• I can't drive. Well, I'm sure I would be able to if I join in a few years time because I haven't got my license yet but even then, I'm sure I cannot drive a stick shift. And, after watching many seasons of people failing to drive a stick shift on The Amazing Race, I realised that you must know how to drive one or you'd be screwed on the race.
• I have no sense of direction. Everytime I see a person just walking right past the clue box or spending 30 minutes looking for something right in their face, I laugh my head off and think these people are just stupid. Now I know, I am probably most likely going to be one of them. I am going to end up being one of those, "Where is the damn cluebox?! I've been here for 45 minutes!" on the race. Why? Because, it's not the first time I experienced the "mishap" last friday evening.

Last Friday Evening

So basically what happened, in a nutshell, was that I was looking for a karaoke place called "Red Mister" for the next 30, 40 minutes in the streets of TST. My friends told me that all I had to do was find K11 and then Red Mister. Easy enough, I asked directions for K11 and the MTR dude told me exit D2. I left the exit and went into the K11 mall and was checking the directory for a Red Mister. No Red Mister on the directory so I decided to check the floors, probably the top floor since karaokes are usually on the top floors. I was circling around in the building, (taking a look at other stores as well) for 15 minutes and no, no Red Mister. So I went back down to the information counter and asked and apparently, it was straight down the exit of the mall to the right. "Straight out this way and then right and then look up"

I left K11 and out into the streets of TST and turned right just as the information counter told me. I swear, I was looking up at every possible sign and I did not see any "Red Mister".  I was looking out for all the huge, blingy, sparkly signs because that's how it looks like for a Karaoke. So I was walking all the way down the right and looking up, standing in the middle of the street, looking up turning around, looking like an idiot and I still did not see any "Red Mister". I saw a 7-11 store, walked in and asked where Red Mister was and the guy just pointed in a direction and said "there". Fine, I walked in that direction and still, no Red Mister. I walked into another 7-11 and then, the direction given, "I don't know". And quite honestly, at that point I was starting to get quite frustrated. It's hot outside, I'm getting sticky and I can't find the damn "Red Mister" and by then, I was already swearing and just, mad.

I went over to a shoe store to ask again and the lady pointed, "There". Oh, bloody, hell. The damn karaoke was right behind me all along. For 30 minutes, I had been circling around "Red Mister". WTF. And trust me, that's not the first time I had been circling around a damn building (that's right in my face) for 30 minutes.

• I can't read maps. Definitely can't. Tried that once in the streets of Jordan and I got lost, for 35 minutes. 
• I can't swim. Well, I'm sure there are times when you need to swim and, I can only swim for 10m. With that said, I wouldn't want to wear swimmies on my arm trying to paddle my way to god knows where because if I had to swim for 200m or something like that, I'd die.
• I'm not exactly the most patient person. Pretty self explanatory. 
• I will melt in the heat. Like I said before, ice cubes on hot coal. 

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• People bringing in like, 5 sets of clothes. Okay, I don't mind that cos I mean honestly, you'd want to try as much as possible so that you wouldn't have to queue in that horrid line again. Understood. BUT, it gets very annoying when people take in their 5 sets of clothes and take their time to try it on in the changing room. Literally, I see people going into the changing rooms (slowly) but no one ever coming out. Do you really need to take min. 15 damn minutes to try on your clothes? Can't people be a little more considerate and look at the bloody line of people waiting behind?
• People queuing for their friends/relatives. Seriously people, no wonder the friggin queue never moves! Once someone finally, leaves the changing room, suddenly out of nowhere, friend here joins her other friend in the queue and moves into the line and into the changing room. I mean, WTF? I literally had this face on. Seriously guys. WTF is up with that? Can't people be a little more damn considerate? What queues need are, "One person queues for one person". Don't stand there and then when it's almost your turn, your whole damn family joins in.

• Their friends/relatives bringing in another 3 sets of clothes to try on. Oh great, just when I thought you were going to take at least 20 minutes, another 15 minutes just got added onto that time. I mean, is this for real? 
• Their friends/relatives bringing in another what, 2 sets of clothes for their pals in the queue to try on. This sums up my frustration.

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Last night of my long weekend before back to school tomorrow, how exciting. But the main point of my post today is to mark a great accomplishment/achievement, whatever, yesterday. For the first time in my 17 years of life.

The day I "cooked" my/my brother's first lunch

Sunday was the day where for the first time, in 17 years of my life, I made my own lunch. It was also the day where I first learnt how to operate a microwave. Everyone was out to China so it was just me and my brother left at home. We woke up at noon and then after an hour, I decided to have lunch. I went into the kitchen and looked into the freezer compartment where I found some microwave spaghetti. Then I was thinking, "instant noodles or microwave?" I stood there fora few minutes weighing up the pros and cons - Instant noodles requires a pot of water over the stove which I have no idea how to operate, not to mention, fire. So, there, I decided then to use the microwave. And here goes my short but painful journey towards learning the basics of the microwave. 
First step - opening the microwave door. Where the hell is the damn "open" button? Oh, apparently it was right below all the other list of buttons, this odd looking clicky shaped thing. I took the noodles out and placed them into the microwave and then looked at all the buttons - defrost, dinner, pastries, reheat, etc. Oh wow, why can't they just make three simple buttons "Stop" "Start" "Timer". So I decided to click reheat and set it to 4 minutes and clicked start. It wouldn't start. I tried it again. It wouldn't start. Okay, so it wasn't as easy as I thought. Then I tried other random buttons and then start, it wouldn't work. What? So then I decided to skype video call Vivien and Joycelyn who proved to be no help at all, other than laughing at my incompetence and failed attempt to start the microwave.

Then I moved to googling which didn't prove to be much of a help either and by then, I was already getting quite frustrated, mainly because I was stuck in the kitchen with a frozen noodle pack in the microwave, burning hot with no fan or anything, for 15 minutes. And then I thought of something genius - call my helper. And of course the plan failed when she didn't pick up my call. It was like being stuck o remote island in the middle of nowhere with only a coconut in your hand. You can't open it but you want to eat/drink it.

By then I was already pretty annoyed with the whole situation so I just randomly clicked the "dinner" button and clicked start and wala, it worked! It felt amazing that after 15, 20 minutes of trying to operate the damn thing (Where are the manuals when you need them?!) I can finally reheat my food to eat. It was set 7 minutes but apparently I think I only needed 4 so I stopped it when there was 2 minutes left and took it out. The problem then was finding the damn hand muffs which were hidden in the huge kitchen somewhere. After a minute or 2, I found it, stashed away behind all the snacks on the rack. Waallaaaaa, I could finally eat.

I did the same with my brother's food and then he handled it himself. After that, I washed up my dish and went back to tumblring. Oh joy, I can now live for a day without anyone at home. I swear, that damn microwave is not for the first timers in the kitchen. The number of options and buttons on that machine is insane but hey, proof that I am a genius and that I managed to figure it out all by myself.

So that marks the end of my first "cooking" experience. A great sense of accomplishment I have not felt in a looooong time. I might just try out the instant noodles the next time I'm left in the house again. Might.
And I believe I forgot to mention, my rents' and everyone in the Tang family, oh boy they were proud.
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