HK, HK. oh, and happy new yr

just back from jerrine's, where the traditional new yr bbq thing is held. nice lazy fun again <3.
don;t need to get drunk in singapore one lor, shiok. and tmr gonna see naomin for the first time in 4evazzzz~~~. hairpee.

ok so hk trip was fun. bought shitload of stuff, ate shitload of food. met jenny jess ben mandy at knutsford terrace on first night for shisha and drinks, and isaac the following night for damn nice dinner at jap restaurant (ok let me take a moment here to digress and list the shiok food i had: salmon sashimi, clam soup, crab meat fried rice and GRILLED EGGPLANT WRAPPED IN BEEF. kaoz! is perfect ok, the food. jesus make one lor.) and then damn nice hongkong dessert at stupidly named honeymoon cafe. but dessert very nice, so forgive them. mango pancakes and red bean/mangos in coconut milk with ice shavings. HONGKONG PPL GENIUS. PROPS.

anyway. i think it was damn exciting to meet wes ppl outside of school, in different country. damn FOB sia. haha but who cares. WAS COOL BEANS.

oh, after dinner had to digest food, so isaac showed me... sex shop, where he became severely traumatized by... The Expander. so subtle and imaginative right, the names. wanted to take a lot of pictures but shopkeeper lisped and was damn creepy. can put us in jail cell at back of shop, that kind. :(

k pictures.


THE KING GOOSE. kao. can taste the oil in my mouth la. hairpee.


mango/daohui dessert. :D


isaac and the MANGO PANCAKES. they look like BABY BACKSIDES. i love them pls. so yellow and soft and round... heeheehee. i rub rub them until make friend embarrassed. win.



the beef in eggplant. (i wanted to take pictures of all the dishes, but restaurant very attas and... friend embarrassed la. so cannot. sianz.)

oh after dinner, walking around times square... we saw this. (psst. is a giant corn hor, if cannot see. i love it la.)


and then, a few minutes later... this. it is... female steak leh. look closely, got very long eyelashes. it is chio beef. stupid isaac don't wanna take picture with her so... this is all you're gonna get. he told me damn sad story about a human steak.
k at road crossing right, a lot of ppl cross. a human steak was among them. then the light suddenly turn red, so everyone run across. but... the steak cannot run very fast, so it... shuffle along very sadly until a lot of cars horn it. VERY SAD RIGHT!!!!! I WILL CRY IF I WERE THE STEAK LEH!!!!!

walking along central with mother, saw... this. mother asked if i wanted them, and i said yes. (dunno why k, both siao alr.) so now i can... dress up as spartan or... pregnant woman whenever i want. shiok.


also, the ugly gene in me cried out for some attention, so we get this:


and this:
kawaii leh.


at shisha bar with wes ppl. (odd one out again. jerrine, I FEEL YA.)


pls click. the advertising skillz... win all la.

ok very late and i oily and sleepy so...
HAPPY NEW YR ALL!
HAVE A GOOD ONE!

<3, Sam

home

so. recounts. a bit sian leh, cos the only reason i blog in the US is for singapore fiends to read, but i am now WITH singapore fiends for the vast majority of my time, so what for eh.

ok la, but i ask rachel to blog, and she did, so if i didn't, i'd be a hypocrite.

blahblahblah. ok. so since returning, i have:

had nice-ass bbq at aunt's house and spent time with cousins
screamed in christine's house on christmas eve
entertained many ppl who commented on my newfound corporeal prosperity (FAT LA K, FAT.) on christmas day
been called 'buff queen' by edwin :(
met nat for a day of tcc and toast
met fiends at corduroy again
met gb ppl for some good ol' life lamenting
had prata/yakult with neighbour (who said i now look like a little hobbit :(:(:()
watched inordinate amounts of a korean variety show on youtube
ran. once.

and i have eaten:
meepok da
cheecheongfun
economical rice (:D:D:D:D:D)
satay
half-boiled eggs
laksa
kaya toast
nasi lemak
chinchow
banmian
caitaukueh
tehtarik

and am going to hk in 4 hours for some money spending.

life is goot.
oh and just chatted briefly with somin, eric and linda online. was nice!

k now must go run for second time
may die in the attempt, so wish me luck!

ps. yushi tagged me in a photo OF A FAT YELLOW M&M. WARRAOZ.

this is what i did today instead of studying econs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcofZqccSQA

please. japanese ppl must rule the world one day, must.

also, please watch till the end. will not disappoint.

reading week my ass.

whoever invented reading week wants every single student on campus to fail.
in this studying period which is supposed to facilitate 24/7 revision sessions, i have

had singapore dinner
eaten dinner with koreans
been to wesleyan spirits concert
been to an absurdist play
been to a mixolydians concert
watched arrested development
gotten... happy
water polo training
water polo team dinner
played rock band
sledded
and sledded
slept through american gangster
'studied' with koreans.

and in 4 hours, there is a play, and then another asian party. HOW TO PASS UNI LIDDAT. HOW.

wargh

hallmates drunk outside room.
must write essay.
it's 3.26am.
fuck.

sigh

5am. cold.

chweekueh.
cheecheongfun (sesame oil, light sauce)
beehoon with luncheon meat
roast duck rice
yongtaufoo laksa
heji porridge
youtiao
maxwell fish soup
toast with milo powder
half-boiled eggs
minjiang kueh
prawn noodles
lotus bao
stir-fried vegetables
toa payoh ohluak
black caitaukway
kuayteow soup
meepok da
meepok da
meepok da
meepok da
meepok da

i think i'm going insane.

again, i think i blog too much.

got a combined grade of A- for my french tests, so there is a possibility that i can get A for french. I AM NOT A COMPLETE FAILURE AFTER ALL. and that makes me happy.

that, and the fact that classes ended today and i do not have to wake up at 7am for the next month or so.

and the fact that reading week is here, which means a week of not reading! and doing fun things, like go for dinner with koreans/singaporeans!

and the fact that i will be home in less than 2 weeks!!

i have been told countless times how much more singaporean/asian i have become since coming here. while that is a nice thing to hear, (for me anyway. others might look upon it as a bad thing. fuck them. harhar.) the worrying thing about it is how my rebellion against my surroundings indicates an innate defensive mechanism that manifests itself wherever i go. with my disability to assimilate with the majority of the angmohs here, i use singlish as a means of releasing my pent-up frustration and saying 'fuck you' to the people surrounding me.

and that is not very nice.

but i know i am not going to change anything, cos i am a stubborn bitch, so life will continue as usual, fret not. the dulcet tones soaked in singlish and dialect will continue to flow from my cracked lips.