Wednesday, January 30, 2008

The Office

Amidst my complaints I think I should weave in a few good things about what I have in Macao.

I have shown you my apartment a few entries ago, now I would like to share with you my other habitat, the office. I could not show you everything, but these are a few pictures of my cubicle and work station. I am seated at the far most corner of the office where I enjoy the privacy and view. I understand that my desk looks very bare, I guess I just do not have THAT much stuff yet to fill all of my storage spaces and need to place them on my desk yet. The PC and the phone are the essentials, but there is nothing to complain as I am generally working while listening to internet radio, sipping tea out of my humongous Starbucks Macao City Mug, and snacking away. Even though we have partitions, the glass still allow my workmates and I to communicate freely.

The chair is rather big and comfortable. Whenever I take breaks, I will just swing my chair around and I have full view of the skyline outside. I also enjoy sitting at the window taking a look eastwards to the park on the right. Everything feels and looks different from inside the office. The night view is spectacular too as I can see the light-up of the Macao Bridge from here. Being shelthered from whatever that bugs me outside, I feel like just a mere observer to the madness below, free from the annoyance that drives me nuts when I am out in the open heart of Macao.

Hmm having this much space and fun people sitting around me, how could I actually get anywork done?

Food Cravings

I am hungry. I am hungry for something tasty that I would really enjoy. Even though I am supposed to watch what I eat these days, I am craving for a big bowl of green salad with tomatoes and avocados, followed by a bowl of really rich and creamy soup, and maybe some nice German bread.

Please do not get me wrong, I do enjoy good Chinese food but I guess I miss having light lunches on the go like a sandwich. Man! What would I give just to have a decent sandwich right now. A simple ensemble from a regular deli or bakery, or from Subways. Mm mm.... I also miss pizza. I have been longing to have just a simple pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. Something from Dominoes would be close to perfect. The pizzas they have at Pizza Hut over here are not palatable to my taste.

And what would make my day but a good slice of dessert. Delicious cake that resembles a work of art is what I miss the most in my daily food. Ok, I will not be picky and would settle for a nice scoop of ice-cream. SIGH!!!

What has been described is close to impossible to find in Macao, and even if I do find them, they would cost a bomb! Whoever says that Macao is a "city" should really consider the food culture of a globalized world. From the above mentioned, they are mostly fast food and could be found anywhere in a decent city at a reasonable price.
ARRGH!!!! Someone please give me something that I would eat and enjoy!!!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

A Blast from the Past

My lil' sis uploaded some pictures on Facebook today. They were pictures from our childhood. Looking at them I can not help but think that we three (my siblings and I) have gone through a lot. These pictures sure reflect how time and circumstances has shaped us to who we have become today. Sitting back in my chair and scrutinizing each picture over a hot cup of tea, I wonder whether I had ever imagined myself to be where I am today.

The smiles my sisters and I shared then is definitely different from what is able to make us smile now. I was blown away by each memory that resurfaced. I guess people do change, and I hope that I did for the better. If you have the opportunity to look at those pictures, please do so. I assure you that you will find it amusing and discover stuff about me just by looking at them. Oh yes, there are some pictures with me with a short hair length. The classics are those with me looking like a mushroom.

Enjoy!

Monday, January 28, 2008

A Warm Smile to a Cold Day in Macao

Exactly a year ago, at this moment, I was just finishing lunch with Eugene, Hawaji-imam, Sunil, and Matthew at Gusto. I secretly popped into chapel translating Sang's and Eugene's graduation chapel and was welcomed at the end by very surprised but happy faces. There were a few faces that I could still remember vividly and those smiles are reflected in mine today. Sigh! Good times. This makes me miss Japan, TCU, and the guys more than ever.

*Sniff* It is ok, just another 6 months to go. In the meantime, I do hope that I will see them again. I will just have to be content in my memories and going through pictures of the good ol' times.

Friday, January 25, 2008

IDIOTS!!! Total idiots!

My complaints and dislike for this place might be solely based on the lack of consideration the people over here has for others. In my previous entries, various incidents has described what annoys me about the people over here. But then again, I can not hate the people but just loathe their actions that highly reflects lack of common sense and consideration for others.

I am not feeling too well this morning. Maybe the strawberries consumed last evening was not of the best condition, and coupled with the time of the month, it was extremely difficult to get up this morning. My mid-section hurt pretty badly and I was stuck in the bathroom for some time, and they were moments when I just had to lie down or curl up hugging my knees to ease the pain. I even thought that it was cold enough to finally pull out a sweater. I feel nauseated and dizzy. Yup, I am sick all right.

Anyways, I arrived at the foot of the office building and when I was just entering the elevator, the door closed and I was caught in between. The elevator had around 6-8 people in it. A rather well dressed lady was standing near the elevator control panel. She did nothing to hold the door. A man (foreigner) from the back of the elevator had to lurch in front to reopen the door. It was really nice of him, and did strengthen the comment I made to SA yesterday "There are gentlemen in Macao, but they are 99.9% a foreigner (Caucasian or South East Asian). There is hope for Macao." (Or may I have said it too soon?)

NOTE:
Common sense rules for being considerate:
It is only polite if you hold the elevator door (or any door open) for people who are entering if you are at the door or near the control panel. Even if you are not getting off the elevator soon, it is ideal to maneuver the elevator doors for the rest of the passengers. This reflects grace. There is nothing wrong to be the last person getting off the elevator.

Mind you, I have always try to put the money where my mouth is, and I do give credit for every gentlemen met. Even though Macao is going through a phase of improving itself, changing the mindset of the people will prove to be a huge challenge. If those who works in an office environment (with the assumption that they are educated enough to do so) fail to possess common sense and consideration for others, what more to the common laborers that generally populate the condense and developing areas of Macao? To the well-dressed and "seemingly educated" I would stoop low to actually say "Didn't you learn any manners?"

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Prayers and Offerings--Visible and Stimulating to the Senses

It must have been some auspicious day for prayers yesterday. On the bus to work in the morning, I saw a young lady in a bank uniform holding incense and prayer items for burning in front of a make shift altar of bread cartons waist high, with offerings placed on it, right in front of McDonald's. Intriguing. It was a pity I did not have a camera with me.

After my work out at the gym, I returned home. Once I stepped out of the elevator, it smelled of smoke and I could hardly see where I was going. Someone decided to burn offerings in the corridor, at the "auspicious" place of where the corridor breaks to the left and right wing. Idiots! (I know it is rude for it is the practise of their faith, but why in an apartment building's corridor with no air circulation? Someone would have easily mistaken it for a real fire and the smoke could be suffocating.) My freshly washed hair smelled of smoke in the 1 minute I was there moving from the elevator to letting myself into my apartment. Maybe I did express my irritation (although in English) noticeable to the owner of the home that did it (as we stepped out of the elevator together), I found the fire escape door next to my apartment left open this morning.

Interesting indeed, but I wonder, where's the common sense? I was from a heritage like such, but I guess I did not experience enough of it to understand. More to learn in my days in Macao to come.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

It Feels Like Work, Finally!

The sudden resuscitation of a project has caused a sudden surge of workload to fall on my lap. Man! I thought it was over. What in the world are they thinking? Well, it is my job, and thus I dutifully carry out what needs to be done. Fingers crossed that every party will be cooperative in it.

My current project has also gone sour with an unexpected pause to something we have hoped for. Back to square one, I guess.

Today, we had our usual weekly meeting but I was annoyed by a few incidents. For starters, I wish that Asians have some backbone in standing up to Westerners. Having a good command of the common tongue was a requirement for the job. Furthermore, if it is something to your concern, take it into account to voice out your opinion. Why do you choose to shut up and agree in resentment, or show no support, agreement, or opinion when someone who shares the same concern does stand up to speak? Could the command and common understanding the office lingua franca be the problem? Come on, you guys know much more about how this company works, and I know the issue concerns you too. If you have questions, ASK!

As for westerners, please give credit to those who actually has the courage to voice an opinion, carry out a discussion, and take on a debate even if their language skills are not close to your standard of perfection. Do not mock or dismiss us like we are the Asians who were stuck in the pre-enlightenment-brought-by-the-West-era. It is just rude.

Maybe I said too much, maybe I still have yet to understand fully how the system works; however, I am a person who learns by friction to totally grasp the idea and will be able to explain to others in a simple manner in the future. Well, I guess there is still a lot more for me to learn about the popular work culture of the day.

Monday, January 21, 2008

私は干物女?(Am I a 'himono-ona'?)

Am I wasting away my youth as a female? Shouldn't I be going on dates and wrap myself in the popular notion of love and romance? Please do not get me wrong, even though I have my agenda in going after my dreams, I am just like any other girl who would like to have someone, but I am not all out in throwing myself at every guy or jumping into every possibility. Going after guys is not really my priority. I just hope that some would be able to leave me alone if I choose to spend my free time relaxing at home, or doing something I like on my own (company welcomed, of course).

With my attitude towards the subject, I guess there will be a few out there who worry that I might turn into a 「干物女」 (himono-ona). This is a term made popular by the Japanese TV drama called ホタルのヒカリ(Hotaru no Hikari) which was released in Summer 2007. The literal translation to the word 「干物女」is a "dried fish/dried up woman." It defines a woman who finds everything troublesome and does things superficially with lack of care. In the series, the term describes women of their late 20s to 30s with the following characteristics:

1. Short and slow replies for phone emails/text messages.
2. Simple and easy meals are taken standing in the kitchen.
3. Puts on no make-up and has no plans during weekends and holidays.
4. Has the habit of saying of "It's troublesome" "Whatever (goes)" "Well, whatever/however one thinks fit (normally refers to something that it is done without much care or thought)"
5. Hair removal is only done during summer.
6. Have not been to a beauty parlour/hair dresser for more than 6 months.
7. Tip-toes into the house with shoes on when she forgets something (big no-no for Japanese culture).

Well, I admit I am guilty for few of the above, but in comparison to the heroine in the series, I think I am not THAT bad. I have my priorities, that's all. The focus of the word, however, relates to a young woman who just gave up or do not put effort in being a woman, preparing and exposing herself to falling in love. According to this added information, many would jump to concluding that I am a 「干物女」 then.

In my defense, I am just like any other girl. I do get love sick and long to have someone. Close friends know that I would like to marry young and settle down soon (without compromising on my goals and dreams). Nevertheless, I am just not too keen on going out with guys who would be a waste of my time. I am not THAT arrogant, but I do have a set of priorities when it comes to finding the right guy. I wish not to waste the resources of mine and others, or to hurt someone if after a long time it does not work out for either of us. I would only fall in love with someone who has the criteria/potential to be my husband and father to my children. I do make the effort to look good everyday, and give the extra mile when I have a date (important date). Knowing that I have a date and that a date went well is a total ego boost for me. At least I know that I am still a young woman and have my attraction(s).

There are those who know that I am have high expectations for my guy, all I can say is that this will be the guy who I will spend the rest of my life with, of course I get to be as picky as I wish. After all, I am not too bad myself, had my share of admirers, and had people's parents expressing how they hope that their sons would be able to have someone like me. Looking for love (extensively)? I am not THAT desperate, yet.

My Macao Complaints (2)

[WARNING: The contents of this entry might be disgusting by nature. Not recommended for reading in the time frame of an hour pre or post meal. It is going to be gross and a little too personal.]

Apart from air and water, whatever that is consumed by human beings will produce waste. Using the commode in Macao is not a wonderful experience (with exceptions if you are using one in the top few fanciest hotels or casinos like the Venetian, Wynn, MGM, and a few others). Although I consider the office one of my sanctuaries in Macao, but I am extremely put off when I have to use the bathroom facilities. Despite the nature of the building (the office is located in the top 3 most modern-non-casino/hotel buildings in the whole of Macao and houses government agencies), the basic needs of the users are below par standard. For a building of 23 stories, there are only 6 elevators to service all its users. We even have to stand in line on the ground floor every morning and lunch hour. The lines can be comparable to those at Disneyland.

Anyways, we are talking about the bathroom (a room containing a sink and toilet). Here, I admit that I am spoiled and am prejudiced against this place. The bathroom culture is just grotesque. Of all the countries I have been to and lived in, China ranks worst and Malaysia is not too far behind. No matter what you might say, Macao is still China to me. I have to carry two items with me whenever I need to 'go,' a key to the door of the ladies' bathroom and my own toilet paper. (Yes! What in the world?!! It is an office building that is modern and houses government agencies!) Although it is considered a public toilet to be shared by all companies on the same floor and their users, the lock is to prevent unwanted users and toilet paper and/or cardboard box thieves. You have to provide your own soap and paper towels to dry your hands, as none of them are provided. Thank your lucky stars if there is toilet paper supply if you forgot to bring your own.

Despite being locked, one can smell the place 5 meters away. Visiting the loo is never a pleasant experience. Whenever I approach a stall, I need to keep my eyes peeled just to ensure that I will be relieving myself in the most hygienic manner possible. This is where I really do not understand how the toilet is being used.

1. The toilet seat is up. It is a female bathroom. Why would the seat be up? It is maybe due to...

2. People use a western style toilet the Asian way. The tell-tale markings on the toilet seat justifies my speculations. Some even use it like such with the toilet seat down! Why can't people be civilized enough to use the toilet the right way, and/or the bathrooms build should accommodate both.

3. There is an OPEN waste paper basket next to the toilet. I think it is gross enough if it was used to dispose one's used sanitary napkins (even though it was properly wrapped), but it is also used to dispose used toilet paper once someone is done with their business (whatever business under whatever condition) and exposed used sanitary napkins. Appalling! It is extremely unhygienic. (I understand that there are some other countries and cultures that might have the same practices, but eww... gross! Don't they know that germs and bacteria spread easily, not to forget the smell? They should use a bin with a cover at least!)

Well, maybe people feel comfortable using the toilet like such. I was told that the toilet paper use was practise like such in order to avoid the toilet from getting clogged. (What in the world? Toilet papers should disintegrate with large amount of water.) And using a western style toilet by squatting on it??? Well, that explains why I had a regular supermarket available plastic toilet seat in my 4-star hotel bathroom. The hotel authorities might have thought that it was too expensive replacing the proper toilet seats of their luxurious bathrooms whenever guests (from you know where) stay with them. For economical purposes, it does not matter whether they match or fit the toilet by size.

Mind you, what I have describe thus far is a bathroom from a supposedly decent building. The nightmare is multiplied by, at least, 10 at other places. I would rather hold till I go to a place where I know there are bearable bathroom facilities. And if I REALLY have to go, I would have wipe down the toilet seat (possibly sterilize it with some bacteria killer I carry around with me [I should invest in one of that]), then line the seat with toilet paper (since they do not have paper toilet seat covers here), do my business, and flush everything away, making sure that I thoroughly wash my hands after. I know "Spare me the details!" right? But hey, now, if ever you have the encounter to wait for me when I have to go, I have been blessed with a rather healthy "digestion and disposal" system, and I am not stuck in the bathroom due to complications linked to defecation, but I am spending way time ensuring that the toilet bearable to use and syphilis free! (Yeah, I know... too much information, right? But hey, don't say I did not warn you when you have to go in a country with facilities like such!)

Apart from the aforementioned, do enjoy your experience at a Macao bathroom with long queues, people cutting in line, women talking really loud, and leaving a mess when they are done.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

The Bunny Burrow (My Macao Apartment)

Although temporary and has loads of room for improvement, I am glad that I have a place of my own at this point of my life. Ladies and gentlemen, we have visual. This is my apartment, the before and after shots of the place. (Left:before. Right: after)
Walking through the threshold to my apartment, you will just see a "corridor" that exits to the kitchen on your right, through the dining and living area, the bathroom on your right, and then to the bedrooms. I guess this entrance is not too bad as it allows good air circulation when I leave all the doors and windows open. I would also enjoy some privacy as neighbors will not have the full view of everything in my apartment if I leave the door open.


Allow me to go through with you the rooms according to what I have mentioned above.


The Kitchen. As you see, it was rather pathetic. There was a glass shelf that was broken in areas. I decided that it had to go when I knocked my head against it. And the missing cabinet door under the sink which was mentioned in my previous blog about the contractor. The joke the worker made was "Why is the door missing? Did you steal it?" (Come on!) "You must be kidding. My taste is not THAT bad!" I replied in Cantonese. It took me some effort but my humble kitchen looks ok. I had teases for what I did to cover the exterior extensions of the ventilator/cooking hub. I thought it looked much better than the exposed one. The bamboo blinds on the left leads to the miniature washing area where the washing machine is placed.


Living and Dining.There is nothing much I can do about the view, as it looks right at the laundry area/living space of the apartment on the next block, but I do admit that it is rather spacious. Sticking your head out facing left, you would see the main street. Since I live on the 6th floor, I am able to hear the traffic and it gets a little too dusty if I leave the windows open all the time. Simplicity is the theme, and somehow I liked simple and dark colored furniture in contrast to the pale walls. Black and red complimented each other beautifully, and I love it. I still have enough space to section off the area near the windows for a smaller room, or try placing more furniture, but... I think it would be more economical to leave it just as it is for 'Twister' space when BY comes over. I am still waiting for my IKEA accessories of a throw or two, some baskets, more candles, and a red rug.











Bathroom. Well, pink plastic toilet seat. Go figure. Although unseen. I have cream colored rugs on the floor, and I am waiting for my IKEA order in which I will place another big black rug at the washing area. Trying to keep the place dry and fuzzy, while hiding the bits that are an eyesore to me.






My Bedroom. I love the beddings and the Chrsitmas feel to it. Placing the bed where the window is gives a nice look to it when I have the curtains drawn, but it is getting rather cold in the night. The view again is nothing much. It faces the parking lot and the other 2 blocks of apartments in this complex. There is a miniture garden in the airwell right in the middle of the complex. Again, due to being on the 6th floor, I do hear kids playing and parents or older folk yelling for them. Thank goodness I have rather nice curtains to shut out things I wish not see. The drapes are really nice for all of the windows.


The Closet Room. I place my clothes, accessories, and shoes here. Nothing else. A few have asked why I did not choose to sleep in this room. "I hate how the closet looks." The landlord had it painted white after I mentioned that it needs to be fixed. I knew that it was going to be painted and avoiding the smell when it was getting done, it was better that I slept in the other room. Even though it is equipped with closets and all, I still do not like it that much to place my bed there.


So, now you have had the grand tour, when will you visit? If you call me a friend, whenever you are in Macao, I insist that you come stay with me. There is lots of space and I am always happy to receive guests. Come on over!

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Another Annoying Weekend? Not if I Can Help It.

Everyday I try to learn something new. Almost everyday I am further amazed by the people culture that surrounds me. This week I am exposed to the "professionalism" of this place.

I do give credit to people who continuously try to better themselves. I ordered some items from an IKEA vendor last week and by the end of our correspondence, he was sure that I will be able to collect my stuff on Friday. I made the trip to their office at the designated day, but left empty handed as the stock did arrive but was not ready for collection. Well, giving the benefit of doubt, I would say that my assumption that a vendor for a well known consumer brand was overestimated, and I should have called before hand.

Then, this morning, I had another episode with the contractor. His worker was a good man; friendly and cheerful. The appointment made with him to complete whatever needs to be done was at 9:30 this morning. After only 4 hours of sleep due to the restless night before, I got up and started preparing myself for the day, 10 minutes before the scheduled time. As I waited for them, I just started doing my weekly cleaning and prepared for the small home party I will be throwing for my workmates this evening. The worker arrived around 11, and the contractor/foreman was nowhere to be seen until about 12:30! The worker said that he arrived first to check whether I was at home. (Imagine that!) At some point after the worker arrived (maybe 30-45 minutes), a phone call came the worker started busying himself with getting stuff from downstairs, and finally, he was the only one who started working. The foreman waltz in with a pane of glass, made some comments to the worker and is nowhere to be seen until the whole job was done. GREAT! Well, at least they are done and I hope there are no more of such episodes with them in the future.

Let us not talk about them anymore as I really do not want my weekend to be spoiled or give them too much lime light for my dinner conversation tonight. I would rather speak of something of a more uplifting spirit. I wish to use this opportunity to give credit to my friends who have outdone themselves of late. I am nothing but happy and proud of them, and continue to wish them the best.

Of my graduation class, one is living his dreams and happily married, and 2 more will be wed this year to wonderful people God blessed them with. My seniors are doing fantabulous too with presenting papers at universities, pursuing their masters degree, and another having the success of his work featured on CNN. Buddies back home are on the road filled with adventure in becoming pilots and flight attendants. The good news seem to never end. I have also found out that a person who I believe would have a better relationship as friends has finally received a promotion, pay raise, and a recognition that fits her work. Be it material successes or personal glory and gratification, cheers to you! I am beaming for you.

I reckon many of you worry for me about my stresses; however, let me assure you that I have enough wonderful memories in this little head of mine that keeps me smiling to myself, even at the most peculiar moment. I guess that is love and joy that comes truly from within, something that I will be invincible to the lousiest situation.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

My Macao Complaints (1)

Macao, Macao... Why do I dislike this place? Allow me to start from the basic.

Forsaking all the luxuries of life, we find our necessities in the air we breathe and the water we drink. I have an extremely sensitive nose due to my sinus(es) and I need fresh air whenever and wherever I can get it. Sad to say I doubt that anyone could actually find fresh air over here. There are hardly any significant patches of green that can absorb the industrial pollution from China. There are hardly any clear days. AO mentioned absolute clarity and visibility only occurs 5 to 6 times a year. Since buses and taxis are the main form of public transport over here, the level of carbon monoxide is terrible. The road stinks day and night from the exhaust fumes. I have trained myself to breathe only when necessary whenever I venture outdoors. There is nothing pleasant about the sea air as it reeks of a polluted dock. CL commented about my gym routine, concerned that I might be bored staying inside with the machines. "I would die if I exercise outside. The air will literally kill me." I have prepared myself with masks. The air is much better indoors; thus, I spend most of my time at the office, my apartment, and the gym.

Drinkable water is another important factor to make a place habitable. I tried boiling water during my stay at the hotel during my first week here. I tried again not long after I moved into my current apartment. Barely consumable, the water was nasty! I remembered the hard water I had in London, and the muddy/fishy taste like water from Shanghai, the water here was just as bad. SA mentioned that it is not too bad. There are seasons when the tap water will be extremely salty. (What?) I guess I will stick to bottled water. Yes, I have to pay for drinkable water.

Public sanitary and hygiene over here is rather sad too. Even though Macao is not considered as a third world country anymore, but the cleanliness here share the same standards with countries which names compared with would be an insult to them. I do give credit to the city for they have cleaners trying to keep visible filth away. However, I have discovered that public trash cans, dried up fountains, and vessels of any sort are used in various ways. For those who think they have some decency would actually use them to dispose their trash, cigarette butts, and (here comes) their loogers (a.k.a. SPIT)!

People spit everywhere. Seriously, people spit A LOT over here. I would say they lack manners. social etiquette and hygiene but that is what they do. Just taking a brief walk on a street, within 30 seconds you would see someone spitting. And it is done everywhere, even the more modern part of Macao. It grosses me out to see patches of "stuff" along the street; however, what absolutely disgusts me is the sound people make just before they spit. "Khhhhhaaaaaackt-ptooi!!!" Men, women, boys, and even girls do it. It is like they have to clear their throat, nose, and whatever that joins them with all their might before the grand action of spitting. GROSS!!! I know there are people of other cultures who spit, but I definitely do not recall cowboys or baseball players giving an audible introduction before the send one out of their mouth.

Well, maybe it is the polluted air that lodges residue in the throat and could not be flushed down by drinking fluids... Apart from that, I simply do not understand.

Macao Month Milestone (Yep... it has been a month)

Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."- Matthew 22:37-39

Today marks a month since the day I left Japan and set foot in Macao. Ever since the beginning I have found it difficult to like the place. The environment is not the only thing that bothers me, I have a strong dislike for the people too. However, I was reminded at church on Sunday of the commandments that my faith rests upon. It is not about me, but loving God and obeying His commandments. God created everything and it was good. Macao is a part of His creation too. But when man has fallen to sin, the consequences led to the corruption of everything perfect and good. Macao could have been beautiful in history, but it was the fallen nature of men that ruined it all. And when I am called to love God, it includes everything He created and hold close to His heart. This covers Macao, China, and the people who I find difficult to cope with over here. I am to love all these with my heart, mind, soul, and strength. Strength is included as it is not an easy task, and to love something one may not like is tiring to all aspects of the human capacity. But yet, I strive, and will continue to do so.

I am a person who tends to over exercises my mind in thinking things out. I wish to understand for it gives meaning to the situation at hand, and I will find it easier to respect and love, even though I might not agree or like it. I often see myself coming up with the most possible explanation according to logic and practicality in finding the essence of the "why." I get upset when the answer that lies behind the question is totally illogical, incomprehensible, and yet, people still abide to such thoughts and practices to their detriment. (Maybe I am looking too much for the ideal, and often think that if I could come up with an argument like such, there should be others out there who sees it too.)

Many would say "You just need to adapt, or get used to it." "It is just coping with the grey aspects of culture and environmental differences." "It is not wrong, just different." Could that be the final say to it? Maybe, only if I can figure out the logic to it, such actions might be considered acceptable but I do not think I would actually adapt, assimilate, and embrace certain practices of Macao as my own. I have tasted honey and I choose not to use sugar anymore if I can help it.

With this, let the criticism begin. (Note: I am criticizing life in Macao because I believe there is good among all the bad I see. Let it be a journey of learning and understanding as I scrutinize every aspect in order to be fair.)

Crazy Macao Climate

The after a week and a half of summer heat, the weather took a change and plunged to the low of 10C. I was absentminded again and forgot my tights when I packed for the gym yesterday. It was not too bad as I stayed indoors all day, but it was rather nippy when I was out for dinner with AO and NC, walking to restaurants in my heels and wearing my summer skirt without any socks or stockings. It was nice as I could totally complain about what I do not like about this place. AO just laughed and NC said that I was bitter about the place. Yes, my prejudices against Macao. I do not deny it. Dinner, however, was wonderful. We had Portuguese near the Senado Square and shared wine and many appetizers. The conversation was heart warming and we did have a great time. I totally forgot that I was in Macao and thought that it was an evening in Tokyo, interrupted only when a young Chinese waiter introducing each dish he brought to the table in Cantonese.

The wine put me to sleep instantly once I crossed the threshold of my apartment, and I could not get up for my work out routine this morning. Hmm, including today, I have not been to the gym for a proper work out for 4 days. What more, I have been snacking loads of chocolates at my cubicle, had past 10pm snacks of chips and chocolates, a huge pizza lunch, and that dinner last night. Ooh, the calories need to be burnt. It was cold this morning and I guess the cold would help burn some calories as my choice of clothes today was not the warmest for the day. I have my jacket on indoors as I only had a turtleneck on. SA asked whether I was cold for I certainly was not dressed for the day. The only thing warm on me was the beanie I wore. "I thought it was cold enough to use this in Macao today." Well, I guess I am able to enjoy my winter fashion and clothing here on cold days like today. I wonder whether we will have more days like such?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Bah to you... The lack of exposure, uncivilized and uneducated!

People often claim that they are misunderstood. I am no exception to that. I admit that my first impression is often one that reflects little of who I truly am. Many have who are now close friends would often recall their first impression of me as a "prim and proper princess, fashionable, well-dressed, and carries herself in a way depicting that she is from a well-to-do background, and from the way she talks (if she does open her mouth on the first occasion being friendly) arrogant and seemingly knows a little too much." Maybe I am like such. I can not control what people think of me, but could only hope that by getting to know me, they would come to see that I am like I am, unpredictable to the common thought and experience.

I was out for lunch with a new found friend on Sunday at a decent Portuguese restaurant (The deco, table settings, and service was decent enough to classify this place as a restaurant in contrast to a coffee shop). He is a westerner/Caucasian, mid to late 30s, and many would consider not the best looking guy around. All that did not matter to me. I just wanted to hang out with English speakers with a compatible mindset and philosophy, being able to cope with this bunny just as she is. I was dressed up like usual and was behaving totally like myself in expressions and words. I received compliments from my lunch counterpart and we did have a good time. Until...

There was this table of Chinese sitting not too far away from us. They were loud and I could not help but notice them eyeing towards our table. At some point, I overheard someone from their party (they were that loud) said in Cantonese, "...mainland Chinese girls with foreigners... she could be... she speaks English... " Sparing you the details of what was being said and getting straight to the point, I was considered as a mainland Chinese prostitute who is only interested in foreigners for sex and money.

Wow! That was incredible. The only people who could speak fluent Cantonese and make such comments would either be a local Macanese, Chinese, someone from Hong Kong or some south east Asian country that has Chinese influence and heritage (I am mentioning these groups of people for I know people in such context who thinks likewise). The context of their allegation was shallow and rude, and I wondered how educated these people are. Giving the benefit of the doubt, I started on a self check. My attire for the day was decent as I was at church in the morning, and I did dress like such before hanging out with my friends who a few gave me an approving nod that I look nice. I was totally myself and did not even try to flirt with the guy I was with. So, what gave them that thought? Friends, do I actually (or ever) look like a whore trying to get a cheap fix with a foreigner?

Am I being stereotyped like such simply because I have very east Asian features? Are people who look like me not allowed to have a good time with someone who does not share my ethnicity on the basis that we enjoy each other's personality and are able to share a good decent conversation? I am just appalled. Like mentioned in the beginning, I can not control what people thinks of me, but I am astonished that the locals, or Chinese who were exposed to a foreign mindset through the colonization of the English and Portuguese, and even those from my home country, city folks with a possible western education could actually think like such. All I can be is upset (for now) but it is not my fault for I did nothing wrong. What I can do is truly not care what others think of me for they are in no position to judge, or for me to judge them. I just pray that we all could be enlightened and share the love of God.

I guess my Asian roots still have a strong hold on me as I do care about what the immediate community thinks of me, and I try to abide by the social rules only because I wish to love and respect others around me. However, if I do bend to conform to an issue like the above, does it mean that I would never find a possible love in someone of a different ethnicity? I am blessed with friends from all over the world, and I have been told that with my strength, personality, philosophy and mentality, I am better off sharing the rest of my life with some one who would love me for who I am, embracing my uniqueness which is highly compatible with a westerner/Caucasian. I can not change how I look (I am not talking about the way I dress but the fact that my facial features do reflect that I am someone who looks very Asian). Should I opt for being very plain then, or start looking like someone who has only been exposed to a western background? I refuse to conform. If I do, I will not be the bunny that people know and love me as.

Thus, to you rude and shallow people out there... BITE ME! KISS MY A**!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Absolutely Annoying Weekend

My weekend sucked. Before I move on to my list of annoyance, I will say that there was some happy moments when I got my plant, felt very much relaxed at my apartment, had a major ego boost during Sunday's lunch, and after that, it was just and endless plunge into the deep abyss of hell.

1. My Absentmindedness.

I was excited as my self addressed parcel from Japan finally arrived. All I needed to do was pick it up at the central post office by bringing the slip left at the office by the mail man. I had it pinned at eye-level at my desk all week. I stuck Post It notes on it to remind me of the errands I needed to run on Saturday. When I was on the bus going home on Friday, I had forgotten about it and left it still stuck at my cubicle. Since I was tired, I decided to collect it the next day before heading to the post office on the other side of the peninsular. (Extra travelling incurred.)

On Saturday, I made a trip to the office and then, to the central post office. While I was on the bus, "Oh man! I forgot my passport! ... Well, I do have some I.D. (Malaysian identity card, Japanese Student I.D., Macao gym card) Hopefully they will work." At the parcel center, I was told that only a blue card (Macao government issued I.D) or my passport would suffice. I had to return another day. (Fruitless visit and extra travelling incurred.)


2. Service Standards.

At the post office, I wanted to know the prices of sending mail in regular air mail and express mail to countries that I have associations with. I asked the staff at the small packages counter (as I was there first), who said he did not know and pointed me to the regular mail counter. I was over there and when told the days needed for my mail to arrive. I then asked how much would it cost to mail a similar package via express mail and was pointed to the express mail counter at the adjacent wing. (Great. Don't they have a general information list in hand?) I was at the express mail counter and had to wait for 5 minutes because the person was speaking on the phone (while working). She was rather impolite to me after she was done with the call, and when I addressed my questions to her, she was curt and a little TOO direct. When I asked the difference in the price of regular mail, I was pointed back to the counter I was at before. (Wonderful, is it not?) I really wonder how friendly and helpful people are in this place. Mind you, these are people who holds white-collared jobs. I am very excited about Macao customer service and service standards now.


3. The Landlord and the Contractor.

They came, they messed up my apartment, and totally ruined my weekend.

After 3 weeks of living in my current apartment, the landlord suddenly resurfaced, to which I am thankful for what needs to be fixed in my apartment can finally get the attention now. An appointment was made for 4 on Saturday, but the landlord and his contractor only came close to 30 minutes later. (Yup, punctuality is unheard of here.) I had a list prepared and walked it through with the landlord. I would give him brownie points for trying to be nice to me in asking the contractor to complete what needs to be done as soon as possible, but my expectation for him being a cheap scrooge was not let down. He wanted everything to be nicely fixed and done for me, but is not willing to spend the extra money to do so. Thus, I would have my apartment fixed up in addition to the filthy second-hand washing machine and fridge he got me. (This was a negotiation which further reflected how cheap he was, as he first said that basic furnishings could be included in the initial rent, but decided to raise the rent later, and yet getting me lousy second hand goods.) I can go on and on about it, but this is not really about him.

Since the first day I moved in, there was a drainage problem in the washing area. A pool of water took several days to dry itself out. Telling the contractor the problem, he decided to try it out, and even tried to flush the pipeline, in which it only caused my entire washing area to be flooded. He then proceeded to use my brooms (without asking) to unclog the drain by ramming the handle into the unknown. (What a good way to season a new broom.) When he was finally content that the drain is permanently clogged and leaving both the washing area and kitchen in a mess, he figured that we should just use another drainage hole instead, in which he suggested to extend a pipe into my kitchen. (That would look aesthetic.) When what he suggested was carried out on Sunday, he did have a heart to dry up the flood he made but emptied all the water, sand, grime, and dirt into my kitchen sink! I was fortunate to see the kitchen sink clogged and caught a hold of the contractors as they were still waiting for the elevator. He then told me that all I needed to do was to flush the sink down with more water and use a plunger. (Well, it would not have been stuck in the first place if you did not empty water with gunk in it in the first place.)

There is more to how the contractor and his worker annoyed me and I will walk you through it. After telling me that they can miraculously make my life better after a day's job, they scheduled a time on Sunday to get the job done. I had plans, but though it was important to get my apartment done when I am not at work. He mentioned that he will be here around 2:00-2:30pm (Yes, he was too Chinese to give a specific time). On Sunday, his worker arrived first at 2:40 and was left alone in the apartment with me. He tried to make conversation and after a dose of church in the morning, I decided to be nice and responded. It was not the best conversations I had as it was shallow and there were some cheap allegations regarding me that was meant to be a joke (NOT FUNNY). He even tried to hit on me and asked for my phone number! Anyways, guess what time did the contractor waltz in? He arrived around 3:50, without a word of apology!

So, the began work and when they were done, they made a huge mess of the place. There was paint marks in the closet room, and foot prints from there leading out of my apartment into the corridor that was a war zone with paint scrapings everywhere, even into the neighbor's apartment. I also heard the contractor telling his worker that he need not be such a nice guy, just finish the job by making it look bearable and coat it with just a thin coat of paint. (Hurrah for the Chinese! They are great at saving cost! [Note the heavy sarcasm]) It was pretty obvious that a mess was made and they tried to clean the place up by mopping the floor with water from the toilet. (Well, it might be common to some, but I grew up living in a house where we used no shoes indoors, and thus walking bare-foot, sitting, or lying on a floor mopped with toilet water is absolutely gross. Imagine telling a Japanese that you mopped their floors with toilet water.) The worker did a rather hurried job and claimed that it was so clean that I need not clean the floors again. Lest he knew that his lame attempt in cleaning left the place a horror as when the floor dried up, the floor was white with water marks mixed with paint and dust! I had to hand wipe the entire floor again after they left. I heard the neighbors gasping to their horror when they came home and I had to apologize profusely.

4. The Substandard Life in Macao

I wonder whether I would be able to find something that is truly value for money over here. Does everything good or of decent quality come in an expensive price? From my description of the contractor experience, it is still rather difficult to gauge the "wit" of the Chinese. I really wonder what would the Beijing Olympics be like.

A cooking hub/ventilation hood is needed in every Chinese kitchen since the cuisine is a heavy frying one. The common model seems to be practical, but with installation and the exposure of the extended shaft that links to the central ventilation of the building looks awful and substandard. Above that, it needs to be fixed exactly at an angle and height for it to have the best performance. I obediently followed the advice of the guy who came to install my unit. But remember the smell problem that I had? Well, while the contractor was working in the kitchen, it started to become really smoky. It was by coincidence that I was checking on the contractor when I started to see smoke coming out of the suction valves on my cooking hub! GREAT! (I included the picture for visual aid. This is not my apartment nor kitchen.)

The contractor started his discourse about how lousy my brand new cooking hub was, and rambled on about how the situation was inevitable since I live on the 6th floor, that ventilation and suction is weak. (Yep, what a guy... He sure knows how to make a girl feel great.) So now, I guess all I can do to rectify the problem is to keep my kitchen door that opens outdoors open, turn on the ventilator whenever it is nearing cooking time for my neighbors, and keep the door to the rest of my apartment closed.


5. The People Profile

Again with the experiences mentioned above, I am starting to wonder about the people over here. I was given suggestions that I should be as curt, direct, loud, and even rude, if I want to get things done over here. Hmm, could that be the reason why I simply dislike speaking Cantonese? Are the people over here like animals that needs to be tamed, whipped, and yelled at for stuff to be done according to a normal human standard? Is it useless and even stupid for me to be polite or asking for assistance nicely? Seems like I would be taken advantage of and be deemed stupid. Should I truly adapt and assimilate into the local culture just to fit in? That is not the whole story of people profiling over here. There was an incident over the weekend that just blew my top. Stay tuned.

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And if you think that these are my dislikes and complaint about Macao, wait till you read what is coming up. My thoughts about this place has yet to change. Even though there were a handful of encounters that might have planted a microscopic chance of me liking Macao, there are too many bads that I am unable to focus on the good, and could understand why people conceived and carried out actions of genocide. I HATE THIS PLACE.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Foggy (?) Friday

Incredible! We are experiencing summer weather today, right in the middle of winter??! It feels like 24 degrees Celsius out there with a high humidity, not to mention that the visibility rate is pathetic. The usual haze? Or could it actually be foggy in such warm conditions?

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Arrgh! I am experiencing a writer's block. There is so much in my mind but I can not write it out. 75% would be what I dislike about this place but I am leaving that for a later date. And the other's are a whines and concerns to which I am trying to argue it out in my head. I guess I should stop before I hurt myself. Putting what I have written thus far aside for another day, I will just leave you with this new game I got addicted to today.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

My [Current] Best Friend

My baby sis used to tease me when I was back in Malaysia that I spend a lot of time with my best friend everyday after work, the TV. I have a new best friend here in Macao. We just got acquainted on Monday. Since then, I have been returning home and spending 2 to 4 hours with the idiot box in my living room.

I am a movie buff, and I acquire most of my language skills and information input from the broadcasting media. With my new TV, I am able to receive up to 69 free channels with a few repeating themselves. However, close to 95 percent of them are in Chinese. Most of them will be in Mandarin, maybe 3-5 in Cantonese, and a few in Hokkien, Taiwanese, and other Chinese dialects. I have only 3 channels that suit my palate: TVB Pearl, ATV World, and "Hollywood," a channel that shows really old Hollywood movies.

My expectations for the local TV were rather low; in fact, I just got the TV for entertaining my guests (if they come). I am content with my PC but I think I am spending a little too much time in front of it. I think almost 80% of my hours awake are spent in front of one. I was planning to get a DVD player and start watching box sets to maintain my English and Japanese. But, I was rather surprised to find that they do show a rather good selection of series on TVB Pearl and ATV. ATV covers most British of Discovery Travel and Living programs, whereas TVB Pearl airs some of my favorite series like Heroes, House, CSI. ER, Lost, Monk, and others (even though they are in the earlier seasons). I have no complaints. But for me to enjoy these shows, I have to stay up late. This might not be a good idea since I have to be at work the next day, as experienced last night staying up watching House till around 1am. I am so sleepy and tired right now. (Yawn!)

One day left to the end of the work week. I look forward to the long weekend. Even though I am here in Macao, I will be following the Japanese calender and enjoying a day off on Monday for Coming of Age Day.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

I Will Get You... Each and Everyone of You!


毎日のちいさなしあわせを 大切にしようね・・・
I see myself smiling to myself thinking about the conversations we had.
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"DIE! DIE you roaches!!!" I am grossed out by these creepers. Even though I try to keep my apartment spotless, these creatures were found running around my kitchen. Eew! They must go! I bought some roach traps on Monday and place 4 in the kitchen. I was pleased to see that there were none in sight last night apart from one which was over turned, dead, at the foot of the fridge. However, I did spot one on the shower curtain as I did my laundry last night. We need a trap for the bathroom too. Grr... I hope the roach situation will not turn out to be like "Joe's Apartment."

I almost did not want to get up, or go to work this morning. I was too lazy to board the bus, head to the gym and for work. Let me sleep. I wonder whether I should I chosen Option 1 during my apartment search instead? It would just be 2 minutes walk to the gym and 10 minutes away by foot to the office. There will be no need for me to take the bus and go through encounters that cringe me morning and evening.

... maybe not. Even though I am going to enjoy not having to take the public transport, I guess living in my current area still fares better as it is much more convenient for shopping and food. And, I will be interacting more with the local living culture being able to visit their street market and local coffee shops at a more reasonable price. Anyways, I might have chosen Option 1 if the apartment was higher than the 20th floor; otherwise, I reckon the street pollution would be worse than my current place and easily access by roaches too.

Well, since I missed my work out this morning and just had time to sit in the sauna for a while, I will head back to the gym for some "machine time" this evening. I have 2 months to prepare for the big event.

Pictures of My Trip to Hong Kong

Please find the slide show to pictures of my trip to Hong Kong with SS and EC at the left of this page. I will leave it here for sometime. If you find difficulties viewing them, please check them out on my Picasa page. You will find more details to the pictures in the captions I inserted.

Thank you, SS for taking tonnes of pictures. I really REALLY appreciate it.

I had no idea that we had taken THAT many photos. I have selected my stack of pictures from her pile. There are some good ones and some you may use to blackmail me in the future. There are also some where I find myself looking so alike my mom. (Shivers...) Enjoy!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Missing Japan

I was browsing through a Japanese magazine this morning during my workout. Oh, how I miss Japan. (Well, I am not going to start on my complaints about this place, yet, but I really do miss Japan.)

Looking at the pictures, I really feel like having お鍋 (onabe) now, especially some キムチ鍋 (kimchi-nabe). I also crave for some すき焼き(sukiyaki) and しゃぶしゃぶ (syabu-syabu). Mmm, thinking about it just makes my mouth water. Whenever I am hungry these days, I just feel like heading out to the convenient store for some 焼きそば (yaki-soba) or お好み焼き (okonomiyaki), but hey, this is not Japan; thus, I choose to skip my meal instead.

Even though there is a Daiso here and I should cut back on my snacks, but I sure do miss my favorite snacks. So, people who miss me in Japan and would love to send me a love package, please do not forget my favorite 明治 トッポ (Meiji Toppo), 明治 PUCCA (Meiji Pucca), and 明治 クアラのマーチ (the chocolate filled biscuits with koala printed on it. I love all the flavors they have). Also, I would not mind to have some instant たらこ (tarako) pasta topping/sauce, in fact, instant sauces and soups of all flavors. (Even though they are instant food and some might wonder my MSG intake; however, let me assure you that Japan has a stricter code for food and thus it is not THAT bad for health.)

Sigh! Well, I will just snack on my chocolates I received over Christmas for now and think of all the possible winter goodies I miss.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Back to Work

Not bad, Bunny. I find myself impressed at what I did this morning. I got up around 6:45 and was at the bus stop slightly before 7:30. (Well, I could not sleep and did not sleep well at all. Was it because I was just too excited that work resumes today? Yeah right. It was most probably because I had been staying up late for the past few nights that my body went into autopilot.) I had a full 45 minute work out at the gym burning possibly 500 calories, and enjoyed a long hot shower after.

Things seem to be heading towards a slow start at the office this morning. I have tonnes of work to catch up on but just do not know where to start. Looking at my calendar, events seem to weave themselves in. I am excited for each of them but I seriously need to be wise with my earnings. I might just barely make it for the first two months here. I felt like pizza for dinner last night and was shocked at the prices at pizza hut. Man! It was ridiculously expensive.

Well, enough of my whining, time to get back to work and earn that commission!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

End of the Holidays

Time passes when you least expect it. It has been 20 days since I left Japan. With a blink of an eye, Christmas and New Year's have gone by and I will be starting work after my winter break here in Macao. By now, most of the Christmas decorations have been taken down and street vendors prepare for the Chinese/Lunar New Year in February. As for me, I reckon my Christmas cards and poinsettia will be a permanent part of my apartment. Now, I have all my furniture delivered and the place do not look bad at all. What lacks is a TV to grace the living room and another potted plant or two.

I might slip into depression but I guess taking a walk out side (despite the haze and carbon monoxide) would do me some good. I have a good reason for retail therapy as there are still many things this apartment lacks. With the limited amount of cash I have left on me, I walked to Daiso (100yen store in Japan but most merchandise are sold at MOP10 here) and got myself some cute tableware. It felt good after returning to my apartment and setting up the table. With a little more stuff, my apartment feels less "show-room-like."

SA took me to Daiso yesterday. Seriously, one could reach anywhere by foot if they choose to brave the streets of Macao (to which I will not complain as I am giving myself a full month before ranting how much I hate this place. I need time to get to know this place before passing any comments in order to be fair.). Believe it or not, I could walk to China via the ZuHai boarder which is only less than 15 minutes away. SA mentioned that there is an underground shopping place right across the boarder but I need to be really good in bargaining; otherwise considered extremely stupid to pay the shop keepers for the displayed price. Another adventure coming? Let's see. I need to get over the shock of living here first.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Come on... You have got to be kidding me!

The trio who visited Hong Kong last week was surprised to find people slim and lanky in the city popular known for its good food. The population has a wide spread of local food within a stone's throw and seem to be eating even until 4 in the morning. Having eaten some of the local cuisine which is rather similar to Macao, I would say that these people love their pork. (Well, I guess with the avian flu on the rampage some time back, people still have their reservations in their choice of poultry.) Nevertheless, with the amount of food available to the Hong Kong and Macao people, it is a wonder that all of them are not fat, and for the young female, stick thin.

I have the privilege to join a gym where I try to go there as often as possible. I thought that most of the young females would be here to maintain their figure in lieu of their food intake, but that was not the case. I have only seen a handful of young women in the gym whereas the majority who flock in the changing rooms are plump ladies from their 40's onwards. I have seen them whaling around in front of the sauna area and it was not a pretty sight.

So, how do the young females manage to stay thin? I am often in wonder as I look at these girls around me. Well, to my knowledge, some of them are really picky with what they eat, or consume only a small portion of food. But I do believe that education in every form do effect a person's behavior. The mass media has generally brainwashed the public about being thin means beautiful. What surprises me most is when a parent tells their kid to stop eating because she might become fat. I encountered this when I was on the bus the other day. Come on, that girl is no where near plump or chubby. In fact, I would like her to have a little more flesh on her tiny frame.

As for myself, I do share the same position as 95% of the women population of the world who is not satisfied with the way they look. However, I would not go to the extreme to starve myself in order to fulfill the popular definition of being pretty. I fear to get on the scale, but I know exactly which part of my body I would like reduced and toned. With the right diet and regular exercise regime, I think I could be easily satisfied. In the meantime, I will just focus on maintaining what I like about myself and work on vanishing those chubby bits.

Friday, January 4, 2008

A Survey/Questionaire about the Bunny

I am bored. Instead of complaining about my life right now, I thought of putting my time into a post for you to know me better. 50 questions and answers about the bunny and nothing but the truth.

1. What color are your eyes?
Dark brown (same as original hair color, not exactly black)

2. Do you love your life?
I have my complaints but I am thankful for every bit of it. It is uniquely and completely mine.

3. What is one thing you question?
The why and purpose to everything.

4. Is there a place you would like to visit?
Italy, Greece, Egypt and a few others.

5. Favorite season?
Autumn. Deep down inside I think I am an autumn child, both my birthdays in the Gregorian and Lunar calendar falls directly on significant autumnal days.

6. Do you like winter?
Love the snow, winter air, activities, food and beverage.

7. Are you in a band?
Just did a little singing with some friends back in college.

8. Do you like parties?
I like dinner parties with good food and fellowship among a few close friends not more than 20.

9. What are you scared of? Rejection from people who matter to me.10. Favorite beverage?
Apple juice, Earl Grey Tea, Decaf-Hazelnut Latte, white wine, mohito, and matcha (for caffeine)

11. Are you double jointed?
Almost in every finger on both hands, thanks to my sister.

12. Favorite Disney movie?
Mulan, Lilo and Stitch

13. Do you like fruits?
Love them. lychee (aka litchi) is on the top of my list.

14. Do you keep your word?
I try my best to, unless an intervening factor beyond control comes and mess things up.

15. How clean is your room?
Spotless when I am relaxed and organized, chaotic when I am busy.

16. Do you regret anything?
Try not to. I try my best to make decisions that lead to no regrets. If I do mess up some way, I can not change what is already done but take actions to rectify it for a better outcome.

17. What are you excited for?
Earn enough to get back to school, realizing my dreams, settling down in a place of my own in an environment that suits me.

18. Are you an artist?
I doodle well. I am not a professional, but I did receive compliments that I am rather creative and skillful with my hands.

19. Do you have an addiction?
Nothing in specific, really. I have every habit (good or bad) under control, I think.

20. Favorite swear word?
Bloody (something)

21. How many pillows do you sleep with?
At least 2. (For my sinus and back).

22. Do you like hugs and kisses?
YES! And cuddles too.

23. Beer, wine or liquor?
Wine. Either red or white for meals, but definitely red to unwind.

24. Do you drink milk?
Especially for breakfast. I like breakfast served with a glass of milk, orange juice, and water.

25. Do you believe there is only one "right" religion?
I believe there is only one truth and way to salvation. But I also believe in "Universal Salvation."
26. Have you ever had to run for your life?
Not that I can remember. I don't run. Period. I walk really fast, jog a little, but fat chance seeing me run.

27. Can you play golf?
Would love to learn how to.

28. Favorite motifs?
Bunnies, four leaf clover, ladybugs, and dragonflies.

29. Favorite color?
Burgundy (wine red).

30. What color do you wear?
Generally black or dark colors (make me look slimmer, sharp, and more professional). But I would love to wear white (I am klutz and often stain my clothes). Although I hate pink, people tell me I look great in that color (go figure).

31. Is it all about YOU?
No, since when? It has never been all about me as far as I can remember. Sure would like to keep it that way.

32. Pretend you are a really good cook: what meal would you make?
Well, let's pretend if I am a bad cook, I would blow up the kitchen; otherwise, a hearty meal will be prepared with seasonal soup, chili/spicy crabs, fettuchine ai funghi, and apple pie.

33. Will you be married in the next 12 months?
I have no idea. My hope was to get married when I am 24 but that year is gone and the closest I got was a proposal. Moving on, I would sure like to be married and at least have a kid or 2 by 30.

34. Favorite weather?
Sunny with some mild breeze, a nice day to spend in the park or on the beach. I am most comfortable in <20 degrees Celsius.

35. Do you have any pets?
No. I have a really sensitive nose and will feel too much guilt if I killed something under my care.

36. Parents separated/divorced/married?
Birth parents divorced.

37. How many houses have you lived in?
2. The first is still home to my dad and the second is where we (mom and my sisters) moved to.

38. How many cities/towns have you lived in?
Kuala Lumpur, Inzai, Tokyo, Macao.

39. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?
Shoes. I am a sucker for killer heels and boots.

40. Are you a social person?
I am not good with strangers and first impressions. I would hardly make the first initiation. At business events, it is a different matter.

41. Bread, rice, noodles?
Noodles or pasta, of course!

42. Favorite ice cream?
Soft served ice-cream (any flavor). Otherwise vanilla complimenting other desserts, or pistachio almond. Back in Malaysia it would be yam, sweet-corn, and maybe, durian.

43. What do you do to unwind?
When alone, a cozy room with warm lights, a good book, good BGM of jazz, bosa nova or good vocals, and a big glass of red. With people, a good restaurant, a good view, and a great conversation.

44. Favorite time?
Bath time!

45. Do you prefer to eat out or at home?
I love home cook meals but do enjoy a really nice restaurant. However, I simply refuse to pay for lousy food if I can make them better myself.

46. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seat?
Window seat and way up front (when flying).

47. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?
That is the only way I know how to drive. Never really driven an automatic before.

48. Can you roll your tongue?
Yep, I can roll it and I can fold it.

49. Favorite flowers?
Lilies and tulips.

50. Favorite artist?
Norman Rockwell (painter).

Hong Kong, HONG KONG!

It just occurred to me that this is possibly the first time ever that I travelled with friends. I do not recall any past experiences at this moment, but my trip to Hong Kong with SS and EC was the first adventure I had with friends in sharing a hotel, meals, and went exploring together. I am truly blessed to have friends like them. Their visit helped me put the new year into perspective, and helped me understand and settle into Macao and Hong Kong better.

The dynamic duo arrived at the Macao airport on the 29th and we moved on to the ferry terminal to Hong Kong the same morning, sharing breakfast together on the ferry. EC, the best planner I know came up with a fun filled itinerary for Hong Kong. We checked into a local inn/motel at Mongkok and we caught up while trying to see the local sights.

For me, I only know a very few spots in Hong Kong. My keenest interest was a visit to the Peninsular hotel. I was not disappointed as it was simply amazing. Upon our arrival, we went immediately to the "Wong Tai Sien" temple as EC and SS wanted to pray for blessings and having their fortunes told as it is a really old and famous temple for such. We then checked out the Tsim Sa Tsui area, Arena of the Stars, the Peninsular hotel and walked back to Mongkok with a shopping spree at Temple Street. The next day, we covered Lantau Island, a stop at Tung Chung's Outlet mall, slightly let down by the facade of Hong Kong DisneyLand, and shopped more at "Women's Street" and "Sport Shoes Street" in the Mongkok area.

On New Year's Eve, we covered Stanley where I enjoyed the beautiful bay area, having my rather pricey cake and coffee looking at the sea and the luxurious housing. There was more shopping to be done at the local fare, and after lunch, we went to Central checking out the down town city scene. We also visited the peak and took many pictures there before hanging out at Lan Kwai Fong to usher in the New Year. The crowds were massive. We were lucky to find a spot to stand just next to the main street as we sipped cheap beer bought from the street vendor watching the cops comb through the crowds. (It was unfortunate that we did not hang out in the bars due to the expensive New Year Eve's cover charge, but there were some perks of doing what we did as Hong Kong policemen are not bad looking at all.) After 3 hours of standing around, we did a few wolf cries during the countdown and made out way back to Mongkok for supper with a friend. The next morning was a rather lazy one as we had breakfast and did some last minute shopping before taking the ferry back to Macao.

Our trip to Hong Kong was a food fest and cultural enlightenment for me. We tried almost everything the girls had in mind, from "yum-char" to the local food stores, trying the "smelly bean-curd" to sampling roasted pork and goose at the shop visited by Anthony Bourdain. I had 3 full meals again with many snacks in between. The amount of food consumed in our 3 days in Hong Kong was more than what I have eaten on my own in Macao for 10 days. (As you see, there is nothing to worry as my friends do know how to take care of me.) Even though I am of a different belief, I enjoyed our first visit to the "Wong Tai Sien" temple and the huge Buddha at Lantau Island. It was refreshing to see my cultural heritage and share the excitement of my friends in having their fortunes told. Visiting the Buddha brought back memories of what was learned in Eastern Thought as I appreciated the art form of the statues and sculptures in relating them to what I know. Although I did not participate in the worship practices of SS and EC, I had a blast taking pictures for them.

We were tired throughout the few days and although we had our very little and few annoyances, they were easily cured by good food, shopping, and for yours truly, Krispy Kreme Dougnuts! (I had my first dougnut and coffee from this place and I was not dissapointed. I would put it above my liking for Starbucks Coffee for now.) By the time we reached Macao we took everything really slow. In the 24 hours my visitors had left, we covered more shopping and picture taking at the Senado Square, St. Paul's Ruins, and visited the Venetian the next day before sampling a very expensive Portugese lunch at "Dumbo."

Although exhasuted, I enjoyed my time with the dynamic duo. They might not know it but I have learned a lot from them in the past few days and came to accept that it is my prejudices against Macao that is not making my settling here any easier. I have showed them my favoroite place in Macao which is the fountain in front of Wynn in the evening, and the Square early morning before the crowd comes in. Their short stay has created a few good memories of the place that will make Macao bearable for the next few months.

Thank you, girls. Your visit has done wonders for me. I hope that many more would come visit me to help me come to like Macao. The invitation is open and I will do my best to make my apartment as inviting as possible. Do visit me if you have the chance, ok?

(Pictures will be uploaded as soon as I get them from the lovely ladies. Stay tuned.)