Where The Light Is

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fences

this is the deep and dying breath

give my gun away when it's loaded

the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

because this road is all you'll ever have

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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room	Saturday, December 13, 2008, 11:06 AM Well you needn't Ok so firstly, thank you to everyone out there who wished me a happy birthday on thursday. Special thanks also to Dion who wished me a week ago thinking it was my birthday then, i just played along and accepted it thinking he might realize he got the date worng, but DIon will be Dion. Thanks anyway. I'm back from macau, i know that's strikingly obvious but still, i am back, and it was pretty interesting there. I thought that the people from macau, hong kong and china were loud, vile, rude desolute creatures with no bleedin idea of the meaning of the word manners. And i was wrong, they're actually much worse than that. They smoke literally 24/7, every single one of them, you'd even find little kids younger than me lighting a stick and blowing smoke out of their mouths that already can't shut up. They smoke so much that even whent they don't smoke, they're still smoking. Heck the smell of cigarette is like their national scent. You don't smell anything else but that around there. They also shout for everything, you'd think someone was screaming for help cos they were being burned alive by acid and having their hair pulled out by a bulldog when they're actually telling their friend about last night's news on the telly. Tsk. I shit you not. Well, here's the boring count of my trip. Day 1 Ok so like, getting to macau's like a nightmare, the plane ride there was absolute torture. The only one way trip to macau is through budget airlines crafts cos the better ones dont go there. So i had to sit on a stupid small cramped budget airline all the way to this godforsaken city. I could barely breathe on the plane and my legs couldn't move one bit, plus, there was no food on the plane. No Food On The Plane. Thats like the worst sin you can commit in my books. The cabin crew was completely gender confused too, the men were more feminine than a disney princess and the women were more manly than rambo. They would've made more sense if the "men" and "women" switched uniforms. This budget airlines also doesn't come with any tv screens anywhere, so the safety demonstrations were all live. And i swear, the cabin crew master was so amazingly gay he managed to make the oxygen mask look like a kinky sex toy. And it didn't help that he demonstrated the use of the life jackets by actually blowing them. His name was real dodgey too, Makbar. I shit you not. I mean, whats that, arabic? Sounds like a middle eastern dessert pfft. When the plane landed, it was like someone was dying. For some odd reason, the people around me had never flown in an airplane before, so they had no idea what to expect when it came to landing. They panicked. And the noise the children made was the kind that makes me wish my future kids would be born mutes. Then came the immigration, i swear the immigration officers read your passport like a good book, its like theyre trying to find the secret of life inside it. The whole proccess of going through the immigration took about 45 minutes. Tsk. Macau itself isn't that bad, its like a cross between new york, san francisco and las vegas, except with much more chinese on every bleedin corner of the city. Its a very quiet sleepy little town at night, mostly cos everyone's inside the huge gambling places gambling. The stuff there's also really really cheap, a bottle of beer costs 3.50 macau dollars, converted, thats only 70 singapore cents. And it comes in those classic tall glass bottles. My dad was really excited over the price pfft. While checking into the hotel, i bumped into the ping pong heroes of singapore, that jia wei woman and the other "woman" whose gender i'm not convinced of. There was some ping pong tournament going on in a stadium right next to my hotel so all the players were staying in my hotel. And gosh are those ping pongers unfriendly, they looked as miserable as a half dead man about to be drowned in sadness. It was like ping pong had clipped away their smiles and left behind a face fit for an executioner. Pfft. Day 2 Woke up at some weird timing and left for some place called zhuhai which was across the border from macau. I've no idea what zhuhai means, but using my translatory skills, i'm guessing it means pig sea in english. So we went to pig sea by bus, crossed the immigration border and what not, and entered pig sea, one of the biggest shopping areas in the whole of south china. Also one of the biggest imports of fake goods in the world. I swear everything there is fake it'd make you check your food to see if they replaced your club sandwich with a plastic box. Everything except the DVDs (which were surprisingly amazing quality) which were sold at only 3 singapore dollars each. And its not those shit quality DVDs you find in malaysia where there's a man holding a camera to the screen and you'd be able to hear people in the theatre coughing and laughing. Its superb quality. So, i bought 37 of them. Best part is, the immigration people didn't stop me. Well done there. Getting around pigsea wasn't an easy task for me and my dad, but with my mom and grandparents (who are wonderful chinese speakers), it was pretty alright. Since my dad's malay and doesn't speak a word of chinese, and i, well, you know how great my chinese is, so when my grandparents and mom ditched me and my dad to go to some shop, leaving us in a cafe all to our own, we were pretty lost in translation. We thought all would be alright, until the waitress came. China: (mumbles something in chinese) Me: What's she saying Dad: I can't speak a shit of chinese why ask me. Why'd all the chinese speakers abandon us, now we dont know shit thats going on. Can't you understand them? Me: They're speaking higher chinese, i take chinese B dad. China: (says something with the words ying and dong) Me: Dong, dong thats north i think. Dad: North coffee? Me: Must be some type of coffee from the north of some place, ok we'll take 2 dong coffees. China: Huh? Me: (In my best chinese) 2 car feys, liang ger car feys. Two, coffees north coffees, 2. She finally got it after 3 minutes. So yes, my chinese isn't that bad, it jsut takes a little bit of concentration to understand. Shopped for the rest of the day leaving the place with a new pair of shoes which took 4 hours to find my size cos the people of china have feet the size of a tick tack. All that shit bout them no longer binding their feet is bullocks, i swear, the largest size most of the shops there have is a size 8. And i'm a size 14 so it's really hard to have found anything. But miraculously, there was a shop that had a size 10. Ridiculously small still for my standards but it had to do. Left the place at night and headed back to the hotel, sloshed and dreary. Day 3 I woke up realizing its my birthday, so i went back to sleep. Dad woke me up a couple minutes later by throwing water onto my face. Tsk. He then presented me with 3 bottles of heineken he had bought from 7 eleven telling me its my birthday gift. Thanks dad. Its everything i've ever wanted. pfft. Spent the day in some place called senaldo square and st paul's ruins, then packed up, checked out from the 5 star hotel with the ping pongers to move to another hotel resort called the venetian. The venetian is the kind of place you dreamed of as a kid if you imagined yourself to be some sort of royal bloodline. The place is just absolutely huge, and everything there's extremely posh and like an exact replica of venice. Its so huge that i got lost in it 8 times until i decided to just keep a map with me all the time and trace my steps with it, cos otherwise, you'd most probably get lost and keel over and die in a corner. But yes the place really is amazing, i can't begin to describe cos i'd just lose my mind. So i won't. Went to sleep on the royal as hell bed in my royal as hell luxury suite (where the bathroom was as big as my house). Day 4 This was a pretty boring day cos i was leaving, got up at 4am and packed up, went for a 2 hour swim in their heated pool, then watched sweeney todd on my mac as the rest of my family woke up. After checking out, headed to some place called new yaohan which is absolute bullocks cos everything there's expensive and branded. Its exactly like tangs shopping mall. Headed to the airport around 6 and checked in the luggage, smuggling in a total of 37 DVDs, 2 bottles of beer, a packet of tobacco and 5 packs of cigarettes, the latter 2 courtesy of my Dad. Surprisingly, we didn't get stopped my singapore immigration either. Boarded the shitplane which was prolly the worst flight i'd ever been on. The plane was inhabited by hoards of people from china, large anti birth control families with 7-8 little ingrint children i wish i had sedated with a tranquilizer gun, and old women from some mountain with hats the size of china shuffling their way in speaking to their friends as though they were still up in the mountains, separated by kilometers and kilometers. I set my ipod volume to the max but it wasn't enough. Tsk. Finally got off the plane at 12 midnight back to singapore, singapore. Got a bottle of bailey's and a bottle of jack daniel's from the DFS. Cabbed home, relieved and happy to be so far away from china. Pictures, i have 387 pictures, but i decided to not put them all up. But still, stand back. Chinese Democracy HAHA look lijia! These are only the ones that had been taken out of the first bag. Tsk. Dad saw a lady posing in this position in the same place and decided to immitate here. Tsk. Overall, i think macau's not a bad place to be, but you've gotta go with people who you can really go crazy with, not really with family. Well, ive got loads more to unpack. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao		the machiavellian ist Vanity isn't a sin, a little narcissm wouldn't hurt. The World would be a much lesser place without corndogs and pizzas. Facebook Andrew. Music. Food. People. 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