HoneyMoon

My candle, your candle

They say the honeymoon comes about from people who get married then decide to stick about for one month as they still love each other and can't bear to be apart. Then the moon changes and the PMS starts and suddenly the other half doesn't look as gorgeous as before. Or how about the story where the father-in-law supplies the groom with all the alcohol made from honey that he could drink for a month in the hope that he makes his daughter pregnant and therefore unable to work for the next nine months thereby depriving the groom's family of free labour for the planting of crops. Sly eh?

It has been one month since I arrived in Hong Kong. So far, it has been an interesting ride. I have met so many different people that I find it weird I actually feel settled here. Scary isn't it? I feel at home in Hong Kong more so than in Kuala Lumpur. I can't explain why I feel that way even when I have no food to eat, can't speak the language, haven't been out to the bars and have met so many thick headed idiots who just don't listen to what I tell them to do.

To celebrate, I bought myself a ticket to go back for Chinese New Year. We have people booked in for the day before and after CNY weekend. But I have decided I need to eat see my family more. I still don't know what to do for Christmas. I feel like going somewhere, but my favourite people (you know who you are) are all away in some far-flung place and are not near enough for me to visit in 5 days. Traveling would take 2 and jet lag would take another 2. Then the time difference would make one more day. Maybe I should just wallow in self-misey and use the money for the air ticket to buy a bag. *sigh*

Saw a guy who was 5 months older than me and the level of understanding he has about lacing up shoes properly is less than a two year old. Why do I feel so old? Maybe my parents forgot to register my birth until say 30 years later. I'm not surprised if they did because they forgot the name they wanted to call me until 14 years later.

Some photos from saturday night. I am so bored I joined this group of people who talk about religion and the careerpath. If I am honest, I would tell you I really enjoy spending time with godly people, but since I am not so honest, I would say I go for the cake. It was Alvin's birthday and I decided to sabotage it as it was also my birthday this month. So I ate half his cake. They said he was 32 but I don't think even botox can make his skin look so smooth. *Jealousy lurks*

They are nice people, they fed me cake.

Doing the compulsory V pose. Even babies do that here!

Showing off that we can still count our ages with our fingers. What am I going to do when I hit 56?