You know sometimes.

I have pictures to offer.

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Delicious eh.

Lotsa food.

Yeah. ROARRRRR indeed.

Am off.

And that.

Has got to be the best present ever.

Thank you hot stuff.

:)

AND THE ANSWER IS.

JANUARY THE SIXTEENTH.

:)

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The answer, is also pretty expensive.

Gulp.

But hey – when muse performs live, I’m abso-freaking-lutely sure it will be phenomenal.

So there.

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Overjoyed, is the word. :)

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All the best for your exams, y’all.

Whaddup Dawg.

Its inexplicably complex how a person’s brain can be occupied with, and think about, so many issues at the same time.

Isn’t it?

Ah, the wonders of our brain.

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Let’s try to be sententious today. :)

Since I have so many things in my mind that I want to blurt out.

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There is a Slazenger hockey stick in my room.

It reminds me of, and, and.

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My three-year theory is proving itself pretty well. Too well, infact, for my comfort.

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I went for a boat party that I had bad vibes about.

I paid 150bucks to affirm those vibes.

I felt cheated and ripped off and hungry afterwards.

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On a lighter note, I’ve never met so many good looking ang mohs repetitively in the space of 3 mths and I’m beginning to wonder if I didn’t open my eyes in NUS, or what. Ho. :)

Locals? Um next please.

Girls are chio meh? At least not the ones in HKU. Opps.

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I had my first thanksgiving dinner the other day.

The turkey was fabulous. :)

It was so tasty and juicy and when I slathered it with some cranberry sauce, I felt so thankful and touched that I wanted to sob with thankfulness.

Food was awesome, company was fun, and it was by far the best dinner I had in HK.

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A few weeks ago, we walked from Causeway Bay to Central.

A couple of days back, we walked from Central back to HKU/Swire Hall. Which is in the Mid-Levels.

Which probably means nothing to you who knows naught of locations in HK. Hah.

It’s damn far. Really damn far.

We were too cheapskate to flag a cab at like, 2 or 3 am in the morning. Hah.

It was a crazy, fun and tiring night and we ended it with dessert elsewhere.

Now, that’s what I call a party.

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The boat party thing – nah. There was a sizeable crowd, but then well. You can be part of the crowd but not of the crowd, you know. And the rest of the crowd hardly knew the rest anyways. It was a sort of awkward, forced-to-make-polite-conversation kinda function and I’m tired of jiving it up.

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I watched Infernal Affairs part one and now I wanna watch part two. :)

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Drama. Scandals. Love triangles and rectangles and parallellograms and squares and circles abound.

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I wonder how I’m going to lug everything back.

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I’m hungry.

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I’m thankful for the people I hang out with here. Really I am.

I see them everyday, and I think its going to feel really weird and empty. Soon.

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I really don’t like the academic here.

But some of my tutorial mates are nice though. :)

Really funny too. Grin.

You don’t see this sort of funky interaction in NUS.

At least, I don’t.

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I should stop whining, eh.

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And start working on research for my freshly selected topic for a 3000 word paper, before I start mugging for a test/exam and then a bloody group project. And I caclulated – I have just a couple of days to mug for final exams. Great.

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I think I should drink some milk to make myself feel happier.

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Am off.

Scent of the Pine, you know how I feel.

Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life.

And I’m feeling good.

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Or maybe not.

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So I finished a 1700 words paper in record time. I think.

I’m rather surprised at my efficiency, and yet I despise myself for literally rushing though and bullshitting the whole time.

I can’t wait to get my desserts. Psh.

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I had a fabulous meal of dumplings today. :)

For HKD10. :)

A mantou, two large and gorgeous and tasty dumplings which were, ohmygiddygoodness, fantabulous – what with skin that was teasingly fried to a crisp in a few choice places, and when you chew it tenderly, oh its love joy peace and hope at the same time; because it was warm and crisp and slightly blushing with its marks of brown colouring that speaks volumes of the heat it went through to acheive the desired taste; because when the dumplin’ skin wraps around the tasty pork filling, everything feels right and there are no exams; because the interplay of flour-y skin taste and the slightly salty, light, tender pork filling is so delicate and argh tasty in the setting of the ghetto eating place; because it is just makes you want to savour every moment of it – because its so good, I would want to walk like 4km to eat my precious again.

And oh, the humble mantou. It was a large plain mantou, but it was humble tasting – it was a contrast to the awesome flavours of the dumplings. It was white and rather stoic looking. I ate it and felt happy.

I’m weird, I know.

Scent of the Pine, you know how I feel.

Or maybe I’m just especially sensitive to food, amongst other things.

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Its gradually getting colder here in HK. Its lovely.

Clouds have started to hang out with us mere humans on a more regular basis. They hung so low, they covered the upper levels of the 40 floors, towering apartments that are in sight of my school. I see that scene every morning and I smile inwardly.

I freaking love the weather right now.

The downside – its been raining, too. Garh.

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I wish that the CORS bidding didn’t start so early so I could actually go to Ha Long Bay.

I dont’ think there’s internet connection while I’m cruising between towering limestone monoliths.

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I think I have another pop quiz tomorrow. Which I might just fail again. Screw current affairs. Mutter.

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Culture is a vague word that’s often used to draw boundaries – especially when one needs to make sense of their surroundings, for the sake of their own sanity.

But really, there can never be a definite culture that you fall into.

There’s an overlapping of cultures, I reckon. We take some cultural aspects from a “culture” and we brand ourselves as such.

Okay this is going abit too far for a casual entry.

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Anyways, cher & hui – hot german bloke alert.

Thought it might be useful since you guys are, ah, doing German level 1. Heh. :)

Am off.

Ta.

Something Happier.

We tried Korean food the other day.

It wasn’t that great.

Nope, not that fantastic at all.

My eyes were half-closed. And doesn’t he look like a pimp. Hurh.

Then we went back, slept, and then went for a spot of Yam Cha, at this dingy double storey shophouse with baby roaches running around freely.

At 3am.

We were not alone. There were so many other HKU hall people making shit lot of noise as well. Heh. Its like the fong seng of NUS. But hipper, because there are friendly roaches enroaching onto your private space.

The dim sum was pretty okay. And damn cheap too, for the amount that we ordered. :)

And then we decided to go Victoria Peak after Yam Cha. That’s like, 4.15am.

 

View of Central.

Apparently there was supposed to be some meteor shower at 4.45am.

We walked a fair distance and ended up lost.
Correction. We followed some route that led us to Andy Lau’s house. Well. Maybe some rich and famous person’s house. Hurh hurh hurh.

And then we thought that well, even if we couldn’t see it (read: bright city lights that never get switched off) we could maybe catch the sunrise.

Oh well. All we saw, as we sat and talked crap, was ourselves.

Initially it was so dark, we could only see one another when we walked under some streetlamp.

No, Hong’s camera lens weren’t greasy nor dirty. That’s the fog. Mighty thick fog.

Check out that blanket of fog that blocked our view of the sleeping Central.

As we realised that we could actually see one another, it dawned upon us (great pun, eh) that the sky was actually getting lighter and that the sun probably rose already. Oh.

Before the sun rose, we were so bored.

Some, were bored-er then the others.

Aww.

Sky gradually lightens.

But the damn fog still stays.

By the by. The orange-y photos weren’t severely edited to look that way. Marcus’ camera decided to be that way. Shrug.

When we got back, it was like almost 8am, and I fell asleep promptly at about 8.30am. Knocked out can.

Crazy huh. But for Kristie and I, it was to celebrate finishing and turning in a paper that day. Heh.

Alright. 5000 words down. 5500 more + a presentation + a test to go!

Go me.

JASON LIN JUNHAN SHOULD DISAPPEAR RIGHT NOW.

The title is self-explanatory.

Yes, its all very funny.

But dude, it is NOT FUNNY AND AMUSING AFTER YOU PUSH IT TOO FARRRRR.

WHIMSICAL MY SCENTED ARSE.

PUI!!

:(

One More Night.

That song by Stars is a lovely song, despite its content.

It speaks of despair and of hope and of contentment and of forlorn happiness that will eventually of course, be snatched away.

And that’s one nonsensical spew of random crap that just spilled out from my fingers.

Alright I’m just upset that I haven’t been churning out essays that I’d be proud of.

Like seriously, whatever that I’ve turned in and masqueraded as essays – they’re actually a mass jumble of words that are so badly put together, they aren’t even fit to be in say, the Classified Ads.

I just hate turning in stuff that I know won’t get me a good grade. Period.

Hainan Chicken Rice.

Its kinda backdated, but I just remembered that I have yet to share the goodness of Hainan Chicken Rice.

Well, here’s the deceased chicken.

Its pretty tasty.

And here’s the communal bowl of rice that’s chicken flavoured and dunked in a bottle of oil.

More like butter/oil/margarine flavoured.

It was soaked in grease.

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I still like the localized version of Hainanese Chicken Rice. :)

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And all the best to everyone who’s buried under stacks of books and notes.

*sloshes some milo over as encouragement*

Two Questions that I like Unanswered.

Brown sugar, why do you taste so good?

Can’t you see the grass is greener where it rains?

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Because they’re from two of the loveliest songs I’ve ever heard.

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This being the third question, has to be answered somehow.

When will I ever get a chance to catch Muse live in concert?

:(

I’m absolutely excited for Ira because she is gonna head down to catch ‘em live in Good ‘ol Germany. Great. Why didn’t I go to an European country for exchange?

DAMNIT.

My ♥ bleeds.

Sigh.

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Besides whining about the 87364987324 assignments that I have due, I have something new to say about the academica (if there is such a word) in HKU.

Especially the sociology department.

Firstly, the head of that department is Singaporean.

Secondly, she’s kinda annoying in class.

Thirdly, she’s been in HKU teaching for say about, eight years.

Fourthly, I question her department’s definition of sociology.

Because at times I look at both the lecturer and my notes and ponder wonderingly if I’m truly in a sociology class.

‘Cuz all I get are them bloody schemas, anthropologists musings, psych, and tidbits of information (which are at times analyzed) about say, triads.

And I feel disgruntled because I’ve to do assignments that I honestly do not see the point in doing, because the workload is seriously, overloaded and they are just redundant extras that are so damn mundane and tedious.

Nevermind.

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I’ve got more important matters to think about right now.

For example, where should I go next on my travel agenda?

That’s the fourth question which should be answered soon.

Essay time.

Laters, yo.