Good Life

Good Life - Kanye West f. T-Pain

It's just before ten, I'm done my shower and waiting for our domestic helper to make my breakfast. That's how every morning is here . . . I'm never able to sleep in so I get up when Colby does and am given a breakfast of milk tea and PB&J toast.

On Friday night after I sent DC home from our Tour De Fromage and my sister finished watching the Eason Chan concert, we headed up to somewhere in China for some pampering. Not surprisingly, the express bus we took was mostly filled with men . . . was not impressed when the guy sitting across the aisle from me started puking less than five minutes after the bus departed the depot. I spent the rest of the half-hour drive sitting with my back turned to him, secretly thanking God that at least the regurgitated mass in his plastic bag did not stink.

After showering in the changing room, we settled into recliners a big room. There must've been over two hundred such chairs, each with a personal flat screen for clients to watch TV on while getting their seventy-five minute long foot/leg massages. Am quite impressed, as the last time I had my feet worked on [getting pedis with Tee at Pure], it was an absolute gong show. No laughing this time!

After that was done, we moved to a private room and each got three hours worth of massages. While some parts of me feel quite relaxed after that, other parts feel . . . so friggin' sore. My shoulders are feeling the way they used to after the first volleyball practice in September after a summer off. My lower back just feels plain old beat up. Yup, my girl worked me over quite well.

All that . . . for three people . . . for no more than the equivalent of a C-note. Some things are just ridiculously cheap.

Am having some problems uploading pictures from DC's memory card to my computer. Will post about Le Tour De Fromage when I figure that out.

I Think We're Alone Now

I Think We're Alone Now - Tiffany

Nope. You are NEVER alone here. Because the insects are always keeping you company.

I HATE ASIAN MOSQUITOES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mosquitoes in November!!! Grr. I once got bitten on my Achilles' tendon in Japan. I couldn't walk for almost a week.

My first night here, I got bitten on my right leg a couple of times and now it's all swollen and the bites are like . . . hard. Eew. Now my calf looks tremendously thunder-y.

See?

Say good morning, Colby!

I Beg Your Pardon

I Beg Your Pardon [I Never Promised You A Rose Garden] - The Pet Shop Boys

Sooooooo . . . I had my interview at TVB today. Met with the group at Tseung Kwan O MTR station where we were then herded onto the TVB bus and carted to "TV City". Was brought in as part of the 30-member shortlist . . . of which we were told, they would take "many". I was assigned the number 14 . . . right off the bat . . . already unlucky. Then we were briefed on what would be happening and WHAT? WHAT? Part of the interview is in Putonghua??? O_O

Walking into the interview room felt like going before a firing squad. Along one side of the room was the interview panel consisting of a TVB sports anchor, the producer, the director, a university professor, a TVB talent scout, and one other person . . . oh and the camera operator dude. The questions were straight-forward/predictable enough . . .
1. Give a self-introduction. [Cantonese, 1 minute]
2. Tell us why we should select you. [English, 30 seconds]
3. If selected, which sport will you be most eager to cover? [Putonghua, 30 seconds]
I was doing pretty well until we got to the final question. >_< DAMNIT. I fully understood what they were asking me, I just couldn't answer eloquently . . . and I wasn't allowed to use any other languages. Grr. Wish me luck though . . . they hadn't specified on the application that I need to be fluent in Putonghua.

My life seems to be ruled by coincidences and random luck. Some would say that I might be overly-supersitious. But how random is this?

One of the guys in my group had mentioned that he'd returned to HK a few years ago from Vancouver. So we got to chatting and lo and behold, he is a double "si hing" of mine, having gone to both Jamieson and Churchill. Though he is +5 . . . he did look a bit familiar, but maybe that's because he'd done some on-air work for Fairchild back in the day.

Then, on my way home at the Causeway Bay MTR station, I run into none other than Will! I was just minding my own business, riding up the escalator . . . when I look over and see the "hongolo" pointing at me. Hahaha. How weird . . . in a city of seven million . . .

Say Goodnight And Go

Goodnight And Go - Imogen Heap

Sometimes I really wonder what it is with me and shoddy luck. After catching sleeping hours 4, 5, and 6 in sixty some-odd hours . . . I got up to take care of last minute details then headed out to dimsum with the darlings. Had gone to Fisherman's Terrace at Aberdeen thinking Cana would be at the store so I could say goodbye in person . . . but alas, no such luck. She'd taken the day off.

Got some good news when I went to check-in . . . three seats to myself? Heck ya! Then my ATM card got eaten by the stupid machine. Booooooooo. Then I get on the plane only to bump into my elementary school classmate, Ida, who was one of the flight attendants. Yaaaaaaaay . . . a little relieved to know I have another friend in HK. Thus far, the social life is non-existent . . . though DC is due to arrive within the next two days.

Called Will last night as I was making my way to baggage claim . . . turns out not only is Yenny coming to visit, but Tommy is too! Hehehe . . . yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Silly Colby. Refusing to sleep, waiting for me to open my suitcases thinking there would be goodies inside for him. He's been spoiled by us . . . every time I've come back, half my suitcase has been toys for him.

You Say Goodbye, And I Say Hello

Hello, Goodbye - The Beatles

As I sit here in my room roughly twelve hours before my flight takes off, I find myself already missing the bedroom that I have spent the last year or so making my own. Gosh darn it . . . though I know what to expect, it is somewhat startling to know that the bedroom I'm going to in Hong Kong is smaller in size than my current double bed. =\

I'm not really sure what to expect from full-time living in HK . . . haven't done that since I was eleven months old.

Still . . . a new adventure awaits me. It's time for all or nothing.

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