I'm engaged!

After high school, I've never envisioned my own engagement, not even after my bf leaked the fact that he was getting me a ring a month ago. However, envisioning probably could not have prepared me for it. Not only was it in my own house (how many engagements happen in your own house???), there were loads of people too (complete with cameramen; my dad was hanging around the house somewhere too). My bf was also wearing a suit (I don't know what he would be wearing but definitely not a suit). The ring sparkled under an LED light (the box had a fancy light). I will upload pictures later, possibly when I start a wedding blog/site.

It all felt like a dream, especially on the Monday morning after the weekend, that for some reason, felt awful.

Step 1. Get in the elevator

Step 2. Get on the first shuttle bus and fall asleep

Step 3. Get on the second bus and fall asleep

Step 4. Walk up the stairs, eyes half open
Step 5. Walk blearily down the quiet hallway to work, caffeine of some sort in hand.

Step 6. Begin daydreaming/working at desk until 5:30.

Bad translation. I don't think they know that 'enzyme' isn't very delicious sounding.

Fishy biscuits!!!! They were in a different packaging than what I was used to. Curious, I investigated and eventually realized that this one came from Morinaga, a Japanese company whereas the one I eat regularly come from Korea. Parrots outside their cage. Wonder why they don't just fly away.
Piranhas
Ocean park's new attraction.
Fishy biscuits from Japan come in more shapes than Korepab (the fishy biscuits from Korea) but doesn't taste as good.
Ugly spider. I hate spiders. I think I'd jump five feet into the air if I saw this thing outside its cage.
Diving show off from a super high platform. It was somewhat scary.
Crocheted plane

I finished the stamp card, but the day I went to claim my free drink, the original shop had already been taken over by another bubble tea shop.

an invigorating experience on cheung chau island

The summer months are fully upon us, and of course, summer is not complete without a trip to the beach. A real beach in the ocean of course, not like the ugly ones near Toronto. The water was salty and cold, while the sands burned the soles of my feet. I felt alive and vibrant on this island, away from the artificial realities of society. Kayaking was fun yet particularly painful; I thought I'd never make it back to shore, so blistered were my wrinkled wet fingers and so bad was my kayaking technique. I was making circles every now. Flying fish flopped out of the water in front of me once in awhile. My friend took pictures of us with her waterproof camera. Life was good.

I came home with shoulders red as a lobster and mosquito bites all over my ankles (oops, missed sunscreening/bug spraying some places). Monday morning eventually fell upon me as it did for everyone else, and I blinked dazedly at my coffee while my colleagues rolled into the room with cheerful dispositions, two questions reverberating in my mind: 'where am I' and 'why am I here?' symptoms of what many know it as 'the long weekend syndrome'. It was back to waking up each morning wishing you were sick (so you could take a sick leave), working in a windowless box, back to the chaos that was my desk, and back to facing off with the fire breathing creature. You know, some days aren't so bad, but they don't make up for the days that are. I just can't help but wonder: is this normal? Do young graduates eventually find what they like to do after some thrashing around from one job to the next, or do they merely accept miserableness as another fact of life and bear with it/get used to it? I certainly hope it's the former because I'm not used to it yet.

I have been reading my blog. These train of thoughts are nothing new, haha... but as time passes, my position improves. The more experience I have, the higher my bargaining power in the working world and the wiser I become.

Yesterday, during chinese school class I spoke with my classmates. All looked dead tired and many wanted out from their current job, or at least had complaints about it. I'm in the process of finding something new though. The process of looking is strangely therapeutic. Maybe because it gives me hope.

I looked at the clock, and at least it was July, which means that time has passed. Half a year from the start of 2011. And I wish eagerly for time to pass even quicker... does anyone else want this or is it just me?

Street grub of HK. Infamously good and unhealthy.

View from the ferry