The street outside our hotel
A lil out of it from the flight
The best view ever
My big aunt and her husband
First group picture of the trip
Hallway of brands
Hallway of brands hotel lobby
Halfway through the water fountain show, I turned around and saw this 2 jokers doing this. Too cold, they said.
Macau was, startling, bewildering and yet wonderful in a way which made me tingle from the inside. It wasn't just the cold, but the whole FWEELING of it. The fweeling of wanting to skip in your boots and giggling at the same time, yet all you could do was huddle against the wind cause it was so cold. The first night was strange, but in a good way.
The erm, older generation shared about their kampong days over dinner and all of us were shocked to learn that aunt cazel (the youngest one in the family) was the one in charge of killing snakes which appeared on their kampong porch and that big ah-yee had to put up with the embarrassment of carrying ducklings in a paper bag on board the bus while they chirped endlessly because it was either that or no duck for new year at all.
Once again, I thank God for technology.
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