|| RHCP | |

right now i feel too lazy to think, but i may as well write down what happened over the most fantabulous weekend i've ever had - i went to see the chilli peppers' live concert at hyde park! how cool is that.

jimmy who happened to be one of caroline's friends (they met at a bruce springsteen fan club or some sort) came over to stay and andrew came down from manchester as well! we had meat loaf with tomato sauce, leek and bacon in cream for tea. caroline's cooking skills were amazing *slurp slurp*. the next day we set off to hyde park by tube. we had picnic but it wasnt successful - i was so fed up with the cream cheese and salmon bagel that i couldnt finish it; the sausage roll was aiitee, and there was a shortage of water - although we discovered more in the box that i was standing on!

i had this most most terrible, dreadful, disturbing dream last nite! goodness me i wish i knew what was the implication behind. remember the songs from cinderella 'a dream is a wish you make'? no no noo but thats like the complete opposite my heart is still beating hard i literally couldnt pull myself out from it. ok so here it is, before i press the delete button in my hard disk i gotta make a note of it:

it started off like this. ryan and i, yes its him and me together we went to taiwan during a weekend, just for fun i presume. after we had arrived we set off to a market place where there were cheap crappy good value stuff to get. according to my vague memory the market was like the antique street in hollywood road. hmmm okayyy. we went into this shop and there we were looking at some rings, not wedding rings! but toe rings, for some oddities. i was browsing through something else when ryan beckoned me and he was pointing at a ring, not hideous but didnt quite interest me but it comprised a sort of plastic blue base, with a pattern of a peacock's feather on top made of glittery powder. i still remember the deep oceanic greeny blue colour at the centre and the bright yellow surrouding the glitter patch which form that feather pattern. as i was fondling the ring ryan was kissing, or smooching rather, my right cheek and i went 'hehe ng hoi la haha' and he kept on doing it so... but thats not important (=_=) then we headed to somewhere like a canal, and in my dream although we physically were in taiwan the canal was like the one i've been to in bruge, cos there was this image of a bridge and some flowers and plants dangling down. there was a long queue and we were utterly bored. somebody gave us a paddle and obviously thats to be used when gettin onto the boat but the queer thing is it was incredibly short, even shorter than a metre ruler. the top bit of it was like the top bit of a shovel and the whole thing was white and blue in colour, alternating. we were holding up this thing and wondered - how could we possibly use this to paddle? a lady who stood closer to the shore, plunged her fat white arm into the green murky water and said something like 'oh the water is deep!' but then ryan and i thought nevermind we could either use this lame paddle or our limbs. as it was our turn i gingerly placed one of my feet into the boat and, not surprisingly the boat started to sink and water rushed into the boat and i was like, 'ahhhh no!' cos the boat was abnormally small and at the middle there was this protruding part where you literally couldnt sit on it. so i got back up and ryan encouraged me to try again. this time we succeeded and there we sailed off to the canal. at night we went back to our hotel room where the room was quite spacious containing two single beds. however it looked very 'leung' cos the walls and the furnitures were all yellowish, orangey, goldish sort of tangy combination of colour scheme. i retired to the bed against the wall and ryan the other. nothing much happened afterwards until the next morning...

interval - when i woke up and got back to sleep.

the second part was the unpleasant part. i need my audience to psychologically prepared. ok here we go. i was woken up the other day and freaky enough, it was my mother in her usual monotonous voice saying 'wei, hey sun la. ui...' and i was like 'uhasdfweoiasonfvaljl...' but at the instance i recognised her face i was like, 'huhh?! wheres ryan...' but then of course i didnt say that out loud. i could even see CM lying on the other bed like a dead pig, snoring. mummy was wearing her sleeping gown as usual, the white in colour one with miniature pink flowers in rows above them. i sat up, back against the wall and i was staring at her - she walked into the bathroom, dressing herself perhaps and then she came out again still in her gown but she made her way out of our room. all of a sudden i heard this loud, sharp scream sort of howl, shrieking sound and my heart jumped. oh my god this was so scary... i dashed out of the room and saw this monstrous wolf-like creature leapt and sprang out of the room next door, running away. i turned my head swiftly from the wolf and saw this shabby old man sprinting out from the same room following closely behind the wolf. without knowing what actually was happening i could feel the surge of adrenalin discharging from my glands and as i envisioned a metal hook, unexpectedly it had been empowered into a real one and i was holding it, tiptoeing into the room hesitantly. silence. it soon dawned unto me that the room was my room, surprise surprise. i saw this huge pond of blood on the floor and as i looked up, my mummy was kneeling there right in front of my bed, arms wide opened and her sleeping gown all stained, drenched in blood - her own blood. still i approached and to my utter horror, the frontal part of her chest was bitten off by the wolf, the ribcage was revealed and i could see a pump - the heart - still beating and everything was crimson in colour - sheer gruesomeness. on the verge of fainting i suddenly fall back to reality and...

|| infatuation | |

when i was walking back to the library after getting break with linda, we saw mrs piggott peeling her orange in the corridor outside room one. 'what have you done to your hair? it looks very nice!' she said and i forged a big smile on my face and filled the air with 'thank you thank you'. it was indeed weird if you come up to me and say such thing. last time this sixth form girl from celia marsh came up to me, no, actually cat-walked up to me and said 'nice hair' in a sexy lesbian magnetic tone and i was like oh god gee thanks! my brain went numb. i have a problem with girls schools.

just look at this cacharel bottled scent printempts - été édition limitée 2004. isnt it so tempting? there's a pearl at the bottom of the container and, although i havent really smelt it i thought its gonna be good enough hehe. thats why i'm not adding it directly to my shopping list. oh ohh and i want this billabong minijupe-paréo (sorry i'm reading french marie claire) its stunning, with the blue sort of sky & clouds pattern and above it are hot pink hibiscus and palm trees AH! where could i possibly get it in hk hmmm. yes one more thing - i need to make 'un album photo comme un mobile' for my room some time. as i'm reading through the mag i have a strong feeling that all french are romanticist.

had my piano lesson just now and, i've decided that i'm gonna play the bach prelude and fugue, haydn variation, brahms intermezzo, aaron copland, gershwin and debussy for my diploma exam. ooo yes i'm doing it, without thinking whether i'm skill-wise capable! i hate knowing some people out there are armed with greater knowledge than i do, i dont even know jasmine tin and someone else possibly josephine is doing dips as well! dear dear moi. think i'm gonna change my x_love_tears_x layout when i got back home cos, well just got bored with this one and plus, my serendipity allowed me to find a marie claire kissin' pic which was really sweet! though my idea of how the page should look resembles ali bitch's site so, i'd better use psp or image programmes to alter it slightly. i hate duplicating or counterfeiting anyway, wouldnt do that myself >;[ recently i'm lovin gemma ward, audrey marnay and jacquetta wheeler.

|| graduation friends forever | |

not sure whether i'd mentioned this before but i thought its quite a clever idea to use a song name as the title for each blog. this time, graduation (friends forever) is sung by vitamin C though not too impressive, the coulpe in the mtv were so sweet! parting is the most nostalgic scene you could ever get but it also marks the beginning of something else. reminds me of britney's everytime mtv when she was in the hospital dying, another baby was born. no one could ever veto the law of the world that affirms the valuable existence of human beings.

it was the celebration dinner last nite for the U5s and as usual i wasnt looking forward to it but oh well, gotta pay some respect anyhow and its like the last time that all of us would assemble and do something i.e. bowling, in this case ;) so first of all we started off by munching our way through the celeries, carrots and bread sticks with various dips and crisps. they werent outstandingly yummy but i was literally famished so i kept stuffing food into my mouth regardless of what it is! we waited for an extra hour till the main course was ready but oh jesus christ they were so inviting! yes the boeuf bourguignonne or burgundy beef stew, and fricasse of chicken, with roast potatoes and broccoli and basmati with wild rice. sheer tastiness! they tamed my tongue so well. we got onto the HSO van afterwards with mrs reilly as the chauffeur and set off to the bowling place. i thought we were heading to the BigBowl since thats where we went last time as a house event. but then, huh we ended up somewhere in north oxford i guess and that was a run-down, shabby place! no arcade, no food stall, there were merely six bowling lanes and the machines were crap, utterly crap. our lane had gone down for more than five times! other than that the balls were either too heavy or too light they were incontrollable. for some oddities mrs reilly wouldnt let us have the barriers up (prolly to show off her damned skills) and our balls all went down the drain esp mine, none of them survived! i was so fuct up and jealous when other peeps did so well even they, like me, dont know how to bowl!

after that we went back to house for pudding. gosh, trust me, those desserts looked so beautiful, so inviting! not of the best quality, not of the best appearance but it was the bestest that you could ever ask for in hillstow (/^_^)/ there were profiteroles, raspberry pavlova, home made strawberry ice-cream, fruits of the forest strudel, exotic fresh fruit salad (reilly gave the names for the food not me) and home made truffles. cheese doesnt interest me so lets ignore that, although reilly had been emphasizing how natural and delicious it should be cos it's from somerset, yes her hometown. truffles werent too bad, but see i was thinking about the leonidas ones when i was eating so... raspberry pavlova was the nicest i thought; absolutely gorgeous. the sugary meringue melted and fell into pieces at the instance your molars sink into them and the sweetness simply seeps into your veins before you could say 'yum!' thumbs up for the profiteroles. as the puff was being caressed by my tongue i could feel the sensuous texture of the cream oozing out from its crust, coupled with the imminent hint of dark chocolate sauce. ah! i am such a born gourmet

ryan didnt call back after his first attempt when he knew fran was around and certainly that had created enough embarrassment for the time being to let it fray. fran was such a prude! she was holding my mobile right next to her ears and she wouldnt say a thing. but i told him we had an event so thats prolly why. i erno, maybe i had subconsciously got into the habit of chattin with him every nite and when that chain was cut somewhere i felt slightly weird. oh well nevermind. baby called when i was about to have tea, shame! but then he promised to ring me again today. i wanna get those yummilicious earrings from topshop and i will! my concept of a profiterole:

|| by the way | |

my xanga looks so much specialer after spicing it up. the font yeahh ha baby you spotted it! changed it to andale mono rather than verdana cos its insipid, though its slightly more legible. oh well nevermind nobody's gonna read it. i've got so much to write today that i'm starting another blog right now. couldnt agree any more with those premium xangans -

"i used xanga as an escape, however it became part of the problem." -free0S

how true is that! i wonder what sort of problem he has since, i nearly sacrificed my gcses for it now what is more important! dont forget gcses also imply your A-levels, uni application, job opportunities i.e. your future, living standard blah-dee-blah. oooo *scary*, it sounds, but i'm not intimidated. neverrrr!! i'm the queen of my world heehee. aww my hair is greasy and my scalp feels itchy today cos last nite i couldnt be assed to wash my hair (it was too late at night). and since my to-do and shopping list was up in gogolove now i may as well transfer it to here, so as to remind myself ;)

#To Do                            
1/ swimming and gym at HKFC
2/ lunch or dinner at Vong, 'Ngai Sui Wui', Wasabisabi, Tokyo Joe, Habitu, No.1 Harbour Road...
3/ gotta meet up with auntie swana at some point ^.~
4/ shop for beads and d.i.y. materials at Sham Shui Po
5/ watch spiderman II with baby
6/ trip to India? hmmm...
7/ see if ryan's available at any time.
8/ meet up with april zita jenny ruby amanda, etc.
8/ go to the nail bar
9/ summer job (uncertain.)
10/ jap lessons at st james
11/ english course at swcss (!)
12/ install photo shop, paint shop pro, gif animator
13/ french tutorials for CM
14/ go to ikea
15/ look for my baby-time jewellerybox
16/ clear my closets
17/ sign up for some yoga courses maybe
last but not least... i think i need to keep fit *_*

#Shopping                            
1/ expand my summer wardrobe fo sho*
2/ lounge, easy jazz cds from HK records
3/ new bed sheets
4/ new mp3 player
5/ hopefully i shall get some cosmetics from bobbi brown or paul & joe
6/ satan sandals or flipflops
7/ new hi-fi for room??
8/ the sims addition packs
9/ truffles from the mandarin cake shop
10/ is mummy gettin me a laptop?

other than that i also added some fanlistings codes down at the bottom. heehe showing my tribute to certain people & food. (yes food) recently i started to enjoy reading other xangas' blogs cos they are somewhat inspiring. the serendipitious thing is you could learn new vocabulatires out from it while enjoying it :D

actually now i find the fanlistings pretty annoying cos there are so many of them! looks hideous when the rest of the page is so simple and plain and down there there's this lump of graphics. so i want to get rid of some of them but then this would violate the rules of joining some of those fanlistings. humph! yes i am picky so what. so i made this lil scrolly table to accommodate them. now i feel better.