20.06.2004 ~ 1:02 am
it's been a while, during which i have done A LOT -
went to see Clara in Causeway Bay where we did a lot of talking around, i mean, walking around, i mean, talking. at one point, i was paying for desert and the man at the till was like, "yes, because you are cheap? (we were talking about how cheap we were) thank you, you are from the United States?" yeah, i'm properly loud.
so then we met with Winnie (whom i didn't know till now) and Christie (i do know) and we went to the Jockey Club (when i said racecourse i meant that. and when i said far away, i meant in the middle of the busiest part of town).
they were there to decorate for Graddin and i was too happy to help do menial jobs like cutting holes in paper cups for candles, tying ribbons around tealights, covering door handles in fake flowers, lighting matches and candles playing with fire and writing prizedraw tickets illegibly and probably jeopardising everyone's chances of winning. oh, and being the clueless receptionist. the Old Girls Association people came and i didn't even know what to do with them except tell them that i wanted to join.
it was fantastically pretty - everyone made up, coiffed and in pretty dresses (none of that montrous Promwear, though). seeing familiar faces again and having some of them recognise me. having "LAMLOK!!!" shouted at me is quite refreshing. since i can't be arsed to see if my photos can be downloaded onto this computer, i'll link you to Alison(not Wong Siu)'s gallery. unfortunately i look shit, especially compared to her. i was wearing my most formal clothes - wraparound Esprit top, old jeans and retro Puma trainers - classy. had it been one day later, i would be sporting my gorgeous new hair and proper trousers.
everyone's all grown up *chokes back tear*. i had to leave before the real ceremony (yes, it's full of speeches and prize-giving and eating and non-dancing) began so i sneaked out... to where the headmistress was sitting outside. i wasn't sure it was her, so i ran away.
there was a traffic jam so the taxi i hailed (for the first time on my own - oh yeah) had to go to the next nearest MTR (underground) station. knowing the size of the city, my dad must have been within 100 m radius of me, also headed home.
trying to get into the MTR station, i was stopped by a Sales person. this happens a lot in HK around MTR stations, they generally try to sell me credit cards and i generally try to tell them that i'm not old enough to get one. this time, i was trying to get home for dinner so i tried to pretend that i spoke only English. except i forgot that this is HK and not... where people don't speak the most common language in the world. and it turned out this was Amnesty International. which i really like. but i couldn't give them any money because they don't accept cash, i don't have a credit card and i wasn't sure if British or American bank accounts work.
next time, voy a hablar Espanol. Frances es demasiado... commun?
oh and TODAY! got hair cut, lovely lovely, am v vain.
Clara and Quie's church - OMG charismatic worship scary. RS quotes round and round in head: "happy clappy worship has reduced God to the status of a puppet" - don't agree. felt like fraud wearing cross necklace. didn't want to go to front/aisle like everyone else - don't believe that Satan stole anything from me - don't believe in his existence. cried because of: general need to cry? mass hysteria? or even - shock horror - the presence of the Holy Spirit? i don't know - theme of my life.
Clara said she lost her joy. cried. don't know if i love god but i love her.
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