Continuing my journey in Llama Island, i went back to the house, wet and full from the dinner. I showered in the bathroo, one of the places without ants, lizards, and mosquitoes. When i was done, during was nothing to do except to assemble my Keroro model. The wires in the t.v. either didn't work because they were chewed by the lizards or the plugs are broken. I felt proud after assembling the figure, but it was short time that got interrupted by my boredom again. So, i decided to go sleep early and just wake up earlier tomorrow morning. After sleeping for couple hours, i woke up sweating, the stupid fan was not going toward me enough! I didn't pull any of my blanket off, for the fear of more mosquito bites, and eventually fell back asleep.
The next day i woke up early, while my brother and mother was not awake yet. I went to downstairs got a juice-box and went to another bedroom to listen to the main radio station is Hong Kong, RTHK. I thought that the radio station there was a lot more interesting than the ones here for Chinese, but less options. My mom woke up and got a call from Uncle Derek that our grandma's sister wanted us to bring the used bed sheets back to Causeway Bay. We immediately thought," how can we do that, we had trouble with our own stuff, but we still need bring it." We left the house and tried to make everything back to how it was.
We stopped at a local stall that sold tofu for about 7 hkd. The one i got had some ginger sauce and i thought it was pretty smooth and delicious. Back at the ferry for lunch, we arrived at the restaurant called Man Fung. It was recommended by the restaurant we ate at the night before, and there was even pictures of Jet Li and Linda Chung eating there. They weren't open yet when we got there but still welcomed us with peanuts. We ate there and left, my mom feeling ripped off that we had to pay for the complimentary peanuts. The ferry brought us back to Central, ifc.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hong Kong part 7
It took a lot asking from my mom until my grandma's sister gave us the key to Llama Island's house. Llama Island is a place where they sometimes make movies, and a lot of Caucasians live there. We took the ferry again like the time we went to Cheung Chow, but it took about an hour. When we got there, we ate lunch at a random place, with noodles. I liked the lemon tea there but the food was not so good. After the food, it started pouring rain. My mom, brother and I decided to walk in the rain with our luggage and food. With one umbrella in one hand and bag in front of me, we went through the tropical forest to reach our destination. My aunt told us that the house was near the police station and on top of a restaurant called Han Lok.
The weather was really hot and humid, so i sweated while the mosquitoes bit me. I got a total of 15 bites during that trip and some of them were pretty deadly with a bubble. Love informed us that the door might be a bit hard to open. Sadly, we did have trouble with it and Love didnt tell us how to open the door. We were frustrated from the door, drenched in sweat. Click! My mother found a way to open it through some tricky maneuver. The open was opened and a smell of rustiness or mold was all around. When exploring i found a juice box upstairs filled with ants, probably Melissa or Donovan. We threw it away because they might think it was us.
The ground was cracked with a little orange on it. Flying around were the mosquitoes, the salamanders on the slimy wall, and the mass ants all around. I didn't really want to sleep over that night but my brother just wanted to get away from our cousins. My brother and i changed and went to the nearby beach without thinking too much about later. The beach was bright and sunny, not much people. The sandy floor of the water was rough until you went 10 feet away from the beach. We were bored so we went pretty far, about 6 of those red balls that stood for how far you went. Wet, we went to Han Lok for dinner. There was air con that made our wetness feel chilly along with the buzzing mosquitoes. The lemon fried chicken , beef, and E-noodles were beast!
The weather was really hot and humid, so i sweated while the mosquitoes bit me. I got a total of 15 bites during that trip and some of them were pretty deadly with a bubble. Love informed us that the door might be a bit hard to open. Sadly, we did have trouble with it and Love didnt tell us how to open the door. We were frustrated from the door, drenched in sweat. Click! My mother found a way to open it through some tricky maneuver. The open was opened and a smell of rustiness or mold was all around. When exploring i found a juice box upstairs filled with ants, probably Melissa or Donovan. We threw it away because they might think it was us.
The ground was cracked with a little orange on it. Flying around were the mosquitoes, the salamanders on the slimy wall, and the mass ants all around. I didn't really want to sleep over that night but my brother just wanted to get away from our cousins. My brother and i changed and went to the nearby beach without thinking too much about later. The beach was bright and sunny, not much people. The sandy floor of the water was rough until you went 10 feet away from the beach. We were bored so we went pretty far, about 6 of those red balls that stood for how far you went. Wet, we went to Han Lok for dinner. There was air con that made our wetness feel chilly along with the buzzing mosquitoes. The lemon fried chicken , beef, and E-noodles were beast!
Friday, November 6, 2009
New Statement of Purpose
In the blog post that i already did, they were about mostly my trip to Hong Kong, school assignments and this one tennis incident. In my first statement of purpose i said that i would write about goals, sports , hobbies, vacations, and much more. I have mainly focused on the most recent vacation and none of the other things that i wanted to write about. On my upcoming posts i want to finish my last ideas that i remember about Hong Kong and start some about my goals. I could talk about the many unrealistic dreams that i have about lamborghinis and winning the lotto.
In my previous statement of purpose i wanted to fix my way of writing with grammar / same tense. I have not achieved this goal because i do not usually have the time to look over my blogs couple of times and make sure that i have correct grammar. Usually i just type down whatever that comes to my mind but an hour after i post it, i realize that i could have added so much more detail. One thing that i have been to lazy to do during my newer blog post are to capitalize my i's. This is because the Google Docs and the blogger document do not capitalize them for me, unlike Word. The uncapitalized i's are pretty cool because the i's dont looks so important.
In the future i would like to be able to keep writing down my ideas that i think are interesting. By writing them down, i can look over my blog one day in the distant future and remember how i thought, lived and my past. I am afraid that i will forget the precious memories because i have a somewhat selective memory. I might want to also start a story. That story can have the randomest of ideas but will seem perfect to me.
In my previous statement of purpose i wanted to fix my way of writing with grammar / same tense. I have not achieved this goal because i do not usually have the time to look over my blogs couple of times and make sure that i have correct grammar. Usually i just type down whatever that comes to my mind but an hour after i post it, i realize that i could have added so much more detail. One thing that i have been to lazy to do during my newer blog post are to capitalize my i's. This is because the Google Docs and the blogger document do not capitalize them for me, unlike Word. The uncapitalized i's are pretty cool because the i's dont looks so important.
In the future i would like to be able to keep writing down my ideas that i think are interesting. By writing them down, i can look over my blog one day in the distant future and remember how i thought, lived and my past. I am afraid that i will forget the precious memories because i have a somewhat selective memory. I might want to also start a story. That story can have the randomest of ideas but will seem perfect to me.
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