I like your new memories better than your old ones

Every time when I think it's safe to head to Hong Kong for a "quiet one", it always somehow ends up to be filled with lots of bum notes and shit jokes. Whilst it's hard to compare each experience and visit, the sack of memories just keeps on getting topped up. There weren't any superstars this time 'round. But there were enough folks that made me feel like my Kingdom of Aizu had expanded to include Hong Kong.



Folks like Djana, an old colleague and her legendary boyfriend, Mark. Legendary in the sense that everyone knew so much about him because when they were living on different sides of Australia, all she would go on about was Mark: "Mark this", "Mark that", "Woo today I jizzed in my pants when I said, 'Class, we're going to MARK the tests!'". Mark has an awesome job writing reviews of bars and clubs for Time Out Hong Kong. Some people just have all the luck.



Apparently some people call him "The Big Brother" but I just call him Justin. Since most of my friends have to work, I'd thought most nights out would be quiet and early affairs. But Justin and Kendra (the latter who "doesn't have to work", as kindly pointed out countless times by Justin) proudly made it their goal to make that prediction wrong. I was pleased to see these 2; my liver not so much.

I did make a decent effort at eating all different dishes whilst I was back home that I've been hankering for. And I was also going well at avoiding Japanese food. That is until Anderson, he of the famous blog which features nothing but him and his girlfriend eating, took me to eat Japanese food. Ramen. Which by the way my town is famous for. Clearly I was impressed.



Nice and caring, that Anderson.



On my watch, there's been 2 major weddings on my mother's side of the family and so far, there hasn't been any major family dramas during the weddings, like the kind that you see in movies. In fact, things have gone smashingly well, especially on the family bonding front. Initially by default, I spent a lot of time with my cousin and cousin in-law (?), doing our bit help out with activities. In the end, the time was well spent and what began as small talk of the catching up kind became dialogue that only members of the same family could carry. When they're not fighting, of course.

And in the end, I was in town for a wedding. It had its own things: gangster-esque groomsmen, fat maids of honour (uh...but since when are they not fat?), breaks in tradition. Ultimately though, we all wished Cheryl and Ivan the best, chowed down the surprisingly good banquet and drank the night away.



I've been to my share of weddings and this was the first time I thought the bride looked beautiful. Shame she's my cousin.

Music In My Head: Qururi - (It's Only) R 'n R Workshop!