The weekend was a welcome relief to the workload recently. While the cases are no less interesting the spirit is lacking in the enthusiasm it started with. Ulcers just look like ulcers at the end of the day, the toe dangling at the end of the foot with green pus oozing out looks just like the one that came yesterday but perhaps the one yesterday had yellow pus and serous discharge as well as redness tracking up the leg... There are days when you just want to quit the day job and sit in a nice warm jacuzzi and drink some cocktails.
I spent Friday night hanging out with my parents' friends who were in Hong Kong for the day. It feels nice to see people that knew you when you were small and cute and didn't know any better; then to meet them again years down the road and talk adult talk instead of 'how err Blue Peter had a cool thing on tv that day and how PowerPuff Girls are the coolest things on Earth' . I have always enjoyed the company of the many people I have met growing up, while I conveniently forget my smart Alec comments as a kid, I am reminded of how much I have matured over the years. We mused and laughed over the past while downing our cocktails and listened to the live band in Lan Kwai Fong. I know, my parents have happening friends I can go bar hopping with haha... It felt good to be reassured that my parents didn't bring up some messed up kid who has no future, career, dreams, hopes nor the ability to stand on my own two feet and to think independently, logically and without emotional attachment. Okay I sound scary... Coming back to Asia is going to be a constant walk down memory lane.
Saturday was supposed to be a nice easy day in bed until I remembered I needed to go to the bank. So I went to Shatin in my heels and my tiny clutch which held my passport, three purses, my phone, one packet of tissue, one mirror, one tub of vaseline, a pack of pantyliners, my RenMinBi, plasters, and my room key. I was glad I brought my passport as I consequently went to Causeway Bay for lunch with the banker, got bribed to Hung Hom to look at the serviced apartments and dragged him to the Wonderful World of Whampoa to show him that it really exists. We both think it is so cool and the flats are so ghost-town-like that we will stay there next year and be part of the tourist attraction. Yeah right!
The boys had planned this huge outing to ShenZhen to the massage palace. I managed to persuade the lawyer to abandon her work and join us *yay*. So off I tottered in my heels and without a jacket to the playground of Hong Kong. By the time I reached there and had dinner my feet were starting to ache so I had to buy two new pairs of shoes. One is 'oh so pretty' and dainty and just perfect for summer while the other matched my purse so that I could wear them on Sunday. The massage place was heaving. I got my usual Hong Kong style massage but this time the masseuse was heavy handed and it hurt like hell. I told her to be more gentle but she didn't really ease it. The ophthalmologist totally scored with the masseuses as they just so happened to walk in on him naked. Then they were all ooh-ing and ahh-ing on how muscular he was, how 'hairy is the new sexy' and how cool that he could speak some Mandarin. I have never seen anyone pick up girls that fast without trying. The rest of us had to translate the pick up lines. -_-
I seriously ate enough fruit to last me two weeks. Mind you, I need all that fruit as my diet is appalling. I got a head and a foot massage in the morning for the road. Then we went to have lunch and to soak in some retail therapy. We were supposed to go pet some lions/tigers and visit some Swiss village or the fake Disneyland, but we were just too lazy to move. So all I got was a silk shawl that doubles as a top for going out in. We came back to Hong Kong for dinner and a movie. What ever you do DO NOT watch 10,000 BC. It is the worst movie I have wasted three hours of my life on.. at least it felt like three hours. Don't say I didn't warn you!
On a more interesting note, on the way to ShenZhen we saw news of riots in Malaysia. As I don't understand Cantonese, I couldn't tell where or why or when but it was definitely Malaysia as I saw the Polis uniforms and the PAS signs and the coconut trees. The Malaysian elections has been an interesting ride. There has been international criticism of how Malaysia suppresses human rights and how the elections are not fair. This election has shown the ruling party that they no longer have a 2/3 majority and that the people are looking for something else and are not satisfied with how things are at present. If all the Malaysians aboard could vote the results would have been even more dramatic. The coming weeks will prove to be difficult for them as they figure out how to go about things. I believe this is a brilliant opportunity for everyone to prove their worth. The BN to prove that they are still the best you can get, the opposition parties to prove otherwise. We will have a more balanced power share. Criticism can only make you stronger. If you are strong enough to take shit from others and defend what you stand for and convince them that you are right, then the people have nothing to lose. In the exchange of heated words, we must not lose sight of the purpose of the discussion and let pride get in the way of compromise. If all fails, we only need to wait another four years to resuffle the board.
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