Hong Kong 2012

So, I’m back in Hong Kong…after 17 days or so….abroad in: Thailand, Cambodia and Vietnam <3 Amazing amazing AHHHHMAZING places <3.

How do I feel now? I feel like I just came back from a three-day weekend abroad that happened quite frequently last semester. I feel like nothing’s changed—my friends haven’t left me—my courses are still hard as hell—I still don’t feel like studying—there’s “nothing to do.” But, all that’s different. My two bffs that I’ve made here left me. I have to make new friends. My roomie is leaving me… [I still don’t know why, honestly lol. I don’t think I was a bad roommate -___- maybe it was my other roommate…hmmmm]

I’m nervous, again. This time, it’s a lot worse than last semester. I was WILLING to meet new people—new semester, new beginning, more enthusiasm, more courage, more bravery. 2nd semester: lazy, tired, boring, getting old, already have some friends…It takes so much energy to make new friends, I just want to stick to the ones I have—but at that kind of rate, I’ll be really lonely this next semester and I don’t want that :(

So, I have a huge bucketlist to do after I settle down my vacation-oriented brain.

1. Pick up my HSBC card

2. Fill out FAFSA

3. Get an HKID replacement card

4. Get another fucking octopus card

5. Get a Patrick Manson key so I stop getting locked out

6. Get another new student HKU ID

Wow, fuck my life -__________- and no bffs to help me out.

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What should I eat tomorrow for breakfast, lunch, dinner? That question was always easily answered when I could call up anyone to eat with. Now that phone list has been cut in half, and I might eat alone for the next 123902802 days until the semester is over. WOO-HOO, go me. -____- 

Oh my god, I realized—I’m finally negative about life in a long time. Shit, hope nothing goes TOO downhill from here…

herrrp derrrp

event management is really stressful. so many components go into organizing a damn event.

telecalling is even more stressful; it’s like talking to a professor, or a boyfriend’s parents, or your boss. ugh.

james is in singapore now, too bad i won’t have time to hang out with him because i’ll be at work, and just want to relax at home after work.

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i can’t be mad at people who don’t realize they’re being immature during stressful moments right? like cyrus said, you have to accept the flaws people have because too bad, that’s who they are. 

not only am i stressed out about my own situation, i care about you too. so you’re making me stress about you and your situation. i love youuuu, but it’s hard when we’re both frantically being bitches. 

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i miss sooo many people. it’s ridiculous. i want to reconnect, but i don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. what the fuck happened, i still don’t understand. i’m feeling extra lonely recently, i don’t know why. my periods nearly over haha, so its the “period-blues” ??? 

TALK TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. jeez. is it that hard? :(

studying abroad

i’m studying abroad next year. i’m excited, nervous, and ready for change. i have so many mixed emotions. i don’t know where to begin, how to say how i feel about going abroad. it definitely won’t be the same as staying at my parents for a summer, or interning in a foreign place for a couple of months. i won’t be able to see my friends [only via skype or some medium as such] —friends, will be the main reason for this post.

i recently had a conversation with one of my bffs, about my insecurities of studying abroad. not only did we talk about my insecurities about studying abroad, but my somewhat fleeting relationships/friendships with people. i told him “time changes people. even a short year, people can change. i don’t want to change; i don’t want to change into a person that people won’t recognize me for, don’t remember me for. i still want to be friends with the people i loved to begin with.”

there are a lot of people i’m concerned about. there are a lot of people i want to write personal messages too. look, i’m not going to be at chapel hill for a year. if i don’t talk to you now, i definitely won’t talk to you in my year abroad—i guess you could say i want a “last-minute catch up” before i really separate from you. there are too many people i want to say one last good-bye too. it’s evident that i’ll definitely say good-bye to all the juniors, rising to be seniors next year, for they’re going to the real world, and i honestly won’t see them for a longggg time. then, there are the seniors, who i won’t see. i know i’ll see three of my seniors in hk/macau :) i’m definitely excited about that. but then, there are people like LOUIS!! who i won’t see—ever. i can’t think of any other seniors. 

i can mostly think of juniors. it’s kind of hard to name ALL of them, but i’m sure you know who you guys are. i just want to say hi, and bye at the same time. i want to write you a personal message that means a lot to me, and may not mean a lot to you. shoot me a message or something. 

i would like to share one insecurity with you guys though. i suppose this type of thought has lived with me ever since i started making friends, or really close friends for that matter, and it’s just a common occurrence with me i suppose. i told one of my bffs that i’ve constantly been hanging out with another bff. i usually get tired of people, find their flaws too easily, dismiss them for their overpowering flaw. i obviously see several flaws from this other bff, but i’m so comfortable with her. i don’t get too sick of her; we honestly DON’T have a healthy relationship, but it works for the both of us; we hang out with each other at least 2 hours a day, if not… well, we know we’re there for each other constantly. when i study abroad, she’ll also be studying abroad, but in a different country. i’m scared. scared of the fact that the one good friend i’ve made, will change. I will change, change into someone she won’t remember. She will change, change into someone I won’t remember. if we visit each other over the weekends, over the breaks, i don’t want to be the one who hangs out with my locally made friends, and leave her hanging—i don’t want her to do the same thing with me. maybe, time apart, separation between us, will show how good of a friendship we have. 

-NOTE: ^the above^ is also directed at those who will be staying in chapel hill, for the close friends here. 

okay, well… hk, thailand, cambodia, vietnam, s. korea, taiwan, singapore, malaysia, indonesia, maybe china, australia hopefully england, france, spain… here i come?????????

F.R.I.E.N.D(s)

So, what’s up world? Not much Deborah. That’s what I like to hear :). As you can tell, I’m going a little crazy. Actually, not really. I’m just bored for the moment. 3 DAYS TILL UNC, and… I’m really ambiguous as to whether or not I’m excited, nervous, pissed, happy about the whole moving in. I’ll see when I actually set foot into Avery. WOO-hoo…

Basically, my post actually is supposed to be directed at deleting some friends on Facebook. I have already deleted 2 ‘friends’ today. I’m making this move because, a friend of mine back in Thailand had a discussion with me about a ‘particular situation,’ and she said: “why do you want to torture yourself looking at their daily activities via Facebook? You’re not friends with them anymore thanks to —————-. If you don’t have any sort of interactions with them, they don’t care about you either.” And, well, she’s right. And, I’ve already had this conversation in my head before. I guess I just never had the “heart” or…guts (?) to do it. So, well, I know if I start the deleting process, I’ll lose at least 18 friends, who I once talked to. Then, there are a few stray ‘friends’ that I’ll surely delete. 

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BFFS? past-bffs?

So what was with my post last night? I felt the need to express myself through odd means :). I have another one coming up. Hope you guys enjoy. And, this upcoming post is not meant to be abstract, not pointing at anyone, but it’s to someone particular, actually there are a couple of people that come to mind as I type this (you’ll see how fucked up my friendships have become as I explain how it’s to A COUPLE OF PEOPLE).

I think these recent two posts are a couple of my inspired posts, and not just a daily update of my boring life. I hope you guys enjoy, and can relate. This tumblr is only for my amusement, entertainment, and release. If I said anything that offends anyone, I’m sorry. If what I have written has inspired you, or you have emphasized with me, well, I’m glad. Please, try and enjoy my bullshit :).

I want to know how you’re doing. Do you miss me as much as I miss you? I slightly hate you, I’m just telling you the truth (more like deeply dislike you a tad). Do you remember how we used to be? I don’t want to think about it, because it hurts me to think about it. I hate you, for the fact of not trying; I hate you, for misinterpreting, for misunderstanding, for being so immature. I hate me for the same reasons. Maybe, I should’ve tried harder. Maybe it’s all my fault, but I don’t want to suppress myself too much, because I don’t deserve all the blame all the time. But I miss you, and still left a part of my heart just for you, because, you are or were, after all, one of my bestest friends. (Is that even a word? Maybe bff sounds better :) ) Oh dear, so many pictures of us together… can’t/don’t want to erase/delete the memories, because we did have fun. We did have our times. Should we reconcile? Is it worth it? I do miss you, maybe the old you, and I think I miss the old me as well. I wish we could go back to WHENever, just  so that no shit has ever happened. Stay naïve, oblivious, never grow up with reality, I suppose. I haven’t talked to you in a while, but I think that’s okay. We need space, time, whatever it takes to heal both our wounds. I’ve gotten past the denial stage, and onto acceptance. Along with acceptance, comes grief, hate, vulnerability, suppression, consciousness, hopelessness. But, I’m okay with that. Are you going through the same thing? I hope you are, and aren’t denying yourself, or myself from anything important that could happen between us. I ask again, how are you doing? Response (hopefully): You know what? Fuck you. JUST KIDDING. Haha. This is what I hope for: You know what? I’m fine, how are you? We can start off on a superficial relationship, at least we’re trying. I think I’d rather have a superficial relationship than none at all. I don’t think I can be deprived of you, with the silent treatment (haha, good times/memories with the infamous treatment). Maybe I saw the path leading to this, but I didn’t try hard enough to stop you. To stop me. Are you okay? Because, I’ll admit. I wasn’t okay for a while, but I’m slowly getting over you, in a good/bad way. What are my feelings for you right now, you ask? I don’t know. Do you even care about us anymore? I do, slightly. Okay, maybe a little more than slightly. I’m going through my music library—the music we shared. Very good times :). Remember what we used to be like? Can we talk about the past happily? Maybe it’s wishful thinking for our reconciliation, but hey, I’m hanging onto the last bucket of hope that I savor in my soul available. Oh, the puns, the jokes, the stories we had, I could write out… the list would be infinite and never ending, like Santa Clause’s Christmas list. Maybe this is the life I lead—fleeting, short relationships, because of the distance, the moving, the short durations of home. My history of packing, of leaving  things behind. Our relationship was perhaps never supposed to last as long as it should, like where I have lived and called home—never longer than at least 6 years. I’m not fine with this kind of life—I wish I had a stable home, a stable life, stable relationships, but apparently it’s going to be impossible…inevitable. Back to YOU, were you just a phase, a period of good stoppage in my relationship with friends? Were we really (never) meant to be? Or am I just being a hooligan at this point? Oh yeah, did I tell you? I do miss you, perhaps, I admit, maybe I just miss the old you. You?

6.20pm: Goodbye My Lover-James Blunt

Day 15 Sukhothai JOE THE PLUMBER

Day 15

Sukhothai

8.37pm: Just got back from a 7-11 trip, and just filled my tummy with a KIT-KAT BARRRR!! Haven’t had one of those in forever :)

Today, I got to go to the control tower to see the operation, and what exactly goes on in that room. Bah, too much explanation, and I’m really tired though it’s not even 9 o’clock yet. I suppose I’m getting lazy in updating my day, which is quite depressing, but… today wasn’t all that busy/productive as my other days.

I went to visit the firefighters as well :).

Tomorrow, I’m going to visit the fuel area, and visiting the zoo :) We’ll see how that goes.

I’ve been here for at least 1/2 a month… I felt like time passed by really quick, and I honestly can’t believe I’ve been here that long. But, in the back of my head, I’m going: holy shit, another 15 days until I can get out of here. :/

Joe is supposedly SOMEWHERE in Thailand; I hope he comes rescue me and Kyle and take us to either Bangkok, Phuket, Koh Samui, or even Chiang Mai. Just out of Sukhothai for a few days. :/

I rode my bike on the runway yet again for an hour :) It was a nice ride. So, 4 kilometers in total? Yep.

Kyle and I had a talk in the office about how college induces even more drama than high school, and how sad it is that people change their personalities based on the fact that they’re getting even more materialistic, too realistic, and not very idealistic. It’s sad that people base friends off of ‘usefulness;’ it’s even sadder that people make friends… not even going to finish the damn sentence. It makes me so pissed.

What if “real life,” “life out of college,” the “real world,” the “job industry,” was naïve, and oblivious, like childhood? Would the world be so corrupt as it is now? Would being on planet earth be a happy place to be? I THINK SO. But, things aren’t so easy, as life isn’t so easy. Naïve thinking—I know. But, just imagine…

Pee-naam-pung asked if I was okay today. And, I was quite surprised when he asked me this. It’s because I wasn’t smiling at all during lunch—I was so out of it, and tired, and wishing Joe would’ve been here by now. God, I’m a bitch.

8.45pm: The Last Song Ever-Secondhand Serenade: Thanks for introducing the band…do you even know who YOU are anymore? :/

You know what song truly represents me? Obsessed-Mariah Carey, except I’m Eminem in this case. I’ve been to obsessed over certain people. GOD, I wish I wasn’t…but I feel that this feeling is so inevitable. This concept of obsession can be applied to many situations, as a friend of mine is going through a breakup, as another friend of mine is constantly thinking about whether he should make a decision…

I think photo updates are coming soon if I’m bored enough to upload my pictures onto my laptop :). 

Sex and Day 9 Sukhothai :)

Regarding sex.

I’m talking to a good friend at the moment, as I’m writing this. And within our conversation, we were talking about having sex, and I suppose both losing our ‘v-cards.’ We also talked about our previous semi-sexual experiences. Really TMI X1000 on both sides—bad image, bad image, bad image. I want to talk about sex, because I’ve been thinking about it now and again. I don’t want to do it via one night stand, or with someone I just semi-like. Just the fact that Johnny Chen brought it up, made me think of several things I want to discuss about myself before I give ‘it’ up to anyone. 

1. Self-image. I actually told someone, not even a friend, that I would have sex with him once I’m satisfied with my body—this statement was said around 1-2 years ago. I have not had sex with him yet, and do not ever plan to. So this statement that I made, has been hovering above my head for the past 18-19 years of my life that I can recall. I am not, will not, don’t ever plan on seeing myself comfortable in my body. I made a bet with Johnny Chen, yes I did, to lose at least 10 lbs by the end of this summer—I want to achieve this goal, so I will be happy that I lost the weight that I wanted to lose. Right now, in Sukhothai, there are no scales, and I’ve been eating a lot of really good food -_____-, so yeah, it’s going to be tough luck for like a month here, 6 days in Japan, and 4 days in Taiwan. Back to my main point of number one: I highly regard myself as really fat, and overweight. I’m not on the verge of obesity, but I am really dissatisfied with my body. I can go into details about how grotesque I look, but I will not torture your eyes or mind today :). But, don’t say I don’t’ look fat, because you’ve never seen me naked. And once you do, yeah, you know it—‘don’t ever wear a bikini girlfriend, let alone clothes, and just stay at home for that matter.’ 

I’m comfortable getting naked to take a shower; I wouldn’t go to the extremes like people I know, and I feel bad for them. I’m glad I don’t hate my body to that point. I’m not comfortable in a swimsuit, one piece, let alone a bikini (haven’t worn one in at least 14 years). I don’t like others looking at my body; I would like them to look once I’m satisfied with what I look like, and they admire me instead of hate me (?); make sense? Good. I haven’t been comfortable being naked, or semi-naked [not going into detail] with the opposite sex; every time a situation or activity would lead to semi-nakedness, I start worrying about what the opposite sex thinks of my body, and I get too self-conscious, and constantly worry about everything. God, I wish I was drunk every time I get naked, then the thoughts wouldn’t be so bad. I want my body to get to a point where all I have to worry about is whether I’m turning the other person on via my body or my actions. TMI? Who told you to read? :)

2. Relationships. I think I need to have several more relationships, several more dates before I give ‘it’ up easily. In the past, I haven’t really found anyone I extremely liked. There were just random guys here and there; some I’ve made out with, in my perhaps really drunken state, and other times… I don’t think I’ve completely let myself out in the open, with emotions all let out, except perhaps with friendships, but not relationships. I think that’s a good thing; I’m waiting for a ‘good one,’ a ‘really good one.’ Well, obviously, I want to be in a good relationship when I do it with that certain someone. 

3. Diseases [because I cannot think of anything else to say :)] I don’t want to get AIDS, genital herpes, all the damn STDs in me, and therefore I want to get to know someone really good before I go for it. 

I dedicate a mini portion of my post to: Johnny Bravo. We use each other, for good reason. Thanks. I don’t know what to say to you, but thank you for listening to me, and telling me the truth except the biggest lie on the planet = afterschool is not that fine. Thanks for being there, and I hope we’ll be really good friends even after college. What else would you like me to say to you? Work on your damn calves, and keep up with the good arm work. I’m glad your losing more weight than me. I don’t mind streaking, sucking a cock, or paying you $400 as long as we still talk. Kthxbye.

Day 9 Uneventful

Sukhothai

Today was one of those ‘lax’ days, uneventful during the day, and unproductive. I had an extra hour of sleep in, and headed to the office just to sign on the internet. I caught up on my CNN/Time/BBC while talking to Johnny Chen. I suppose THAT is something productive :). Lunch was fun today. Me and Kyle sat with ‘the crew.’ Oh god, so many names -____- : Pee-oii, Pee-nuu, Pee-dick, Pee-naam-pung!!! and Pee-waan. There was plenty of “chai’s” to go around; laughter filled up 2 hours of lunch break. Okay, hold up, I was wrong. I was productive for around two hours because I was reading through several airline manuals; I was about to fall asleep, so I took a magazine equivalent to America’s super conservative “Cosmopolitan” called “Cleo. “

Around 5.00pm or so, Pee-oii asked if me and Kyle wanted to go to town (I forgot the name of it :( ) just for the hell of it, with Pee-ann. We went to town, and tried to find some fruit for Pee-nuu that was currently unavailable. We headed to a store to get this sweet snack made of peanuts and flour; we then proceeded to dinner. I didn’t bring my camera today—very sad. But, it’s the memories that truly matter; as long as I have a photographic memory of the event that took place, I think I can live without a picture :). Afterwards, we headed to a famous Thai dessert place in town. Kyle bought like at least 5 pieces, while I sampled a piece. I hated it… because the egg taste was too strong for me—but, I ate it like a good Asian :) hehehehe.

I got really sad when Pee-oii said she was leaving for Bangkok from 7/20-7/31. I’m leaving the 30th, and I’ll miss having someone to talk to with fluent English. Don’t get me wrong, I love everyone here, but I feel like so far, I have bonded with Pee-oii the most. God damn it. :( Pee-ann would be leaving from 7/17-7/28 (?) and that makes me sad too, because she’s soooo cute!! And she reminds me of a motherly figure. And she smiles/laughs at everything I say, which makes me laugh too :).

Oh yeah, I’m sorry. In my previous post, I mentioned learning snake as “loo” but it’s supposed to be “ngoo.” My ‘b.’

I’m heading to the catering kitchen tomorrow for work—I requested it. And I get to wake up around 8.30am :) I’m super excited because 1. I love the kitchen. 2. I love Pee-Ann. 3. I love getting my hands on those sushi. 4. kitchen = food = sampling = which sadly leads to fattiness, but I really don’t mind right now :)

La Vie En Rose= <3

Oh, how I wish I could be skinny again. 

by break, i mean a real break.

as i recall, in my previous post, i talked about summer break being an actual break from studying, from UNC, from the college life, from drama, and especially friends. what is this current post dedicated to? it is dedicated to ‘friendship.’ i talked to a friend over the summer, for a brief period of 48 hours. i told him: “i believe that you don’t always have to be constantly communicating with your friend over certain breaks, vacation, or whatever. if you’re really friends, once you see each other again, won’t you still be friends? despite the distance, despite the noncommunication, there’s always going to be something to talk about when you see each other again. don’t you think agree?” “totally.”

i’ve tried to many times attempting to communicate over long distance; i’ve moved too many places to attempt to maintain a friendship, and even if i had maintained one, THAT ended up in epic failure. i have given up on the whole exertion to make a friendship happen that wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place. now, currently, as opposed to previously, my take on ‘long distance’ friendship, [or even relationship], or just friendship in general, would be that a real friendship would not require too much effort to maintain one. maybe this post is my sad attempt to assuage myself for my past failed relationships—but this post does epitomize my definition of friendship. you can accept it or not.

yeah, i admit. i’ve slightly distanced myself from facebook, or i guess i should say friends that i have made in college, or perhaps friends in general [except for this one… person], but i feel like i trust these friends enough that when i see them in the upcoming semester, they won’t distance themselves from me. if you [my…’friends’] think otherwise, then talk to me, and i will respond to your facebook wallpost or message, or even email.

heads up. will be in sukhothai for the next month. IN LIKE…10.5 hours. fucking excited as a literal, legit motherfucker. sorry for the obscenity. but, WHADDUP THAILAND?!?!??!?!?!?!

so i don’t update much…?

i feel like the only reason i don’t update that much on my tumblr is because: 1. i’m not bored. 2. i don’t need the internet to keep me sane, or entertained. 3. i have been busy doing household chores, and driving parents to places in legitly super asian-driving-skills locations. 4. THERE’S NO DRAMA IN MY LIFE.

i know i will update my tumblr continuously throughout sophomore year college life. because, i assume, that’s where my posts previously came from—drama, pain, maybe love, and in all seriousness=fucked-up-ness. BUT, this post, right here, right now, is going to attempt to be an insightful, semi-happy one. is that okay with you? :) 

as i said, one of the reasons why i’m not on here, is because i’m not bored. well, i lied. but not exactly. CURRENTLY recovering from: —————. something. so, i can’t really walk, talk, be productive -_____-. but anywhoooo :), i recently came back from HK, and i’ve been thinking a lot about my past, present, and future—not because of this one trip, but because of several conversations i’ve had with different people. i’ve been pretty insightful recently, about the track i want to take, want to end up at, and then again… i’m so discombobulated, i’m so confused, i have no idea what i want, what i’m doing. i don’t know how to get to where i want to be. 

i will post the main points of the conversations that i’ve had recently. 

1. this was with a good friend.

D: when i grow up, i want to earn SOOO much money.

Friend: why would you need so much money for?

D: *speechless* because…becau….*stutters* i want to live the good life? good standard of living? nice car, nice clothes, nice food?

Friend: you don’t need to be rich to be happy. really. 

D: *ponders*

i realized… maybe i really don’t need to have the motivation to earn so much money. it’s like a peasant’s dream, to be happy with what i have. i don’t need the materialistic things to be happy. but… nothing makes me happy currently, nothing intangible, nothing non-materialistic makes me happy. i don’t know. we’ll see.

2. this was with mom.

M: Your daddy loves me.

D: And your point is…?

M: I like having a relationship with him.

This just made me happy :) i suppose something intangible like love does make me happy.

3. Friend: 

D: *talks about love/relationships/friendship*

Friend: “there’s nothing wrong with liking someone. it can’t be stopped. it’s not like your intentionally hurting someone else because you like someone. you can’t help it. it’s not your fault.”

D: “but it is semi-my fault right?”

Friend: “never.” 

4. Another Friend:

D: “YO. i’m so hot…” *fans self w/ leaflet*

Friend: “yeah you are… *mutters* literally”

D: “what did you say????”

FRIEND: “YEAH YOU ARE. but not like SUPER hot. yo, you get skinnier? and your ass get larger over 6 months period?

hahahaha. made me smile. thanks.

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HONG-KONG after 9 years

HONG KONG WAS AMAZING—even when I haven’t been back in nine years. I got to spend 4 days there—obviously, there wasn’t enough time to go back to the places of my childhood. I figured that as you grow up and mature, and visit your childhood place, you take a totally different perspective as you would when you were a kid. For one, when I’m little, I’m pretty much fearless—never thinking about deaths, or accidents. Whereas now, I have to look both ways before crossing the street. I have to make sure the tableware is clean before I eat from it.

While I was in Hong Kong, I had the opportunity to meet my childhood friend, Jonathan Leung, as well as his mom (too bad I didn’t get to meet the dad). I feel like what I recall from my past, was the relationship I had with people rather than the place, Hong Kong, itself. I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Yes, I surely remember the death mini-bus rides, the death-cab rides, and the superb night scene (?) [literal translation of chinese: 夜景], but the materialistic, tangible objects/memories weren’t the epitome of my childhood.

So, while I was back in Hong Kong, the place where I spend six years of my life in, it’s still a culture shock. And while I always mention “culture,” I usually mean ‘standard of living,’ ‘cultural customs,’ typical interactions with foreigners, or local people… etc [do you guys get my drift?] It was a culture shock because while I was in Taiwan, there interactions between me and the natives were totally different from the experience I felt in Hong Kong. I don’t want to go into details, because it really makes me quite sad, I’m not going to lie. —-> sad smiley x100 :(. I’ll disclose one reason why I felt different—Hong Kong is really international, so nobody really stares, unless you start speaking Chinese. They hate the Chinese here. So, I tried speaking English the whole time. But then… Oh God, there’s too much cultural phenomenon that takes too long to explain.

I had so much fun with Cyrus. I love him.

So, I’ll try and list the places that I went to. I will definitely try to go back every summer from now on. I plan to find an internship there.

  1. Causeway Bay
    1. Lane Crawford
  1. Lan Kwai Fong :)
  2. Ferry Ride to… Tsim Sha Tsui
  3. A lot of Louis Vuitton/Gucci places
  4. The Peak—for the Nightview
  5. …I can’t think of anything else -____- (random places that broadcasted the world cup)

Things I ate. I was pissed that I couldn’t eat a decent Dim-Sum. BAH. I also still haven’t had local 叉燒飯. But, it’s all good. I’m definitely going back soon, so I won’t be missing out :)

  1. Semi-acceptable Dim-Sum
  2. Won-Ton fugging noodles. I STILL hate that shit. -___-
  3. SIU LONG BAO!!!
  4. 滿記甜品
  5. 翠華restaurant
  6. Alcohol. Long island iced tea, purple rain, shots, and… black diamond (?) for…weak people? Tehehe.

Photos are on facebook. And I’ll post some here.