Last month, I went to Hong Kong, to fulfil my promise of an annual trip.
It had been 2 years, went to Bangkok last year instead.
It struck me everytime, how awesome my folks are. I am not sure if this is due to seeing them once a year. And if this fondness will fade if I live there permanently, because we take people for granted when they are of reach. I am constantly thinking of my gramps, how that day will come when they are no longer around and I am miles away in SG.
Kills me over and over again.
The streets of HK are so fascinating, surprises await at every turn, every corner. The shops that stay open til the wee hours of the morning. The city that never sleeps. How the guys there dress awesomely, everyone is like a star.
I went around alone most of the time. The solitary was poignant. I am alone, yet there was no feeling of loneliness, every negative feeling is being engulfed by the glittering night lights. The only negativity comes from the thought of having to come back to Singapore. Harsh reality.
I brought my sis to the TWINS concert. It was full house.
Though it was April, but it was freezing (to me).
My favourite food - the dim sum in HK is of a standard that a normal chinese restaurant in SG will never attain, unless in some every expensive place.
I can eat this for a lifetime.
grandma
grandpa
Our daily dinner date at 7pm.
Mongkok on a weekend, slow down your walking pace at your own risk.
I went to Causeway Bay to look for this shop.
http://www.hanchasaonline.com
Bought a few items to satisfy my current Korean craze.
Korean bbq with my uncle.
a family picture with dad missing.
my lugguage was overweight and I paid a bomb.
I brought back a 22-inch LCD monitor, it was a steal and the quality is just like Samsung's.
Hand carried, I nearly died.
Dad loves to use post-its.
Dad at work.
For a few nights, I went to his work places and waited for him to knock off at weird hours like 1am. I can never get over how amazing he is, raising 2 kids at once using a musical instrument.
This was how he paid my College school fees.
Amiable beyond words.
I came back after 8 days, grandma sent me off.
I was drowning with sadness that wasn't sadness but grief, I had to take 10 deep breaths to answer my cell phone everytime it rang. When the plane took off, it damn nearly killed me.
But I had someone else waiting for me back in sg's airport for resurrection of any kind.
