The Month of May: Chapter 1

I'm going to be really responsible by blogging about the entire trip before my memories wither away.

I shall keep these beautiful pieces as it is...before anything slips off and I end up replacing the missing puzzles with my own imagination.

But before that, let's take a step...say...5 years back...to 2005.

Can die.com.

Let's erase the past.

18 May 2010, Tuesday

Flight: 9am

Left home: 6am

Touched down: Approximately 3 hours and 25 minutes later.

Temperature: 28°C

After 5 consecutive flights yearly since 2005, I'm still not convinced that I can survive the flight without motion sickness pills. I know, I know, I don't need it, it's all in the mind. But I'd really prefer sleeping the entire journey...you know...just in case.

The Mr.Bean and Paperbag scene is pretty traumatizing.

So there...I slept throughout. Don't ask me how the meals taste. I never had any before.

There was a delay after we got out because some of them in the tour group got lost in transition. Apparently one of them (Mr.Fat) escaped for a short ciggie break. Uncollected luggage will be removed from the belt within...approximately 1/2 an hour to avoid obstruction. Mr.Fat crossed the customs, couldn't find his bags cos they were out of the belt at the other end of the room and threw a big fuss when the tour group left without him. We waited for an hour and a half.

Moral of the story: NEXT TIME FUCKIN SETTLE UR STUFF BEFORE YOU SNIFF YOUR DRUGS!!!

D' Bridge

We stayed at Imperial Hotel along Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui.

The room was HUGE (take note: Hong Kong standard)! Managed to take in Daddy, Mommy, all our bags, a pretty decent tv, 2 beds, a toilet and other necessary items. Best thing of all, we could still walk around freely. :) *not kidding. damn big d considered*

Left immediately to Sheung Wan. Sunny was already waiting for me at the lobby.

Had my brunch at 3.30pm @ Macau Char Chan Teng. Fussili in Borsche with chunks of beef. YUMS.

Met Clayton Cheung at the Sheung Wan station at approximately 4.30pm.

My bad. Did not memorize lyrics.

Studio was small. But comfortable. And smelled of Lavender.

Sunny Wong Tze Yeung. You is best.

Don't remember how long we stayed. Not long.

2 songs.

One helluva memory.

And it's not gonna stop there. Say all you want.

Oily.Faced.Peanut.

Still.In.Shock.

Left for Admiralty.

Hiked the way up to Central. God knows why. But it was fun walking and yakking together. Took the Ding Ding Tram to Causeway Bay's Tai Hing for a plate of Siu Mae (Char Siew and...erm...see lupa d. Dammit but it tasted good. Oh wait Siu Yuk I think).

Walked down Tai Koo. No idea how we ended up there. But kept walking. Took the MTR back to TST. Went to Avenue of Stars because I swore if I had the money I'd buy the piece of land and build my home there.

Neh kidding. I'd just buy one on The Peak. Thank you.

Courtesy of photographer Sunny Wong.

Dog tired face.

No touchups done. It turned out liddat.

Isn't she a beauty.

Imperial Hotel is almost right behind The Peninsula.

So darn convenient I know...

Went to I-Square for a walk cos it's new.

Got conned HKD6, buying a bottle of Vitamin Water from Starbucks. To whoever's going, Starbucks = HKD22...any other place = HKD16.

Stooopids.

Dragged ourselves back to the hotel. Sunny went home.

Had Chut Chin Yat Ding for supper and bunked.

It's Not Just Any May

Currently reading:

推推推推推推推, 卓韻芝 Vincci

5 years back, May was fantastic.

5 years later in 2010, May became phenomenal.

I walked a year's distance within a couple days.

Need I mention that?

And I had enough fun to last me a few years.

Now...

Before getting back to reality and...mundanity...

Lemme just laze my Sunday away imagining myself still walking on the grounds of the little island, wrapped amongst the many high-rise façades of the breathtaking city.

Oh yes, before I forget...

I miss this bitch so much.

Diversity

Oh well if you've been following the past few posts, you'd know the amount of time I spent on my hair, ranting and complaining how I've been wanting it long but still continue snipping it, just for the fun of it.

I've always been wanting to do this post, just to keep track of all the styles that I had done.

Verdict: I never really am able to maintain the same cut for more than a year. Probably 6 months. Wait...some even shorter.

So well, let's skip the schooling period.

Always had short hair. So short it's spiky. And wet (cos I didn't know how to use wax -.-). Until I turned 17. Cos started to fatt hiao.

Oh but even with short hair and monkey face, I had my share of fans.

*beams*...

Go away don't be jealous.

Form 5.

Wasn't thinner back then it's the angle. But hair was growing longer.

Uni. First year. Most comments were like...'Omg my Pei Xzan so girly d'.

I am a girl if you're still wondering yah.

Then butt got itchy. Chopped it all off.

I believe something triggered it. Must be some random artiste that had really cool hairstyle.

Didn't look cool on me. -.-

Then it got worst.

So did my weight. Walao damn 7 fugry can? Go Sunway Lagoon summore lucky no one recognized me or else I probably wouldn't be hired now.

So due to the itchiness of the butt spiralling outta control, MY NIGHTMARE BEGAN.

Laughing-stock. Garnered most nicknames and I believe most lecturers remembered me and I got all my posts back then because of this hair.

It's called the Cibai Head.

Nightmare DID NOT end there.

As you can see in the picture above with Mr.Einstein there, I went to HK in that hair.

The tour guide announced as we got off the plane: "Ok everyone gather! I won't be holding a flag ok everyone just watch out for her head *pointing at my mane*". -.-"

Apparently we were 5 minutes behind Daniel Wu's flight. He walked off right after we got outta customs. THANK GOD!

There see. Damn sexy. Wear cute tees liddat summore.

Epic.Fail.

T-shirt from Bangkok courtesy of Miss Lynnie. Not your fault babe. It's just my face.

WANT MORE? TADAAA!

2 heads on each side combined, you get 1 Peanut head.

O.O. I must have been possessed.

Pictures like this...are priceless.

And then somehow, I gained my senses back and decided to straighten it risking losing all my hair because the stylist told me: It'll be so dry it'll just turn brittle and break ok.

Fuck you la cibai. Just straighten it and I'm not coming back.

Straighten d...not so fat.

It's all the hair.

And I don't remember how long it took, my hair grew long.

Really long.

And I became a blonde.

2007.

Don't remember how it feels anymore to have that hair.

Oh yeah...feels like a bimbo.

<3

21st Birthday Bash.

Super long.

Super blonde.

Super dry.

Nat's wedding. Done @ A Cut Above, Pavillion.

Super expensive.

Super painfoo.

Loved it though.

And then I decided to be kawaii.

And did some fringe.

Bad idea. Don't look cute.

So It went long all over again and dyed it red due to some reasons.

Bastard.

But I miss him.

Hmph.

Oh and after that I decided to bring out the emo-rocker side of me.

And went goth-black.

I think I went black also because my hair was practically dead.

And the only way to salvage (camouflage) is to make the colour darker.

So the stylist said...'Chop it la. Certified d'.

And so I did. When I joined Proximity.

It was supposed to be a Bob. But knowing me, I never bothered to do anything and it became crap. (Sid was still...quite slim. HAH!!)

Even shorter.

Not many pictures on that. Had this up because Drew looks fantabulous.

Hahhh...stewardess will so fall for you, darling.

XD

And then I went crazy.

And am still crazy.

Because I decided to chop it all off.

Like...short.

Really short.

Uber short.

So short.

I couldnt' stop myself.

And it maneuvered outta control again.

Best thing is, I'm going to HK again.

At least I won't be pole position again.

*lower lips tremble*

The Art of Sharing

I don't only share my bad habits like pouting and cheek poking or saying random stuff like...BO-DOH.

I also share my love for fairies and Barbies.

Seeeee!!

It's sooooo much better than Barney!!!!

And it'll stop her from running and banging things just like what would normally happen to me.

And she's also sharing the love.

She made Luke sit with her and...made sure his head was faced towards the screen.

Awesome.

Randomly, an ulcer on the lingual frenulum is...GAH.

And no, nothing to do with anything related to orogenital or whatever that's running across your mind now.

I just hope the glands are not stuck.

Or if they are, please allow Listerine or salt water to work.

And please don't affect any other parts...pleaseeee...begging...on my knees...down to my head...on fours...flat...PLEASEEE...

I Know, Nursery Rhyme Come True and My Twin

Stress is when the only place you can turn to...the only sanctuary...no longer makes u feel at peace.

Stress is you know things are never a fairy tale but still look forward to it just because...you believe that it's gonna be fun.

Stress is...

when the fucking aircond sounds as though there are a million crickets trapped within the ventilator.

So I found the perfect regime to curbing stress.

Excretion.

The Peanutxz Theory says; "The more hampered you feel, the better the stamina."

It was an hour of non-choreographed action. Having all those waste flushed out in a go is...damn ons.

I know that works...for me.

Because to a certain extend, I understand myself.

And I'm sane enough to know what I can or ought not meddle with.

I might not sound convincing in this aspect but...I is bigs. At least my head's big so I guess the brain should be consistently balanced in comparison.

Literally and metaphorically.

So to those that understand the rant that I'm going about here, just let me. I just need the smile and pat on the back. Or if you can maybe a physical hug.

Because this is the emo-phase and everything that is churned out WON'T seem too...free from mental derangement.

Now I know why last week was such a blast.

It's to compensate for this entire week.

PMS LA JUST LET ME BE CAN?!

Thank you.

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Now moving on to a happier note, instead of greeting me with a sleepy but warm Good Morning just earlier today, Daddy said...'Suzie's out looking for food! Quick snap a pic!'

Okay. Sure. Erm...

Suzie who?

Oh yes. My house just turned into a mini National Geographic. Suzie's the cuckoo that decided to build a home in our garden with 2 of its boyfriends.

So, ruffled haired with an eye closed from the beaming sun, I grabbed the camera and a stool then risked my life just for an artistic shot of 2 tiny eggs.

I was pretty sure the 2 bouncers weren't around. Suzie was no where to be seen. No Pterodactyls. No Saber-Tooth Tigers, I mounted the stool and clicked.

Oh wait no, before the clicking, something flew in OUTTA NO WHERE and flapped it wings on my face. I could feel it brushing across my cheeks and there Suzie was. Cock-staring at me. Wings still flapping.

Background song playing: Sing a Song of Sixpence (lyrics - ...when down came a black bird and pecked off her nos...eyes). GAH

So much for an artistic shot. This was accidental.

I AM NEVER GONNA GO NEAR THAT NEST.

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On a second happier note,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING!

*WET KISS*

The Joy of Being an Adult...You Say

Currently listening to:
Amy Macdonald, A Curious Thing

When I can be materially ignorant and oblivious to certain happenings about the revolving world, certain circumstances that involve people I love can kill me entirely.


Worst when I'm not supposed to be aware of it and...that generally means I have no control and no idea how nature is gonna take its course with things like this.

I'm probably skeptical too because...it's the weekend and I have a pretty much unoccupied mind.

While other days would allow it to roam freely into the finest forests where colourful tea parties are held or having to overlook the sunset sipping fruit tea at the end of the rainbow with the pixies, a couple days of this week have been pretty much a pain to endure especially when the tension drowns in.

Curiosity stinks.

I don't even need to stumble upon the commotion. I don't need to witness it. It's scares me enough.

So all I'm saying is...

You adults ar, got problems settle it face to face can?! Accumulating it for barter system in the near future when the exchange rate increases izzit?! So many times telling you to voice out whenever things are not right. Never learn! Never to hide anything from anyone within the family. Never listen! To talk things out when situation's not good. Never bother!

Now the kids are worried!

Gah.

Waste my time.

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To those that did not get drool over the Bachelors last Friday, check out the video and...try not to scream in the office la okay if you spot anyone *coughs* Shirley *coughs*

It's a bit dark though.

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Day 2:

Suzie

Daddy said the name's...sexy.

O.o

No sign of the eggs or chirping. Unless I shift Suzie I think.

But I believe the bouncers are watching somewhere faraway and will peck my eyes out if I touch it.

General knowledge of the day: Cuckoos usually don't build nests. They live in a clock.

No jokes. Daddy said that.

They're called Brood Parasites.

This I call...Weekend

Currently listening to:

Win a Date With Tad Hamilton OST, Various Artists

Excluding the news I received last night.

Received a text from Evan while I was yamcha-ing after the Bachelor's event.

Zouk was raided.

Why on earth would anyone choose to raid on Labour's day, right after an annual, entertaining and not to mention...healthy event where half the world gather to just unwind after a whole freaking week of work?

No seriously...how do these things work? Like...

How does setting up a roadblock in the morning at 8am when everyone is heading to work or at 8pm where everyone has just left work help in curbing...ANYTHING at all? What are you looking for? Drivers that aren't awake enough to drive to work? Trying to fine an exhausted working class hero as part of your so called OP strategy to minimize road accidents? Then the jam will backlog all the way from KL to Ipoh.

Putting that aside, just what were you also looking for, crashing an initially fun-filled party and conveniently turning it into a spine chilling nightmare for every freaking one?

No, I wasn't there. Lucky enough to have escaped earlier.

But I'm pretty sure most of the ones caught yesterday would have slashed Zouk off their list. And it isn't even the club's fault. So where do you expect us to go? Merdeka Stadium zit...

Go la sapu all the friggin' mamak stalls by the road selling lousy nasi lemak and sotong bakar! KNN.

You're not only ruining nightlife. You're ruining the system.

And you're wondering why we're all spiraling down.

BTW, The Bachelor's event was fun.

WAY TO GO LOH YOOK HWA! OH OH and CLEO!

Pictures up later la. Dunno where they are also...

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Putting the rant aside, which basically has nothing to do with me but freaked me out that some of the friends and ex-colleagues were caught there, the first half of the weekend was fantabulous.

I think the plan to watch Ip Man 2 was made waaaaay before it was even scheduled to be aired. So Linda efficiently made her bookings and we were out by noon. Damn 7 early. Saturday okay excuse moi.

It's a very Wilson Yip movie. Brutal. Fast. Packed with action. Put aside the storyline this time around. You'd probably confuse it for Huo Yuan Jia.

Okay damn lame to say but it's movies like this that unite the Chinese and keeps us grounded (the part about pride could be more subtle though). And so to all the wannabes, take pride of your skin colour. Because...Donnie Yen has it too.

Kidding. XD

It's a 108-minute of pure entertainment. You don't get many people Sammo Hung's size that can still jump 2m off the ground and land without cracking a tile. A sight to behold.

Seriously, anyone who's not watched the first, go get your DVD like NOW and watch it. Then, book the tickets, 2 weeks prior because crazy asses like me will be returning for the second and probably the third time. It's a tough fight for tickets there. RAWR!!!

Went to South Sea for crabs again. Considering the family does not trust my gourmet tongue, I shall indulge with some others that will.

For 2, we had ONE Sri Lankan crab. *falls off chair*

We also had seaweed soup, vege, and Lala. Oh they ran out of yummy Coconut Jelly *le sigh* so we had something else. No idea what it's called anymore but it was good too.

Damage = RM113.

Tomorrow, eat toilet tissue.

Eat off toilet bowl also worth it la dammit.

I wanted to take a picture of the bigger piece to show just how humongous it was. Then ended up eating it and Linda had to eat the smaller. HAHA. Sorry la you slow.

If you're depending on the Peanutxz map, she'd say, head to the Subang airport and go straight down. Follow the hugeass South Sea billboards and you'll reach. If you're going by Garmin, search Southern Sea Restaurant under the Seafood category.

Oh anyone that goes, go check out the toilet. Damn ons. Smells like lemon grass too. SUKA.

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It's been a while since we had a cuckoo in the house.

THE MAMA WENT INTO LABOUR ON LABOUR'S DAY!!! ~ quote Daddy la who else would say lame things liddat.

I wanted to name her. But heck I'd need to name the boyfriends (yes, she has 2 male bouncers to take care of her during her confinement O.o) then the kids...Mafan. I'll just call her Cuckoo and Boyfriend A and B la.

Cuckoo is...incubating her eggs. Flowers all dying but...neh it doesn't matter. Janji the eggs hatch and birds fly well. No more Max around. They should be safe.

Boyfriend dunno A or B setting up the nest.

DAMN KESIAN OKAY. Only 1 leaf/grass at a go...while the Cuckoo waits.

Shall take pictures everyday.

Pictures taken with Mommy's Nikon Coolpix s570.

So much better than the old junk. The hand-me-down descended to me for casual use.

I can draw better than the pictures snapped okay.

Ok movie time. I really need to keep the posts shorter.

And I need to blog about my Ostrich Ride. HAH.