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On Saturday I woke up and my tattoo was itching, obviously a sign that it'll get infected and they'll cut my leg off. So while I waited for it to turn green I put on the ointment that they told me to put when it itched. . . I forgot to mention what time it was when I woke up, it was 8:04 which wouldn't be interesting at all if I hadn't planned on waking up at 7 and leaving the house (in City One Shatin) at 8 to be in Causeway Bay Cooking centre at a cooking class at quarter past 9. Tralalala, I'll just hurry, they'll let me participate even if I'm a few minutes late. Got on the KCR. I need to go to Tsim Sha Tsui and change to the MTR, Tsim Sha Tsui is the endstation.
Before Tsim Sha Tsui there is a crappy station named Hung Hom. A place that after discussing with my Chinese friends I realised had no purpose. Unless you go to that university there is no reason for you to get out of the KCR in (a crappy place like) Hung Hom. So I never had. Until Sunday because on Sunday the KCR train stopped in Hung Hom and everyone had to leave the train and once you got up there was no way back down to the platform. So there I was in Hung Hom (of all places!?!!), totally lost and late. Then I became stressed, I was already tired because I only slept for a few hours. Stressed, tired, lost and late. That's when my friends started calling me "Kamma, where are you? When are you coming? ".... "I have no idea and I don't know". A reassuring answer. Especially from me. I searched and searched for a bus and when I'd decided to simply take ANY bus to get through the damned tunnel (between The New Terrotories and Hong Kong Island)" I saw a bus drive past with "Causeway Bay" written on it, so I had to go and search for where that bus stopped... which was at some other road. (I'm just not good with directions, you guys would probably not have any trouble finding your way around). Finally I found the bus but it didn't have the thing which tells you which is the next station and I was afraid of getting off at the wrong station. Which isn't funny on Hong Kong Island. "I'm surrounded by really tall buildings and lots of advertisements, I can see a Samsung advertisement!"... "Oh really? Me too! We must be at the same place, right? He he he."I stared out of the window until I saw a sign pointing to Causeway Bay MTR and then got off the bus.
(This has nothing to do with my story but is an interesting fact: The buses in Hong Kong often have TVs. It sounds good, right? These TVs are ALWAYS showing how women who are 52 kilos can become 45 kilos in one month for just 20.000 Hong Kong dollars... does it sound good now??).
Well then, I fot to the MTR station, I wasn't that late - just a few minutes since the cooking class was supposed to start so almost nobody was there yet ("punctuality is much appreciated"). So now I have to find my way from the MTR. That's all! Hahahaha! I go into the MTR station and look at a map of Causeway Bay and call by friend. I ask her where it is that we were supposed to go. Her reply is "Go out of exit F" - "No, could you tell me what the road is CALLED?" - "Look, you go out of Exit F, then you turn right and don't cross the first street and then you go left until you come to the Lane Crawford mall, there you...." - "No, the N-A-M-E of the street!!!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!" - "EXIT F!" ... Fucking Germans!
Anyway, I'm right next to exit F. Somehow I thought I'd taken a train so I had to go through the gate. So I paid with my octopus card and walked through the gate. That's when I realised that I am an idiot. I now had to go down to the platform and walk to the other side of the MTR station and go up by exit A. That was fun. Wasted 2,4 dollars and about 5 minutes of my time to get to the point where I was before. When I finally got there I managed to walk straight out of Exit F.
Now I followed my friends directions but we misunderstood one another so she gave up and picked me up at the MTR station. That was 17 minutes after I called her, asking where the cooking class was. Now that I was fashionably way too late it was time to learn how to cook two, typical, Chinese dishes. I can cook, I really can but this time Dominic - the mince meat master - was a better cook than me! I was so tired and confused that I did everything, everythin, EVERYTHING wrong. "Oops, did I forget to marinate this?" - "Oh, did it say winegar and not rice wine?" - "was the chicken supposed to be in 7 pieces, not 30?" - "did I forget the soyasauce thingy that gave all the taste?" - "Oh, did I burn everything?" and so on and so on.
Obviously "delicious" "food".
Saturday was better, a few of us went and got tattoos. Mine is 冰 ("bing"), ICE, just above my ankle. My friend, Jimmy, had the idea; Ice - like Iceland, in Chinese - like Hong Kong; extra meanings are apparently cool and smart. I'm very content, I like the tattoo. After this we went and ate Italian food. The first time since I came to Hong Kong where I drink wine with food, good wine - Pinot Grigio. Nice food but a lot of it! Then we went to TST to admire the view and yeah, admire the view. We had a great time (admiring the view) and there were many "BURN"s. The best one that hurt me, really hurt, ouch. So I'll share it with all of you (to take away the pain). . . "Jimmy, you're here? I didn't see you!" - "Ahh, you didn't see me because Kamma was standing in front of me". . . If that made you laugh, do not call yourself my friend.

On Sunday I cooked spaghetti carbonara with Ambra and Felix and we watched La Vida es Bella. Today was the first day of school after holidays. I like school.

I am still alive for those of you who wonder. The last week of the year of the monkey was by far the hardest week of my life. I've never wanted to be home with MY family that much - still, we had Casual Wear Day so it wasn't all bad :) I'll put pictures on the internet real soon, promise :)
Now I feel that there's a new start. Everything will start again. I think the year will be good and my priorities will stay the same.

Friends and family.
Parties and guys.
Academic results.

So, "Kung Hei Fat Choi" and happy Year of the Rooster! :)