Flight stewardess kept asking if we wanted chicken or the lamb lion for lunch. That's right, lion.

Rwar!

All the way from the front seat to the back of the cabin, I could hear her shrill voice going, "Chicken, beef or lamb lion?"
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I'm coming home, I've done my time.

Home! Home! Home!

I've watched almost all movies on the plane.

Now for the foreign shows with bad subtitles.

Yay!
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I've stopped counting. Is it wrong?

At Banana Joe's.

If you're around the area, gimme a message.
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Blackthorn by the pints. Many many pints.

You have no idea how many edits this post took.

Seriously.
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Braised beef tendon noodle + shrimp wanton soup

Chunks of soft, chewy beef tendon braised in soy sauce and served with the skinniest yet springy wanton noodles.
(HK$43)

Shrimp wantons swimming in delicious MSG soup.
(HK$27)

89, Hennessy Road. G/F, Wanchai, Hong Kong. (T: 2527 7476)

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All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go!

At Changi, waiting for the boarding call.

To Hong Kong this time, will be eating lots.

I pre-emptively apologise for my food tweets.

Maybe even pics, if I learn how to operate chopsticks and a camera at the same time.

See you in a few hours!

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At the airport. Waiting again.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.
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Ugh! Remake of "Bodyguard"?!

Just heard on the taxi's radio -

Someone's remaking "Bodyguard" with Hugh Jackman!

Ugh!
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Eagle has landed, again!

Short hop from Sydney to Melbourne.

Flight was supposed to be at 12 noon, was delayed.

Grrrr, Qantas.

Anyway, here I am! In Melbourne. Or as some people might say, "Melburm". *snortle*

Domestic airports are generally painless, since there are no long lines for immigration checks.

It was freezing last night in Sydney, I'm getting to be such a wuss. But secretly, I like the cold.

I will be in Melbourne over the weekend. Will be doing touristy things.
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Are horoscopes a science?

I almost kicked someone out of a workshop today.

He declared psychology was not a science, and that there was no proof that it is.

Rather than get drawn into a crazy conversation that the rest of the class would not be bothered about, I asked if he would accept years of peer review and robust research as proof?

No, he said.

So what would? I asked.

Horoscopes get years of peer review and robust research, too, he replied.

Yeah, but are horoscopes a science?
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The eagle has landed!

In Sydney for a few days.

Played PeeVeeZee on the plane, non-stop.

Brains, more brains!
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Its 6am, and I've been at the airport for an hour!

Yawn.
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