Warning: Lots of pictures in this post, so loading time might make you impatient. Sorry!
Since I seldom blog and take photos of myself, I reckon my bosom buddies out there must be rather curious to know what I get up to everyday here and how I look like now. So I had this idea to document the little things that happen on a typical day (or weekend, as the case happens to be for this post), the scenes that I see here everyday but I know will soon be forgotten.
Hope you enjoy this :) .
The day begins, as it always does, when dark becomes light as I open my eyes.
This is one of the first things I see:
I put on my glasses, and the world becomes just a little clearer.
The view out of my window agrees that it is a good day (not too misty; misty = cold).
Looking good.
Mr. Sleepyhead here is still tired after hugging me to sleep and being kicked around by me all night, so I tuck him in before stepping out.
On the way to the MTR station.
This is Kowloon Tong MTR station, the one that's nearest to our school.
A funny sign at our first destination of the day.
Wan Chai MTR station.
We decided to shop around while waiting for the remaining two people to arrive.
Lunchtime.
One of my friends' noodles with criss-cut sausage.
One of my favourite dishes here, 牛腩面. It's cheaper and more common than in Singapore, and relatively cheap. Love the tenderness of the beef.
Read the line below the shop name. It's one of the many funny signs in HK.
The objective of the day: electronics shopping.
But first, we dropped by our favourite fast food restaurant. Shaker fries is our ultimate weakness.
Our stomachs directed our attention to something else, however.
Si Hui with her float thingy.
Joycelyn with her ice cream cone.
Sheryl and I with our sundaes.
The fantastic thing about HK McD's sundaes is the free peanuts. Peanut + chocolate = heaven. What will we do when we go back to eating peanutless sundaes in Singapore? We have decided to bring packets of chopped peanuts with us wherever we go so that we may enjoy peanut sundaes without paying extra.
Along the MTR line which goes to the more touristy places, there are caligraphy paintings on the walls of the stations. The focus of this photo, however, is me acting like a passerby. It triggered off several more acting-like-a-passerby photos.
On the train.
None of us show any talent for this acting thingamajig.
In search of lower prices at the computer centres in Sham Shui Po.
Hilarious signs of the day #2 and #3.
Say "boo" to Boo the pouch, my purchase of the day (in fact, purchase of the month since he's so cute and worth my money)! He only costs S$1! How nice of him to float along just when I decided that I need a lanyard-pouch-thingy to hold my camera for convenient photo-taking on camwhoring days.
This is a stationery shop.
Dinner: roast goose + char siew rice.
Having finished my aim of checking out the prices for portable hard disks, it was time to go home.
On the way back from Kowloon Tong MTR station.
Our hostel at night.
The mailbox area, which I religiously check everyday, but always for nought.
Random shot of my S$0.60 socks from Mongkok.
Time check after I reach my hostel.
My purchases for the day: Boo and friends (as pressies; faster chope while stocks last) and a Kang Xi Lai Le DVD set with 68 episodes. Boo is so useful! Look at his back!
If you thought that that was the end of my day, you are wrong! The night was still young for the hyperactive youths that we are.
Me v.s. Si Hui.
I may employ a slack playing style most of the time, but don't underestimate me. You might not be able to handle my aggressive mode. It shocked my Korean friend. (Remember our painful loss to Korea during the previous previous Olympics?)
Then it was Si Hui v.s. Sheryl, as I take a break from the relaxing game to relax with my DS. Here, let me add that our ping pong games may be relaxing, but the hilarity that somehow always ensues helps burn a lot of calories.
At about 11 or 12, we decided to call it a day and retire to our rooms to chat with each other on Skype.
Lights in the darkness.
I close my eyes. Lights and darkness, two become one.
And then...
Labels: egomaniac, Memoires of Dimsumland
