wednesday post6

heylo! em's back from hong kong! (em really needs the bathroom too, so let's just hope PIG mum hurries up, gets her piggymum butt outta bed and helps me use the loo once. :p)
anyways, thought i'd just paste what i stuck up on my MSN space:
heylo! i'm just back from a wonderful three weeks in hong kong, visiting my beloved family and friends!
we'd originally planned to go earlier (we usually make it back every three or four years); too bad god chose to smite me down with a brain tumour back in 2007, but that's another matter.
what i hated:
-one fall to report during my three week stay. sadly, i think my brain cell count is down to the single digits, now. :P o_O
-having my mother diss me like mad everytime we went out for a meal with family and/or friends. but i just kept my mouth shut and took it.
-having to say good-bye! i admit, yes, i bawled (silently) when dad ripped me apart from my dearest grandma :(
-mother PROMISED me a really big present if i stopped asking her for my walkbelt and stick. i decided that i'd like an i-phone, and stopped. *sigh* trust her to go back on her word and not get me one. i think her excuse is, "coz you cling to everything else that's around you." okay, fair enough, but so what? that wasn't part of your offer! the deal we made was: emily stops asking for her walking belt and stick, mother will buy emily a big present. *another sigh* whatever... i'm sure i'll survive. i'll also be sure to be very careful in checking what promises mother makes me in the future, and whether or not i can trust them.
-yum cha. lol, not that i really hate yum cha or anything, but, i just prefer one big meal! i don't need lotsa variety or anything, and eating a small bite here, then a small bite there, just kinda annoys me. i'd much rather one nice, big meal. :) also, in the past, mother and i had a deal: emily gets dragged to yum cha once, mother will take emily to macdonalds once in return. well, i think i had yum cha a total of four times in hong kong; sadly, mother only took me to maccas twice. or maybe three times, :( like i said, broken promises. *sigh* i've gotta learn to get used to them.
-being forced to walk to the bathroom every night by mother when i needed to pee; little mickey's potty's just sitting in the next room, un-used!
but the things i loved far outweigh the bad things!:
the FOOD!! seriously, apart from the milk, EVERYTHING tastes better in hong kong, even the bread!
-meeting baby mickey for the first time! he's a complete brat, but i love him, nevertheless. :)
-disneyland! the family took me there on my first sunday. my favourite was the photo i took with pooh bear! (he's got some incredibly complicated canto name, BTW). i stagged/hobbled/limped up to him, told him, 'pooh bear, i'm from australia!" and he hugged me. :) after the photos, i asked him, "umm, pooh bear, the sun's out today; it's quite hot, aren't you like, suffocating underneath that pooh bear head you're wearing?" and he nodded vigorously and pretended to cry! :P aww, poor pooh bear... :P
-seeing old old grandma. i mean, she's ninety years old, really dunno how much longer god will allow her on this earth ... well, i guess all i can do is pray that she'll become a christian before she passes away...
-eating out at an italian restaurant with the family one night. gosh ... yummy!
-having first, second and fourth aunty, plus cousins kin ying and carrie, and rolls, all send us off at the airport! :) poor second aunty blubbered her head off; i kept my cool, this time.
-getting lotsa red pockets for chinese new year. :) :P too bad, i think most of it was spent on me shouting the farewell party (they came to send us off at the airport, remember?) dinner. like, i didn't really choose/want to shout them, but i think my parents decided for me? oh well, no biggie ...
-having mother kindly help me with my seatbelt when i was in hong kong. sadly, now that we're back in brisbane, i doubt she'll be that nice any longer.
-horlicks and yakult! yummy drinks, both. i just wonder why they cost so much more in australia than they do in hong kong
-sausage buns! i'm being serious here, somehow, even the BREAD tastes better in hong kong than it does in australia!
-having mother help me out with a shower. but now that we're back in brisbane, i really dread to think of how many times she'll force poor ela to scrub various parts of me. :(
-being able to get around hong kong in a wheelchair. to be honest, i'm not really sure why my mother chose to LIE to me:"emily, hong kong's too squishy, you can't fit a wheelchair there. my first point was that old old grandma used a wheelchair. mother then cut me down, saying that old old grandma's ninety years of age. fair enough, most of the wheelchair bound people i saw were a few decades older than me; but note: i said MOST. during my last few days in hong kong, i saw a young girl in a wheelchair. and i'm pretty sure she was younger than me. and unlike me, she didn't help wheel the chair around.
anyways, if i can think of any more points, i'll put them up later! in conclusion, let me just say i had a smashing time in hong kong, and i promise to work really hard to improve my mobility so i can return to hong kong in a few years time to see all my beloved family again!
-anyways, the rest of my day:
-i watched inglorious bastards on the plane, before a loo trip, then sleep.
-breakfast was two sweet pastries and a wee tub of yoghurt.
-my compliments to the pilot, who touched us down with hardly a bump. :)
-also my thanks to PIG mum who didn't diss me as much on landing like she had the first time. of course, i couldn't escape entirely unscathed, but that was to be expected.
-uncle calvin came to pick us up! i showed him my awesome tiger hat, and he tootled us off to coles so PIG mum could pick me up some milk before getting home.
-PIG mum took me to the loo once; of course, no guesses as to who gleefully forced who to do everything.
-i tootled online until dad came back from yum cha with uncle calvin. dad made me walk to the gobbling :p table, and lunch was one charsiu bao, one slice of 'lor bark gol' and one 'harm sui gok' (say those two in canto). dad also poured me a mug of orange juice, which i got to hold 'incorrectly'.
-*beep* but CODA sucks! come on, i mean, my first day back from holidays and you immediately can't find me a carter? argh.
-but i think karen's coming toms. :)
-argh, why the hell is PIG mum STILL in bed?! i mean, the phonecall must've waken her up! lazybones! ><
-argh, guess i gotta ask dad to help me then. last thing: today i was hard at work plodding 1418 steps. fingers crossed that i can come back tonight, but hopes aren't up. still, one can dream!
cheers,
em. ^^