1 July: kitchen rediscovered & hospital visit

The house we were living in was huge. It had three levels and tow kitchen (one at ground level, one on level one).
The ground level was our casual living space. That was where most of the cooking was done too.
In comparison, the other kitchen was more like a conservatorium. Why? Although it is tucked at the back of the house, through a dark hidden alleyway, it opened up into a bright and airy space thanked to it's "glass roof". It's isolation had made it the much less frequented kitchen.
One day, MD & I were debating the cleaniness, or the lack of SF's use of the main kitchen when we "rediscovered" the hidden space. We were delighted! May be SF could migrate her soup making here or we could make our meals here from now on.
We started exploring the long forgotten cupboards. There was even a dishwasher. There were dishes in there! Filthy ones! One particular plate had shredded carrots and dried up bits of wakame attached! I couldn't believe it. I didn't think I have had wakame lately. So someone had been using the hidden gem of a kitchen and leaving it in a sickly mess!
"Save the kitchen!"
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Us three had to travel by bus to the hospital for "observation" / "training" again. Public transport had always been terrible - masses of people with minimal buses servicing the area. I hardly ever notice which number bus I took. I just follow MD and SF. I thought I've lost them in amongst the crowds. I did. I got ont he bus though. I thought it was #216.
Anyway, I managed to get off at the hospital. Since I've lost them, I couldn't "observe" with them. I joined another girl - a chubby girl with sandy dirt blonde hair, who thoguht she knew better. We made rounds in the hospital, and as we came into this particular section, we were given and told to consume a tablet before we could enter the next room. Must had been to prevent some kind of disease. She took it, I saw the package the tablet was in - it said something very similar to aspirin or I should say, it was a drug, not aspirin, but derived from something v similar to it. That thought actually consumed more time than my automatic reaction of swallowing the pill. It was in before I knew it, " I should not take this! I am allergic to it!"
Right on cue, my airway started to swell up and I started wheezing, more wheezing, and then gasping. The supervisor also realised something was wrong and quickly got an airway and stuck it "live" into my throat! Did it hurt? It was too quick to register. Instantly, ample air flowed through my lungs & I could breathe again.
They put me on a bed in the recovery room. I had a feeling SF and MD already left the hospital, as by then it was four in the afternoon. By the time I "recovered" it had long passed home time and I had to catch the bus / or busses (with interchanges) back by myself. "What number bus?" I thought. It would be easy if I could get the straight bus. That hour of the day though, I didn't think the stright bus would be running anymore. I was trying very hard to remember all the bus changes we had to make one time.
"what numbers were they?"

18 June: scarf @ charity shop?

i had all my junk scattered around the school... after i left, my stuff were still scattering around... and 2 days after i left, i returned to the school for a visit...
the school had been turned into a charity thrift shop!
"that looks familiar!" it was my big handknitted purple scarf...
and a stroll around the corner... "that looks familiar too!" it was my other skinny handknitted purple scarf!
"excuse me, these are MY handknitted scarf... i knitted them"
could i take them back?
hmm... no.... they belong to the charity thrift shop now...
"but they were mine... i handknitted them..."

I guess I should always clean up after myself and not let things lie around everywhere.

17 June: stolen wallet!

I was carrying my harrods bag again, not exactly really, as it was of the same design but with out scottie and westie. I had another bag with me as well, must have been an environmentally friendly bag. The department store was very Japanese. I felt as though I was in Tokyu Hands. THe merchandise though was no where near as kitsch. I would classify it as very "mainland" (pre double digit growth period). The funny things was that I had to leave my bag in a shelfing compartment - like going to the gym. I happily did so and forgot about my bags. I went wandering around, looking at very "mainland" bed sheets, clothing etc etc. The entire experience felt very "golden -yellow" - must be the lighting, it felt like I was in the beehive gallery but much bigger with split levels.
Then I came back to the shelf. My bags were there. My wallet was GONE! I was actually expecting it to happen. It just brought me back to the time when I got so engrossed in shopping at Witchery for shoes that my wallet got "removed" from my bag without me noticing.
The next thing I remember, I was frantically trying to call all the card centre to cancel my Mstercard, Visacard etc. Mum was by myside, she was helping me call too. We were standing under a highway underpass, similar to the one we always wait for the bus at Causeway Bay. Grey and gloomy & polluted, everything had a grey tone to it. Then I realised I was actaully in mainland China - not big cities like Beijing, but more obscure ones where not many people spoke English.
We tried all these different phone numbers on my mobile which led to nothing, and I was starting to panick. We reached a Visa hotline, but got connected to this private number. The guy answering the phone was half asleep and wanted to sell us stuff. Then we tried to call a HK Visa number, and it got connected to the wrong department. I was balling my eyes out begging him to cancel my card or let me know the number to do so, as we only had several dollars of credit left on the mobile.