In short, they were great!


And we were great!


I was less great...


Nothing much... only ate Chap Chai Peng...


They were greater than me.






I found myself at the Indoor Stadium, again.

Joining the North Entrance queue, I milled along with the familiar crowd – there were fans, non-fans, closet fans. Free ticket holders exuded a deliberate air of indifference, the ‘I’m only scratching, not picking my nose’ kind of way, if you get what I mean.

One clean, perforated rip later, I was inside. The familiar grey interior hadn’t aged a day while I was slightly lost in the carnival-like atmosphere. In the arena, noise atoms were on their quest to cover farther and wider. They collided, battled and engulfed new territory as soda cups stop short of bumping into one another. Cheers were saved for later.

You would know all the words to the song. I felt an unstoppable envy for your impending joy and anticipation. I knew that feeling. No tears, just a quivering chin, heart slamming in sync with a foreign vibration. Drama absorbed with shivering wonder.

That night, they didn’t drench the stadium with smoke, yet clarity could be just as exciting. And dream after dream, you would live out countless fantasies.

Yaho… that I’m home is no secret. That I’m looking for a job is expected… but why have I not been updating this blog? Well, no reason. Anyway, I haven’t said much about my HK trip so lemme share some of these good times in my life.


This is my fourth time in HK, so you must be thinking: Su must like HK a lot. Well, it’s true. I do.
This time round I stayed at XY’s place, which is really nicely done up and accessible by 电车，小巴and cab. Thereby giving XY the chance to live out the dream of being the 电车男’s mistress. Ooh, XY has unhygienic personal habits but well… at least the food in that area was good! 莲园糖水was just down the road, in the same area as 誉满坊 and 皇府。


For people who are thinking of eating at Happy Valley, 莲园sells good congee and noodles but what really left an impression on me was the 糖水especially the 姜汁番薯糖水。喝下口是一种凉凉辣辣的感觉，很刺激，很甜，很爽。
誉满坊serves exquisite DimSum. Take note though, that their 虾角烧卖叉烧包 – the mandatory triplets for DimSum – were but mediocre yet the 煎肠粉 and this other XX酥 (XY’s fav… ask her for the name) were 超好吃的！As was the 烧腊at皇府。Oh, on the topic of 超好吃，the egg tarts at Tai Cheong Bakery (泰昌饼家32 Lyndhurst Terrace, Central) were 超超超超超umaaaaaaaaiiiii~


I made friends with Auntie and Uncle aka Stephen’s parents who showed me how to take the tram and brought me Yum Cha at 潮Inn. Auntie brought me to 中环 to 看宾宾and to Wanchai Market on another day. I like old people but didn’t think I could communicate with them so pleasant surprise that they were so nice and didn’t mind bringing me around.


It was at Wanchai Market that I saw some Put Zai Gou which 新不了情 gave new meaning to.


And then… I cut my hair! So kawaii! 受不了。The lady who cut my hair is called Donna, I thought it an ominous sign to have someone by that name service me. ‘Donna’ will be the name of my nemesis if I had one. But then, Donna the hairstylist did a good job so I’m happy! Look for her at Aveda Hair Salon, Harbour City. Making a trip there also gives you an excuse to pop into 糖朝 just across the road for some of their desserts. The spicy wantan thing was really onz. Don't be put off by the jade green hue, they are just... veggies. It's onz.


Having 糖水in HK is like having gelato in Italy. You have it once a day because it’s only right. There’s a tendency to also convince yourself that right and wrong is but a matter of perception and that you’re not going to be back in HK for some time. And you know deep in your intoxicated heart that 晶晶酒心汤圆can only be found at天后。So, don't share this once a day rule... people might scoff at you.

I had quite a lot of alone time in HK and I really enjoyed it. It’s nice to walk on those familiar streets, never mind that it was never my home. The persistent, blinding lights were a consolation to my yellowing skin. 人民公社 is as good as I left it a year ago. I spent about an hour there this time, watching the big TV at Times Square as it reeled over and over trailers for The Departed, a DBS credit card commercial and the Panasonic my-sassy-girl commercial amongst other forgettable ones. I pondered if my café latte was served in the same cup and saucer a year ago. I don't know about you but for me, fear precedes miracles. I raised the onyx-toned rectangular saucer and there it was, the little chip I had put in the corner. It had tasted like frozen 芝麻糊, the last time I bit into it. No point repeating what I had done so I lowered it and asked for the bill.

Honestly, it would have been difficult leaving HK if I had not been away from Singapore for so long.


I don’t know when we can hang out like that again but it was nice, living out these new memories before we keep them.

A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:

Have you any grounds?- Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?- It made of concrete.

I don't think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?- No, we have carport, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relations like?- All my relations still in Poland .

Is there any infidelity in your marriage?- We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

Does your wife beat you up?- No, I always up before her.

Is your wife a nagger?- No, she white.

Why do you want this divorce?- She going to kill me.

What makes you think that?- I got proof.

What kind of proof?- She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom.

I can read, and it say: "Polish Remover"

An American, Japanese and Chinese guy went for a hike one day. It was very hot. They were sweating and exhausted.When they came upon a small lake, they took off all their clothes and jumped into the water, since it was fairly secluded.
Feeling refreshed,the trio decided to pick a few berries while enjoying their "freedom."As they were crossing an open area, suddenly a group of ladies from town appeared. Unable to get to their clothes in time, the American and theJapanese quickly used their hands to cover their privates. But the Chinese covered his face while they ran for cover.
After the ladies had left and the men got their clothes back on. The American and the Japanese asked the Chinese why he covered his facerather than his private part.
The Chinese replied, "I don't know about you, but in my country, it's the face that people recognize." .

It has been a busy busy month!! Some photos of things i've been up to! 

OOPs!! realised that i didn't add the link properly. ANyway, the fund raiser is over. But do check out the site.

We managed to raise $11,000 plus for our friend Kit and are still looking for donations.

Read more about it here.

Wei, sorry I took so long!

Desperately seeking Justin Lo's No Protection Dual Disc Version CD. If anyone (who happens to read this) comes across it please, please let me know (no matter where you are). Or, help me get it first! The album cover is attached below. THANKS!

急切尋找側田的 《No Protection》 Dual Disc Version CD. 如果你在哪裏看到，可以先幫我買下來嗎？或即刻告訴我哪裏有的買，國外也無所謂，我會馬上飛奔過去的！感謝！幫得上忙請你吃飯！（專輯封面如下）

英國人常拿自己國家的天氣開玩笑，可能是想要用他們的英式幽默來彌補這裡持續陰霾的天氣。長期缺乏暴曬的痛快使他們憧憬列陽當空的明天。不過陰暗一點，其實也沒什麽不好的。

今年夏天，這裡的太陽熱呼呼地曬了兩個禮拜之久。熱辣辣的十四天，足以把我的皮膚哄得像麵包皮一樣地焦黑，發亮。我還懊惱了一陣子，因爲白皙一點看起來還是比較溫柔的。
熱，它爬進了我的身體，即使我不緊張，不急躁，不走不動也會因它的存在而狂冒汗。灌下喉嚨的開水，還沒下肚都很快地被蒸發掉了。以爲整個夏天都無法出門的我，只有無奈地對着棉被傾訴。熱，它真的很狂妄。

誰知後來，自然醒的某一天，太陽被北風打了一拳，瞬間就倒下去了。而英國人常說的 “Good ol’ British weather” 馬上跑了回來就位。

過了一個禮拜，太陽仍然昏迷着，我心血來潮跑到學校的咖啡座，叫了一杯 cappuccino。室内異常冷清，我在微冷的空氣裏，我看著密得散不開的云。

Cappuccino 的溫度也慢慢地，慢慢地在下降。

他们都是陌生人

陌生人，踏着坚定的步伐，在我前方走着。
转个弯，他不见了。却还听到那双干净的球鞋正与地板摩擦着。
我一慌，跑了起来，笨重的脚步声在隧道里显得更笨重。 听不到他了。

转个弯，他又出现了。我慢下来的身体，现在才懂得开始喘气。

Stranger

Monday
Back on the crowded subway
Blankly
Face to face we stand
Standing
Packed in the morning rush
Come just a little closer if you must
But make way
For my imagination
Like a tray
Filled with gems and gold
You can take your pick
Keep all the good ones
Leave the bad ones
Till tomorrow
I’ll see you again
my way

这首诗是跟着Kiss Me 的旋律写的。
灵感来自于王菲的两首歌。
陌生人 你应该听过吧？
第一首是《光之翼》，第二首是《只爱陌生人》。

谢谢 你陌生人 给我那么多的灵感。
谢谢 我陌生人 给我那么多的，

我觉得非常开心，而且非常愉快。
歌非常好听。
谢谢。
アイの力あげるよ！


アイの力くれて、ありがぴ～！

加油加油加油~！

我觉得，我觉得，我觉得。常常听到人家这么说。其实从你口中说出来的，难道会是圣旨，是皇帝的话？或是圣经，上帝的话？

反正在我的世界里，圣旨也好，圣经也好，没有绝对的好与坏，善与恶，对于错。
只有喜欢或者不喜欢。

喜欢很厉害。喜欢可以让讨厌的人变可爱，让逃避变解脱，让脏话变真理。

而你的‘我觉得’也只能在我喜欢上你之后才被接纳。
要不然，它也只等于一只毛毛虫，我会双手奉上给隔壁家小孩践踏。
(啊~ 悦耳的跺脚声！)

喜欢非常厉害。我要把它捧在手里，细心翻阅。

我觉得，

就是这个样子。

eberidae ai whew
eberinigh ai dweem
eberitaimai sinkoyu ai whewah hwaining een maihar... always... いつまでも...

For now: Happy with everything except my hair.

sometimes I think I have too much time on my hands... I am what the society describes as eat full too free... I should go be a construction worker...

Here's a rock I wouldn't mind having on my finger! Heavy as it may be.















Side view. Cutting a better profile than me...















Goes to show that I don't only love the rock in Rock & Roll!

I wanna catch Forbidden City: Portrait of an Empress but its run ends 16 September... why?

I seek solace in the countdown ticker tick-tocking its way to the very moment my plane lands on the swanky runway of Changi Airport. I like how it is always ticking even when there’s no one looking; time is passing every moment, even if it’s too slow for me to notice.

I also seek solace in the great mess in my room.
















I can be messy, but I’m rarely this messy.




















And I’m only this messy, because I’ve started packing for home.

Deconstructing my room bit by bit… …

I’ve dragged out my suitcase and put two random stacks of clothes into it. I’ve also brought out my fairly large hand-carry, and together with all my other soft bags, it’s strewn across the carpet of my room. I’ve filled the tea chest I’m shipping home and left its flaps to jut out as they please. I poke into it from time to time for things that (I now realise) I still need. I’ve emptied my shelves of unwanted magazines and they now lie in two bulging paper bags by my cupboard. Finally, just for today, you see hangers perched on curtain rails and clothes lopped over open boxes as laundry is left out to dry.

I am not proud of the mess. I leave my cupboard open as a shield, so anyone standing at my door will not catch sight of this complete disaster (or piece of art, depending on how you relate to it). But it gives me an illusion that I’m living out of my suitcase and makes me feel like a person in transit. Home is coming! And I feel better.

It’s strange that I’m more homesick now, than any other time over the course of the year because home is less than two months away. But as with all difficulties, this trying period, once overcome, will make a different person of me. Flowers will bloom from my split-ends and I’ll grow an inch taller. Haha! Thank God I don’t have to stay for another year.

I’m reminded of this dorama. The female lead (Nakayama Miho) goes on a holiday and on her way home, gets embroiled in all sorts of ‘adventures’, diverting her from her journey. Sounds interesting but I’m not watching it anytime soon… don’t wanna have nightmares.

I’m gripped by a sudden fear that should I die now, people are going to read my diary(s) thinking that, you know… oh, we miss Su so much… it’s ok that we get more of her now that she’s dead. No, it’s not ok. Please don’t do that. If not you will be cursed and your children will be cursed. If you have no children then your friends’ children will be cursed. If you have no friends then, ok, only you will be cursed.

If I die and you find my diary(s), please don’t throw them away. Help me tape them up in a durable plastic bag and label clearly at the front:
Anyone born in or after the year A.D. 2044, and is alive in the year A.D. 2144 has Liew Suyi’s permission to read her diaries. Trespassers (and their children) will be cursed.

Then keep them safe. When you have children, pass them to your most reliable child and ask it (don’t know him or her) to pass them to its most reliable child. Hopefully my diaries can be a valued as an archive of sorts in A.D. 2144 although I write nothing on current issues and politics.
If you find doing this too much of a hassle, then burn them to me. Thanks!

Rise & Shine

P-chan hobbled out into her balcony at the break of dawn. She gasped. The sun was not rising properly. He had stretched his rays above him, pushing himself downwards, away from the horizon.

P-chan went back into her apartment. She went into the kitchen and took out:

Butter
Sugar
Eggs
Vanilla Essence
Flour
Baking Soda

In that order, she combined all of the ingredients in a large mixing bowl. What she got was a thick, yellow batter. She slopped the lazy batter into a perfectly round baking tin then very gently, pushed the tin into a 180º C oven.

Forty minutes later, the sugar had swum to the surface and caramelised into a light-brown crust. P-chan poked a skewer through the crust and it came out the way it went in – gleaming silver. P-chan brought the cake out and turned it onto a cooling tray then put the kettle to boil. When the kettle whistled, P-chan made herself a cup of coffee and cut herself a slice of cake. She took the coffee and took the cake out into the balcony.

By this time, the sun was up and out like yesterday and the day before, chasing clouds in the bright blue sky.

P-chan went back indoors for her sunscreen and shades before she sat herself down in the balcony to sip on her coffee and munch on her cake.





Narrator: Me
Character: P-chan

This is not P-chan's cake. P-chan's cake doesnt have cream and jam sandwiched in the middle... but I just wanted to show-off this picture... hehheh...