3 hours of China

Was specially asked to go to a place because of what i can see.

New gift?

Anyway, i got in as a student in a bio class, there’s this guy who have 4 pet turtle, i recognised 2, but there is this breed that i have never seen before anywhere else, and somehow it eats cereal since baby. Or maybe its just something that looks like cereal.

Was poking around after class to look for things in the cabinet, but i couldnt reach and yet there isnt enough time to carry a chair to climb up.

The classroom is using wooden chairs and tables. We dont use pencils though, i dont know which part of China is that.

But anyway, i was asked to walk along this street as the people who organised this ‘trip’ said that of so many people they look for, my life seems to have affinity with this shop as they said – not everyone is able to come across that shop since they walked so many times down the same street. Even the shop owners, well, they have never seen anyone tending the shop before, yet it will be open before they are there. Nobody has seen anyone opening the shop before or closing. But yet there isnt anyone who dare to steal from it.

Sounds bit strange, hor?

Anyway, i took my time to walk there. I did asked them how do i know it is the shop that these people have been looking for. And they replied that i will know. So vague!

I did found the shop. The shop has this weird energy. And this person is a photographer who actually is able to capture spirits into the photo. And all are framed and hung. Each has a price tag. Its quite sick actually. The moment you see the pictures, you will feel uneasy and as if someone is staring back at you.

There’s a box of jewellery by the side of the cashier too. One will think that thieves will actually take the box and go, but no. Nobody dare to walk into the shop but look at things from outside. Duh, yes i walked in. Since i am there, might as well?

There is this family of 3. Mother and 2 daughters. It seems that the older one is able to sense. Her face was scrunched up when she saw the pictures.

Ok here’s the interesting part – Normal people will see beautiful photos, gifted people can actually see the spirit ‘stuck’ inside. and they are not the nicest spirits. It seems that this photographer shop owner is trying to make people buy these pictures, bring home and i dont know what he can do? – Ok, very imaginative here. But its weird lor??

I asked the shop owners around if they have seen anyone tried taking the box of jewellery. They said something like once people walked into the shop, they felt that something is looking at them. Well, yes, i feel it too.

The whole thing is really weird.

And, while i was making my way back, it wasnt a good one. I was being chased by an old man who wanted to rob me. Not of my money, but he can tell that i am not from their world………………………………

WHY SO SCARY!

And i thought who was strumming the guitar…

Does guitar works in hell? I really am amazed.

It went on for half an hour and i was thinking who is that so noisy.

Then i realised its my dead uncle, who asked me why i didnt visit him.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….

So i thought it was just me, he said many people.. really meh…

I WILL ASK THE COUSIN!

Then the dead uncle ask me something else which i dont even know how to answer,

Uncle: Why are there so many soldiers outside your house. Who are you exactly?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,, dont ask me, i dont know……………….

Uncle: Why is it that when i say i want to look for you, there are so many soldiers escort me?

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhh!!! Dont ask me……..

Uncle: You cant say?

Me: Uh……Something like that. Why dont you ask them.

Uncle: Cannot.. they look so fierce.

Me: Yeah! That’s why! Lets not ask!

Uncle: But they are different when talking to you.

Me: Errr…. yeah. This question.. ask tai ma? She might know..

Uncle: She say its a secret.

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry i really cant say.You might know one day. But aiya, its not important. Now you know how to find me. So doesnt really matter, isnt it?

He kept quiet.

But aiyo… how do i say right… the other time when tai ma knows, they almost fainted. So how can i tell…Funny thing is.. tai ma believe me totally, i thought she will laugh her head off or something.

When i asked me uncle, exactly how many soldiers are there, outside my room.

His answer and his eyes wide open, ‘ALOT!’

But i see less than 10 now…

One fine day i will ask a tangki about it. Maybe i still have to go back to taizi. LE SIGH!

That girl made me very excited abot tomorrow.

About food.

St Regis.

YUMS.

有食物就哪里都可以去。

On nom nom nom~

Butler won hands down last night.

Nobody expected that. Neither did i.

The worse is, nobody bet on him.

WHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

And so he tucked me to bed, cajoled me to sleep.

We ended up talking alot. He should know the routine.

Our conversation was very Chinese, lazy to type,

Tried asking for his name, but he didnt want to tell, =.=

He also enrolled me to a funny class, i dont know if he did that deliberately or i was meant to be in that class.

Needless to say, by the time i reached the classroom which has this huge long flight of stairs that i have to climb, had white sneaks, long sleeve shirt, black pants and a silver stylo mylo jacket which i suspect i took it from Jam’s closet – sat down, and fell alseep.

The classroom was huge, but there are only 9 – 12 students. our desk probably take up more space. There’s this ultra soft cosy sofa. And i love my desk, its victorian-ish. But i fell asleep fast.

I only woke up when i heard the commotion beside me. THEN I REALISED WHY AM I THE ONLY GIRL THERE? WHAT THE HECK! And also this guy sitting in front of me, has been laughing at me , which annoyed the guy on my left.

I think we are friends…………. because the way they look at me is as if they know that i will sleep? So both were helping me to take notes. Its in English, but the characters are weird. The professor is very very old though, but he doesnt look fragile, he has this thick gold glasses resting on his nose.

And no, i’ve never seen any handsome guys at all, minus the celebrities.

9hrs lesson today

Played games,

Facebook.

Twitter.

Read mags so i will bear to cut after.

DIY stuff.

Etc.

In between of.

Covering the palace’s ground rules.

The morning dont know what rules.

The table manners.

The colour robes.

The different kind of pass to wear to certain places.

Probably i am the only student who do this.

But how do i sit without doing anything, people will think i am crazily stoning.

Then again, people will probably say how privileged i am.

But no, not.

Was telling some deities that can all these be my illusions.

Too many rules to follow.

I didnt plan to grow up and learn these, besides, i am on earth.

There was a party at the villa

Apparently.

Villa lookalike, cos i dont know what they call it as. A very old house, but huge like crazy.

Didnt get to eat anything! Very annoyed!! And woke up hungry!!!

As usual, surrounded by people asking me where did i MIA to, why is it so difficult to invite me, why am i so dao, why am i so lazy to step out of wherever i am, why i ddint bother to write letters (whutt?!!? then how i send?!?!? DUH!)!

Met the 2 besties before going over to that house. In the scenario, it seems that we have been friends forever. And no i dont remember their names, but its the very girly kind of name, but both is quite chor lor like me, and only present the girl self when necessary. But both should be 10 times more successful than me IRL.

2 friends: HELLO! Why you so late!! Its 3.30am!! Why you sleep so late!

Me: I slept at 2 leh. But i have a migraine lah.

2 friends: And you didnt call for doc? Why cant you use just their services! What is wrong with you!

Me: Just did not loh. My bro is with me what.

2 friends: WHo? Which one!!

Me: Why is everyone so excited whenever i talk about my brother. /roll eyes.

2 friends: Sweetest brothers ok! How can we not like! So. He nursed your migraine.

Me: ya lah, then who. He was there when i slept, so i snuggled closer to him the rest is history?

2 friends: he’s not always there for you loh. Just call the doctor. We dont have have such services.

Me: Ya ya ya, talk some more i’ll rip your head off. You are the blah blah blah and you are the **** !!!!! WHO SAY YOU DONT HAVE SUCH SERVICE!

2 friends: You are hilarious. Ok fine, We have similar things as you except brothers.

Me: My brothers are not a kind of service!!

2 friends: Yes, you are so worked up as always. Lets go shall we? And please, dont be so dao! Do you have to reject every invite????!

Me: PLEASE! I WANT TO SLEEP!! Not go out to party!!

2 friends: ok, we’ll have the guards to send you back at 8 so you can sleep for an hour.

Me: And you call yourself my friends?

PS: My first full length english conversation. Now that i woke up, i have no idea who they were, but yep, they are tall and still wear heels, stylish, because i cant be bothered to dress up. Most of the conversation with spirits are in mandarin, but i am too lazy to type that.

1 hour of sleep is giving me a cold. Nose is starting to flow. People go party to eat, i go to the party to answer questions.

WHAT THE HECK?!

Macham like an interview.

Back!

KO-ed  completely at evening. Sick cat. Damm.

Anyway, went to my kind of heaven.

Me: Is this a dream?

Girl at counter: HUH?

Me: Where am i?

Girl at counter: HUH?

Me: What’s the place?

Girl at counter: Do you want to buy our bread?

Me: Erm.. i check if i have the money.

Chef from the bakery: We are not selling you our bread. You come in and earn.

All staff: HUH! Chef, you know her??

Me: HUH really????? (I was damm relieved can! The bread is crazily expensive and i dont know what currency somemore. The price is like $7.50 and above for a loaf of bread. But the bread is mouth-watering. Its real blueberries, milk and something else. One look and you know its some atas bread.)

Chef: Come in then, what are you waiting for?

Me: Ok!!!

Staff: Chef, you never allowed my friends to come in to work. You choose your staff so carefully. Why are we selling to her our bread like this?

Chef: Teach her. Dont bully her. And dont make her wash things. I want her to know how we make the bread.

Staff: That is supposed to be a secret!!

Chef: Show her.

With that, he went off.

The staff didnt give me a hard time just because this chef said such and i was given a chance just like that. They were in fact, very nice, very patient.

I am not sure what are those things where they used to make breads. I’ve never seen it but does this mean i have to research the history of making bread now?

It looks like the bread is charcoaled, but its not charcoal. I dont know what that is. But its all handmade, and that was to preserve the flavour or the ‘弹性’ of the bread.

Then again, there was a long Q at the counter by the time i got out of the place, eaten my share, watchiing the crowds go as they run out of bread from time to time.

Oh and, 3/4 of the people queuing, carries LV and only LV. LV-similar. Which it does explains.. i havent seen shops selling goyard or proenza schouler etc.

Wanted to go back but in the first place, i dont even know how i end up there, though i remembered that i walked alot. I was not wearing robes either, my usual shorts and tee. The only thing difference is my hair. And my face, but i am very certain that i am me.