how did it come to this?
The day i became a star part 1
oh well what can i say. start hittin me folks. anyway, friday was fat's bday. woke up early(12) and went to her house. program list of the day? fatz home, esplanade, marina for dinner, homebound. so off we went to the esplanade for some photo taking. there we were, having a blast under the rain, taking pictures of ourselves in poses silly to any passerby when suddenly this photographer, this hongkonger came up to us and uttered to us in what seemed to be english. pretending we understood what he was saying, we nodded and he then started arming himself(with his camera duh). so that's what he wants. obligingly we smiled somemore and posed in what to be silly poses to any passerby(some more). 2mins, a whole bunch of cantonese (by him), more rain and another photographer later, we were done. then came the hard part - we needed to communicate. so in halting speech i assumed to be hongkong english(not speaking in sentences but words), we made an exchange of info. rather it was him who gave us his card, asked us to drop him some mail (how he would understand the mail i have no idea), and he'll send us the pictures. my first encounter with stardom.
my second brush with stardom came in the form of a huge black african named antony. he speaks english(thank god!!!), well english we understand anyway and asked us to pose with the bronze statues outside the esplanade. so being the good sport we were, we smiled, pretended to be good friends with the bronzemen, and got ourselves even wetter. throughout he kept telling us we were "cute", have "nice smiles" and "nice names". oh well. stardom.
stardom comes with its downsides. as any star will agree, the paparazzi is a thing to dread. especially when you're out, trying to have fun with your friends. this well happened to us as well. this time it came in the form of an american photographer (assumed from his accent and behavior). we were resting on the seats, waiting for siyun and liren to arrive and he came up and snapped and snapped and snapped - in our faces. we were too busy being embarressed to do anything else. as if on cue, all the other photographers lying in wait pounced on us, snapping away like camera crazed kids(okay so that didnt happen and im just uttering nonsense but exxageration aside its true!)(one can always imagine).
afterwards we made our way to marina. the guys as usual were late. that's an irritating bunch for you. it's okay to keep people waiting for a while, sometimes, but to do that every single time we meet up and make us wait for ever is NOT the way. *disapproving glare*. call themselves guys. bah. that aside, we made our own way there, without the guys. i guess im not in a position to judge but if you're invited to someone's birthday party, aren't you supposed to wish that someone first thing you reach and not settle yourselves down and eat? so there.
went to clarke quay after that, without the guys and xy but with shanz and mingtiong. nice romantic spot. that being said...ARGH! nice romantic spots only serve to add to the lovelorn's loneliness. anyway it wasn't that bad cause there were friends with me, close friends. watched the reverse bungy jumping, the interesting ice-cream vendor, the outside of a "haunted house", pubs, diners, boats, hawker stalls etc etc.
