Carribean cruise in HK

THIS is the feeling of escaping from home! It was greeeeeat!!! Courtesy to Uncle 6 and his family. They invited me to this Hong Kong Regal Airport hotel for the buffet and staying overnight.


The buffet was an experience. The Carribean theme granted me the chance of Greek, Italian and Spanish food again. I honestly cannot recall the number of olives I had. It was just amazing. The Greek setting imitated the cruise, feels like floating in the ocean. The fillet, Spanish sauce, mustard, Greek salad..etc all of my favourites. Love all that. Taking a European trip for my stomach, it enjoys much.


Heading to the hotel room, it was the smell of clean sheets. Even though I broke that stocker at shower, the bathroom was still very amazing. Waking up in the morning at 6:10am, watching the breaking dawn over the airport runway, I felt charged, so full of energy. Even though I only had 6 hours of sleep, the quality made it all. From this moment, I finally understand how much that I dislike double decker bed. Felt like a trap, trapping the energy.


Walking out of the hotel room, heading to the bus station, I needed to walk pass the airport. Going to the airport gave me a feeling of travelling aboard. The relaxing mood rose again and I walked confidently down the hallway. Travelling aboard. I love. The next station is ... ... Greece.


Found the bus which took me to Mongkok. It was a single decker bus. Sitting at the window of it, watching the view of our gigantic bridge of ChingMa, I am Invincible!!! It took only ~40 minutes to get to MK.


Here I am, back to KH, full of energy. What a refreshing night! And found out that I really need to get out of the house from time to time. It was great to get away from home. Great!

Fat Girl

I have gained so much weight. It's not even funny!!!!
Diet!!! Exercise!!! Cut junks!!! GoGoGo!!!

My moomin

Fell in love with moomin because of him. I went to his office today.

On his birthday, I sent him a message, wishing him all the best for the upcoming year. Then he gave me a call the next day but I missed the call because of volleyball. The only reason that I could think of is, he's finally willing to find out who on earth sends birthday blessings every year. BUT he didn't dare to call again.

Today, I knew he was looking at me, even though I was talking to his colleague. I just knew. Turning my head to take a glance on him, his bright smile shined on his face. In my head, "Did you know 't was me? Did you know? Do you know?" Guess it's not important no more, cos you weren't willing to find out. Still love the way he stares at me, remains caring and sincere as it was 10 years ago. It hasn't changed a bit ever since we met. We got on the same bus on our way home. We said our goodbye. He gave me the last smile when he turned for the stairs. It was great.

It has been more than 10 years, before I left Hong Kong. I am sure the feeling is not exactly the same anymore. But then I came to see him everytime I visited HK. Now that I base in here, I visit every 6-7 months, like seeing the doctor. It's like a habitual thing. It's not like I am hoping for anything to happen, it's just I don't wanna give up having excuses to see him.

The stage of depression... again

I did not intend to make this an emotional entry. Therefore, I am just gonna to state the fact and make it short.

Mom has been babbling around lately. Honestly, I wanted to avoid her because she always says the wrong thing at the wrong time. She accused me of not paying her on time and requested to pay her back from September. ALL BS! I paid her absolutely more than two times. Then she asked me if I am dating, or if I needed any help. My tears was just uncontrollably dropped. Felt palpitation from the centre of the heart, I definitely needed a breath. So I went out to the pier, took my time to have a good cry. The grocery store was my destination for my stress relief.

People always say that I am beautiful, nice, caring, sincere... blah blah blah.. my patients said whoever has you is very lucky.. blah blah blah... Very flattering, but I am still single. So either the people around me lie, or something wrong with me.

Chatting with a guy friend online, after he expressed the same thing as everybody told me, he asked .. so why exactly don't you have a bf? I wanted to yell so bad "HOW ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW????" Then I calmed down and told him about the married people around me... those BS... really shitty.

Sigh.. whatever... hopefully I can get out of this mood soon... fast....

His confession

That Aussie guy reappeared again. We have been chatting online once in a while. I have to admit that I start to develop feelings for him. Thinking of him on and off, thinking about what would happen if we actually meet each other in real life. Last night, he told me the same thing. Glad to hear that he thinks of me as well. The sweetest thing is that, he would have fallen in love with me if we ever spent time together. The IF word again. Hate that! I would've fallen for him too.

Not only once I heard patients' compliment on me. They said, you are such a warm hearted girl; you are very nice; your husband is very lucky. At that moment, I almost drop my tears, wanted to say that, may be there's no lucky guy in this planet. Feel very sad indeed.

The other night, I dream about my grandma. She was very happy giving out medals. She awarded those who got married with medals. I was super happy to see her, but just sat there receiving no medal........

Love dancin

Went to a bar last night with Gigi. Had a great time even though we couldn't get into a club. We went to a bar called Zinc. There was a cute bartender, offering us two shots :)

After a while, we hit the dance floor. There were girls getting up on the stage for some pole dancing. They were sooooo HOT!!! Honestly I don't have the guts to do that. It was so weird. Gigi and I were surrounded by loads of guys last night. Gigi was so shy. Hehe. A German bought us drinks, very gentleman of him. Then a Holland guy started to dance with us. But my eyes were trying to look for some black guys :p This is probably because.... of Dudley. Don't know how he's doing right now. Hopefully he's still enjoying his job as a coach and being suscessful in his career in 110m hurdles. I really did love him. He's the most adorable black guy I have ever met, the first black guy I dated.

Love loud music. Love dancing! LOVE DANCING!!!!!

Back on the dance floor

Haven't gone clubbing in ages. Finally, I got a chance to go with a vball friend. It was okay at the very beginning when there were just the two of us. We chatted about our team, and also what to expect in the club.

When we arrived Central, her friends came. They started to talk like Charlotte, pretty annoying. Thing got better when I got in the club. I knew last night was not my night cos I kinda get into a position where there were no available guys around. That's why I tried hard to dance. The music rocks and my body shakes with the rhythm. A guy put his arms around my waist at the beginning. I couldn't even see his face, so I kinda neglected him. (Honestly I regret after what happened later) There was another guy around. A friend thought he was interested in me but I really doubted it. She even put his hand at my waist. He still didn't make his move. He didn't leave as well because he knew it would make me feeling uncomfortable.

Somehow, a short white t shirt guy with glasses tried to get close to me. I was like.... i've got to run. Some people passed by, and I saw a cute caucasian, run towards him without hesitation. He's from an exchange student from Paris, France. Cute and good looking, I spent the rest of the night dancing with him. Hot and sexy dance with kisses. He sent me a message after the night, that he loves the way I dance.

Honestly, I love the way I dance too. Enjoyed it so much. God I love dancing!!!

Moment of awakeness

Cannot believe it's May already! Time flies by too fast! TOOOOOOO fast!

Even though my life is as plain as water right now, sigh....., I do have something fun to share. Just wanna remember the conversation between my patient and I today.

He is a sleeping beauty. Being unconscious all day, I was probably the only person who could wake him up because of the uncomfortable procedure --- Suctioning and Cough stimulation!

His last name was the same as one of our historical warrior thats why we all called him by the warrior's name. Suddenly he woke up after my cough stimulation cos he thought I was gonna kill him. He seriously looked at me and requested me to explain what the heck I was doing there. A relative from another bed helped to explain and he's like shhhhh... there is a third person in the room..... (I was like... okay...)

At the same time, the BP monitoring was beeping. He yelled, "There is the sound of telecom." "This is the evil sound. Please may I beg you, do not make the sound of the devil. Make the sound of kindness and generosity. Stop killing! Rescue the people. Now I am going to rescue the people."

And there, he fell asleep again. The nurse couldn't even catch the moment to feed him a drink.

Then I thought, may be this is what he wanted from the bottom of his kind heart.