strangle you and beat the cake outta your throat if you ate some cake before you made a wish. Because that ain’t going according to her plan. Nuh uh.
(Cue for a collective TSK and wagging of fingers.)
But thank you sexaaay for the early birthday treat :)
Very nice of you. Heh.
Our favourite picture. :)
Favourite picture with Your Favourite Friend. Hohseh.
And that’s The Eye of Sauron.
Can ye spot it?
Neat, eh. We were all bursting with cake and giddy laughter. :)
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On another note. My nose is peeling. I’m absolutely.. aghast. I’ve never peeled before. The other day I was under the sun during the ah, sunnier part of the day, and by the time I went for Janice’s party, I was a rather delectable shade of red. But the thing is, I’ve never peeled due to sunburn or whatever, before! ARGH. How ugly. Flakes of little dead skin are resting on my nose. How very much like a sssnake in itsss sssshedding ssstage. Sss.
Well at least its’ just on my nose. And that’s about it. I think.
Anyways. I’m convinced my laptop has some terminal illness. Sigh. Eh Vig if I dont’ see ye online can you put the cmd for the dos window thingy in the comments box please? Heh. F’anks. Need to give good ol’ ibm a thorough checkup.
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Pg & co gave me something that tickled me tremendously.
This.
Like. Wth! Fresh & Tasty??
Ha ha ha. Shutup angie. I know you’re howling.
Ah well. This must be the longest-standing joke ever.
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I’m feeling jittery. Ugh.
The initial strains of Can’t take my eyes off you are playing and Matthew Bellamy has just started to sing.
I heart Muse. :)
If I close my eyes, I’d think myself on a slightly windy beach with palm trees standing guard behind me. And I’d be facing the sea, squinting my eyes, looking at the disappearing point where the light-coloured sky meets the darker-coloured sea. And I’ll have shades on because the glare of the sun is just too glaring.
And then, when I open my eyes again, I’ll see myself right infront of a screaming audience, right infront of a brilliantly lit stage, and with Muse playing right infront of me. Wicked, isn’t it.
And of course, I can’t take my eyes off them.
Please come to Singapore in January so I can grumble how broke I am because I just paid like, 100bucks for your tickets and another nice sum for Sondre’s Phantom Punch. Thank you.
Christina Aguilera has just released her double cd album. Back to Basics, its called. I sigh and tssk at how dirrrty she’s become, but well, I’ll probably get a copy. She still sings fantabulously and a couple of tracks sound pretty neat.
On a different note, my bio clock is screwed up. Like, big time.
My finances are also screwed.
And oh, I have this insatiable overwhelming craving for Ruffles Cheddar Cheese. Its so sinfully salty that I have to down like, at least two cups of water after every munch&gobble session.
Water is good. Its the best drink on earth, I say.
I just want to say, that I read something very well-written and that I agree with it absolutely. Wholeheartedly.
I’d love to elaborate on it. But I’ve temporarily lost my ability to conjure up the right words and phrases to fluently describe the varied flux of thoughts that are running around in my head. And this is always the case when it comes to the non-mentioned something.
How delicately frustrating.
Isn’t it?
I find situations when my tongue is most tied up in the most complex manner, to be of the utmost frustration. Meaning, I can’t find the right words to bring my point across. Or when I can’t even fathom why I’m feeling uncomfortable, or what I’m actually thinking about. Like everything’s mumbled-jumbled. Lumbered-cumbered. Rumbled-Tumbled.
I positively abhor this augmented kind of at-a-loss feeling.
Solution? Just go AARRRGggGGghhhh.
The effect will be horrid. You’ll just sound like a whiney bitch who didn’t get her cocaine fix. And so, is now haggard and messy and smelly and ravenous and scratchy.
Ah, heck it to bits.
Or maybe, its just because I’m nervous lately.
Goodnight y’all,
Christina Aguilera!
I’ve trawled the depths of the net but I can’t seem to find an uncut version of Paul McCartney’s This Never Happened Before.
That’s one of the soundtracks from The Lake House.
Which I hope, has corroded and eroded and sank into the lake and the marshes surrounding it. I hope the glass windows won’t shatter into fragments and kill marine life though. Ah, the power of advertising and flim editing. That was, shall we say, a very shallow movie.
I like the song though. Okay I’ve not tried Limewire nor Bearshare or whatever. I’m not that sleuthy a pirate. So uhm, someone please send me the song. :) Because my version gets cut off at 1:29 mins. And then skips to the next track on my playlist. Which is Muse’s Blackout – not that I mind terribly of course, but its upsetting to not hear the whole song in its entirety. This has Never Happened Before, this weird skipping of tracks.
Cheese I just remembered something regarding Muse. Ahem. But take your time uploading it yeah. :) Thankss.
I hope you’re feeling better nevertheless.. *hugs
Maybe browsing through your birthday photos will cheer you up! -ahem-
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I worked in NTU a couple of weeks back.
Let’s just say we had really good time management.
Besides work, we found time to play endless rounds of bridge, watch hilarious youtube videos, engage our brains in online scrabble, and even PS2. Yeap. As illustrated below, in: Slacker vs Good Worker.
Cheese, recognise this room bo?
Actually I just think that was a sibeh hilarious shot. Heh.
On an entirely different note, wordpress is damn laggy. Pfft.
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I’m starting to panic. Less than three weeks to go.
I’ve not started preparing for real yet. And a funny feeling settles in my tummy when I think of the very cliche-ly labelled unknown. Fine, I’m just scared. Like, sibeh. ARGH.
There are so many what-ifs that should be swatted away with a fly swat. So that they will drop to the floor like flies when they’ve been swat at.
Um. Okay nevermind.
Alright. Besides indulging in a healthy amount of sighing and moping and woe-befall-me weeps, lemme consider the practicalities instead - should I indulge in an utterly posh and dainty behaviour and buy a pillow to bring over? Hm.
And, that’s it. I can’t take the heat and neck-length hair anymore. I just trimmed it on saturday but ARGH its pretty badly done. Its thick and chunky and traps hot air.
I have to chop it off. Like, pronto.
Say hello to another serving of cropped hair again.
Let’s hope I don’t regret it.
And hope I won’t go there looking ugly and out of place. Gulp.
Goodnight y’all,
Together we are invincible, Muse roars.
Having been tagged sometime back by VigWig, I have procrastinated and conveniently forgotten all about it. Opps.
I thought I could get away with it, but alas. TskMay rapped her knuckles on my head and yelled WHY ARE WE WAITING into my poor ears. Or something to that extent.
Heh.
So you want to know five random/weird things about me, eh.
1. I like to read Enid Blyton once in awhile.
Alright I probably misspelled her name. But yeah. That famous English author. I enjoy her stories. Very simply written, very heartwarming and very delicious. I discovered how to eat potatoes baked in their jackets, discovered that scones and jam were a staple in most teas and that farms have endless supplies of slabs of ham for high tea. And how every house always has freshly baked cakes and tons of laundry to be sunned and dried. And how ingenious children really are, and how courageous they can be. And I can go on and on about why I love her stories.
2. I enjoy shopping alone.
You know, its kind of nice to just walk around yourself while being plugged in to music. You can have conversations in your head as you waver on the brink of purchasing some item. It’s quite liberating. I likes it.
3. I have the weirdest appetite swings.
Yeah. So I totally dig having delicious morsels of food getting accquainted with my insides, but I’ve weird appetite moods. Which means, at the extreme end, I can drink 5 litres of water and eat almost nothing, with the exception of small snacks/biscuits. In a day. Then everyone gets pissed at me because they think its the secret to my apparent thin-ness. Hahahaha. But alas it is not. I’m just preparing to be Houndini’s assistant for his next Invisibility act.
4. I’d rather experience external pain like bleeding wounds and fractures, rather than the d-arned period cramps. ‘Nuff said.
5. I like to believe that I can cook a mean scrambled egg. Even though I dislike eggs and even though I never try the scrambled eggs that I cook. They look and smell good though. Or maybe my family’s been humouring me all the time. Hm.
THERE YOU GO.
Ain’t you proud of me Tsk & VigWig? :)
Now I can sleep peacefully. With no niggling thoughts at the back of my head.
Goodnight y’all,
Four to the Floor.
