A Good Break

And I'm home after another vacation in nearby Bali.

It was a good break and I'll be writing all about it, along with The Anecdotal Hong Kong Hangover.

Gosh, I'm so lucky.

Maybe my life isn't as exciting as plain bread anymore.

With God in control, life's never dull.

I Go Back To December All The Time

Because I was unemployed and a bum.

Because it's my birthday month.

Because I'm still penniless after 9 months. Where did all my money go?

Because I still had a red car.

Nevermind, just 4 months to go till it's December again!

The Anecdotal Hong Kong Hangover Part 1: The Masseuse Murderer

Hello everybody. I'm just back from a nice 4 day 3 night trip from Hong Kong. And because you know how much I like to talk about my travels, I hereby present The Anecdotal Hong Kong Hangover. This can be used as a travel guide for future travelers to Hong Kong, but it's really lousy, so please use Lonelyplanet or something better if you wish to gain good, solid information. Anyway, this is a really short series because yours truly has to go back to work soon, so, enjoy.

This first story is on the Masseuse. Even modified a song about her which you can see on my FB status. It all started when my mum, my sis and I were so tired after a day at Ocean Park, then a night at Mong Kok that we decided to go for a foot massage. We went to a place where my sister had gone before, and we took the package that had 60 minutes foot massage + 25 minutes body massage. The foot massage went great. And then, it was the body massage. That's when it all began.

My masseuse was petite, and keeping in mind not to be rude, had a huge front which she flaunted proudly with a low cut tee. I had to avoid looking at the twin peaks every time she bent over to clap the leg muscles during the foot massage. But never mind those, they weren't the deadliest things on her. For sure.

So, I was ushered into a small room and had to lie down on a bed with a hole in the middle for my face. After 25 minutes, while I was changing back into my clothes, I told my sister who was in the same room that it wasn't a massage.

It was murder.

"Huh? What?" My sister asked.

No doubt about it. Don't let her small size fool you, this masseuse has killer elbows. And when she felt that the strength wasn't enough, she would climb on top of me and "HAIYA!", jab 'em down my shoulders.

Okay la, she never shouted "Haiya".

It's actually kinda my fault. I only told her it really hurt after she was done with one side. And she said "Huh? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought you enjoyed it."

No. I may look like I was enjoying it, but I was dying inside. Of immense pain. And I wondered how she derived that I was enjoying it because my face was stuck in that hole, wincing at the only things I can see- her shoes and the floor.

"I think she was trying to seek revenge because we didn't want the pedicure." I told my sister, as an afterthought.

"Eh, but I also didn't want to do the pedicure, and my masseuse was okay." My sister said.

Well, perhaps I've not been pre-warned about the HK-style hard massage. More used to the smooth oil Thai massage that doesn't involve jabbing. The HK masseuse, in her defense, said that pain is good, that it'll feel really good after.

Of course it'll feel good. Anything will feel good if you're not jabbing at it like meat on a chopping board.

She left a long-lasting and deep impression on me.

Because the very next day, I could still feel the part of my back where she jabbed.

I'll never forget you, Masseuse with the twin peaks and killer elbows. You've got the moves like Jabber.

For One More Day

And I'm gonna head home now.

Probably tomorrow I won't be able to sleep- not because I'm excited- but I'll be staring into Final Cut the whole night.

But I'm excited. About the thing I'm going to be making.

Hopefully it'll be good.

:)

Goodnight for now.

I Guess We're Done For Now.

Xinying, Small Forward

I squeezed my only non-working day free dry, like a lemon, today.

First it was the 3-on-3 tournament at *scape which lasted from 8.15am till 6pm. I had a lot of fun, and also saw/ played with many familiar faces. It's nice.

Xiaomei! Long time no see! It also happened to be her birthday today!

We managed a third placing, as we lost out in the semi-finals by 1 point. Well, I've never gone so far in a 3-on-3 tournament before, so it was still good.

I was telling Sam that we must strive for 3rd placing at least, because the 4th placing has no prizes. Halfway, I began to sing:

"It's all about the money, money, money...
We all need the money, money, money...
It's not about the (other) prizes,
It's all about the ca-ash...

All about the cha-ching, cha-ching
Not about the ba-bling ba-bling
Wanna get my money
So we must win 3rd prize"
(Sing to the tune of Jessie J's Price Tag")

And I gotta say, I banged into Haixin AGAIN.

It was the same situation as the Women's Open last year. I wanted to screen for her, but she decided to cut in between me and the person I wanted to screen. So, bang! She hit her head on my lips, but other than a bump, she was okay. It's funny, but at the same time, quite embarrassing.

I also got my first technical foul because I forgot after we score, we cannot touch the ball. (But the referee didn't give any warning. Horrible man.) And he almost gave me another one shortly after because I forgot again. The rules we were playing with today was so different from the normal 3-0n-3 rules.

Don't know why so many unlucky things happen to me today. I was seated near the courtside when an intense match were going on between 2 Men's team. As I was standing up, a player flew towards me in a bid to try and save an out-of-bounds ball. And it was just nice that when he swung his hand, my head popped up.

It hurt. But even worse, it was really embarrassing.

Nevermind, brushing it off.

In the evening, the Jumpshot team played the 3rd-4th placing game, so we hurried from *scape to BAS. Sadly, when we arrived, it was almost half time and the team was being whipped. Basket after basket went into our net from fast breaks. We tried to catch up, and did a really great job in the 4th quarter, but alas, it was too little too late.

But nevermind again. Brushing it off.

As the teammates say in their last words interview with my Zoom 4n, "We'll be back... stronger."

Basically, now I'm really tired. So it's lights off for me now, and then a grueling 5 days of non-stop work. But it's okay....

HONGKONG ON SATURDAY!!! VACATION, HERE I COME!!!

All We Need Is Encouragement

Cheryl, Centre

I was thinking while driving my dad's car on the way home, after sending 5 church friends home (just like old times), what if I take a one year break from work? Then I can travel the world. Well, on a shoestring budget of course. That's not hard, considering bread and jam spread are part of my staple when I travel, and a really great way to save on meals.

So, I said to myself, when I turn 27- literally the moment I turn 27, I should pack up and leave, then return on my 28th birthday.

Now how cool will that be?

Of course, conditions will be that I'm single/not pregnant/ have saved enough. I picked the age of 27 out of thin air, but I guess that would be the time where the 3rd condition would be most realistic.

Whaddaya think? It's going to be exciting/scary/tedious/a bitch/adventurous/ an eye-opener/ crazy/ dangerous all at the same time.

Oh wait, I've done those things. It's called "my job".

All the better. With so much training now, I'll probably survive to return for my 28th.

The Days Go Trudging On

Huiling, Power Forward/Point Guard

I need some inspiration.

A major edit (by me) hangs in the balance as the most boring product yet (in my opinion), and I need to squeeze out some creativity.

On a separate note, I need to stop dreaming. They are really disturbing/distracting and sucks up a lot of my sleeping energy. Especially when I dream about work, and then wake up to... no prizes for guessing...WORK!

That sucks. If only I can clock in those hours in my dreams for the real working hours. Then maybe I wouldn't mind.

Dreaming too many times is not healthy... right?

I need Hong Kong and Bali, which is 9 days away. YES!

And the countdown begins.