A few things:
* I had a great two weeks when I happily ignored everything else.
* So many things to catch up on..
* The weather sucks.
* Two essays and a resume await.
* I need to take IELTS and revise a bunch of law papers in May.
* Dad is making me pay for a new HDTV.
* I am hopelessly in love, this has never happened before.
Pictures are always good prompts for entries, this year I finally notice the house’s minimal effort in decorating for Chinese New Year. These decorations are gifts from the Post Office, which are surprisingly cute. 
This is the year of the rat.
Two Cai-shens (literally: god of wealth)
Oh, did I mention I sort of made them too?
I have mentioned this once on LJ, but I’m uploading my poetry homework on my random writing journal adduptowords. Constructive criticisms are good because apparently I’m not too good at it. 
Valentine’s Day will be close behind. My plan for that day this year will probably be, like every other year, non-existent. I don’t really mind. I am not one to do romance for just one day in the entire year or one to get hammered because of loneliness.
I have just renewed bittersky.org. I guess that mean I should get on with the updating. :…:
Well, I will write up and add the entries for New Year holidays.
On a brighter note, clickable smilies now work with comments! 
“Are you traveling alone?” I was asked this question again when I checked in for the flight to London at the airport. I said yes and talked more with the girl. People who work at the HKIA are always extremely friendly. I like them.
Anyway, during the 12 hours flight I didn’t sleep much primarily because I didn’t feel well. I watched quite a few films: Spider-Man 3, Evan Almighty, Freedom Writers, Peter Pan and Little Mermaid. All of them entertained me greatly, especially Peter Pan. There were so many underlying themes going on and it was brilliant.
The plane arrived at London Gatwick about 30 minutes late. As someone had told me that I might miss the plane to Dublin, I ran through the way to Immigrations. I was slightly irritated because I was asked too many questions and was thought of as a possible illegal immigrant, and I had always been treated nicely by those officials in Scotland. You would think illegal immigrants would not do something as stupid as going through immigrations with a genuine passport.
By the time I got through, there was a rather static long queue at the Ryanair counter occupying the whole check-in zone. 15 minutes before supposed departure of my flight, I was still in the middle of the queue. We were informed of delays a few times. I was knackered, and worried because I had no way to get in touch with Michael at that point. In the end, the plane departed at 1:20am which was 4 hours late.
I fell into a coma on the plane and woke up to find myself nearly in Dublin. All passengers were tired but it clearly wasn’t over for us yet. We waited at the baggage reclaim area for another 20 minutes before getting the luggage. I walked out at 3:30am, I think. And the first thing on my mind was to get a seat, calm myself down and try to stop coming up with plans to avenge Ryanair.
Michael came and greeted me after a few moments. We walked outside and waited for a taxi in the cold. It was about 20 degrees colder than in Hong Kong but I didn’t care too much - I was too busy complaining about the delay and how long we had been waiting for a taxi.
We got to the hotel and yes, we couldn’t get in! I must say, though, this wait was a lot shorter than the ones I have had on this very day. Hello Dublin, thank you for providing me a bed. Good night. 
To start with, I owe someone a favour:
This sign means to stop the car, the arrow is not pointing at the direction the car should go. I was the only one who did not know what it actually means before I nearly got someone killed. We are laughing about it now, but I can recall freaking out at that moment. The hysteric laughters were only to hide my nervousness and endless embarrassment. I cannot believe such silliness was forgiven.
I can remember someone I used to care a lot looking at a short piece of my writing. He read it aloud, and asked me what it meant in a questioning manner, as if I was trying to conceal something or hide things from him. I found it very insulting. Explaining wouldn’t be a problem (although, without a basic understanding of each other any explanations would be useless), but it never felt good to be suspected. This was a trifle I had ignored which had caused some unpleasant consequences. Trifles tell you a lot about people, and I have grown to trust observations. Friendship and/or relationship wise, if you don’t get along, you don’t get along. And getting along is really the most important thing of all. If you argue all the time, it will not work.
Why am I saying all this? I do not know. Maybe I enjoy being random or cryptic (not so in this case)? I have recently realised the importance of keeping track of your thoughts, regardless of how silly or embarrassing they are. Here it goes.