Sunday, November 13, 2005

HELLLLLLLLL

After one day in Shenzhen... I now have learnt to thank God for HongKong. I think this trip was to teach me a lesson a lesson that HongKong is actually pretty all right.

Let me run through my day... it's probably hard to get what I say with so little info.

Reached border of HongKong. HK immigration was a breeze. Then. China Immigrations. I had to update my passport a few months ago, because my photo was old and my hair covered 80% of my face. So in Singapore, they add another page in your passport instead of replacing the whole book. Then, paranoia sets in the immigrations officer. She glanced at my old pic, glanced at me. I then politely explained that there was a renewed photo. She looked at new photo, looked at me. Looked at old photo, looked at new photo, flip through whole passport, look at me. Repeat five times. I was pissed. She stupid or what? She then said that the new photo didn't look like me. I needed a new one. Hello... I got that new photo like less than half a year ago. She then said the older photo looked more like me. Cos it's mainly covered by my fringe. Bitch.

Shenzhen was alot of new things to me. First Shenzhen person to say anything to me was this fella promoting something. "Any bridal shots for you two?" RETARD. I was there with my DAD. I know it's common to see old men with their young conniving brides, but DAMMIT. There's a reson why I look like my dad. COS HE IS MY DAD.

Then, sat in a cafe with rude customers shouting and snapping fingers at the waiter. Watched the hyper activity in the podium from my window view. It retarded. This china guy was singing. Nothing special about that. Then suddenly, a bodybuilder came out, and started flexing his over cellulitey muscles. Next event. A violinist. So drama. He plays like it was a vigorous sport and almost did some gymnastics by bending over til his head could reach the floor. Their events are hell weird.

CDs were cheap there though, but shopping there, would only be good cheap immitation shopping. Besides the cheap things, I would never want to go there. In the manicure shop, this old HKer was trying to pick up the girls, by commenting on how sweet they were and how fierce HK women were and how busty they were. I bet his mind was only on the last fact. Then at the restaurant where we had dinner, the waitresses kept wiping their hands on our table cloth after serving a dish. If it were that dirty, I don't wanna eat it.

After much pain in the ass shoving through the entire city, I just wanna be home fast. Then got stuck at the chinese customs again..... They just don't believe me. They even took me aside to question me. Assholes. The problem this time was that dunno what on my passport wasn't very clear. Stupid crap.

Then at HK, cos that was the first time I was leaving China, they didn't have my student visa records, all they had to do normally in a case like this was to chop a special chop and write a few words. But no... he started asking me retarded questions like where did I get my HK id card. OF COURSE FROM IMMIGRATIONS. If not pick up from the streets meh. Ugh. I just wanted to scream in his face.

Take me home to Singapore. Anytime. Please?

gwen blogged at 10:32 PM