Words | Mischief | Angelo

Bunky's words are really coming along.  Sort of.  A few new ones popped up this week: "Boppy" (Poppy, the cat), "May!" (May, his nanny), "Bye bye", "Ball", "Baaaaaa" (that's "Bath", actually) and "Down" (when he wants to get on the floor). Tonight's pre-bedtime conversation was rather amusing.  Some people may find it more amusing than others...

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Me: "George, say Momo? Aunty Momo?  Momo?"

George: "Momo.  Momo."

Me: "Good boy!  Say 'Jane'?  'Jaaaane'"

George: "Nah."

Me: "George, come on - say 'Jane'?"

George: "Naaaah."

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Sorry Aunty Jane.  I'm not making it up - your beloved sister was standing right there.

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A few cellphone photos of the Bunkymeister the other day.  I got home a little early on Friday, and as I got changed, George took it upon himself to snoop around the drawers and under the bed.  Apologies for the quality of these - they were taken on my phone in somewhat crappy light:

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I'll leave you with a few photos of my friend and fellow camera nut, Angelo.  On Friday night we wandered around Central taking random photos and playing with different lenses - good fun.  I lasted until about 9pm and then came home.  Angelo finished up at 4am.  I am getting olllllllld.

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More visitors, more photos

Michael and Andres came to visit us for a few days - they arrived on Wednesday (kicking Katy and Sam out in the process) and left about half an hour ago.  We had a great time catching up with them, and they seemed to enjoy their time in Hong Kong (I assume they weren't lying about it...) We took them to one of our favourite places, Bistro Manchu in Elgin St, Soho - great food as always:

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Michael and Rachel

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Andres

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Crikey the food at this place is good

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We were going to go for a bit of a wander around the streets, but Rachel suggested that we all head up the Peak Tram to try and get a look at the city.  Although the tram ride was awesome (it's the world's steepest incline for a cable car), the city was shrouded in a thick fog - and we saw pretty much nothing...

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Walking through the deserted wet market on the way to the tram.  That's Andres in the foreground, with Rachel and Michael just ahead of him.

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Andres' reflection in the window of the tram on the way up

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The fog at the Peak was ridiculous - Michael, Rachel and Andres were about 5 metres from me when I took this photo

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Not a lot else really - George coped admirably with the second wave of visitors and happily destroyed any Lego towers that Michael or Andres dared to build.

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Naturally, I'll leave you with a few photos of his majesty:

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Storytime with Rachel.  Note the super casual crossed legs.

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He still hasn't worked out how to get into the kitchen, thank goodness.

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Under the couch | Dancing Paddy

Katy and Sam arrived on Saturday afternoon and George wasted no time in making Sam the "go to guy" for getting his toys out from under the couch: .

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And now, just because I can... I give you "Dancing Paddy on a Swiss Ball" (I have maintained a level of pixelation in order to protect the innocent):

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New hoodie

Modelling the birthday hoodie that Aunty Kristine and Uncle Josh gave him a few weeks ago. In the full length photos, he is (of course) dancing to the soulful tunes of Handy Manny, the Spanish Disney Tool Guy. .

Don't look too closely at this photo.  You might see his "morning hair dreadlocks".

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"Let's see... do we have all the tools?  Come on tools - LET'S DANCE!"  (Seriously, G's tool truck actually says this.  Someone at Disney is on crack)

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Yes George, another photo.  Smile or you don't get any lunch.

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Weekend randomness

Nothing much to report other than the weather being horrible and Bunky having a bit of a cold.  Here's a compilation of random photos from the last few days (I'm still working out how to edit photos properly with Aperture, so forgive me if the colours look a bit wonky). .

Clockwise from left:  The gorgeous flowers from Aunty Kristine and Uncle Josh, George inspecting the contents of his toy box, George about to give the sleeping cats a rude awakening...

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Rachel and George on our walk down the hill this morning

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L: George watching a bit of TV from the comfort of Rachel's lap /  R: Ben hanging out on top of the kitchen cupboards

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Hong Kong parks:  It's all about having fun

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What? The City of Las Vegetables?

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A Hong Kong Wedding Banquet

I've been to a few weddings in Hong Kong, but last night was the first time that I had charged on and actually attended to formal banquet.  One of our group's secretaries (Queenie) got married yesterday (well, technically they had a wedding sans the legal wedding ceremony - it's a long story), and she very kindly invited me along. Wedding banquets are relaxed affairs, but the order of events and the food served is pretty much set in stone.  I was lucky enough to be sitting with my workmates, who were all very eager to talk me through the whole thing.

The whole shaboodle kicked off at around 5pm, when the mahjong and cards begin. This is called the "reception", and if it wasn't for Philip letting me know that it wasn't the Western "reception" (i.e. drinks and nibbles), I might have ended up relearning to play mahjong and losing all of the money in my wallet (oh yes, they play for cash...)

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Ok, so the shot of the fish head probably wasn't necessary, but I couldn't resist.

During the games component of the reception, the bride and groom are pretty much a fixture at the front of the room, and as people enter the venue, they get shuttled to where the bride and groom are so that they can get formal photos with them (every guest has at least one formal photo with the bride and groom - it's pretty cool). I got my photo taken with them, then Philip and I had one with them (Philip and I both work with Queenie), and then the entire table from my work joined in for a group shot.

After that, there's a little bit of milling about before the banquet begins - videos and slideshows were played, and Queenie and Calvin left the room and then reentered it for the dinner.  Here's a fairly random assortment of photos from that time:

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Top left is mother of the bride, bottom left is the rose petal holders that were used for Queenie's entrance into the banquet room, and bottom right is a pack of cards from one of the card playing tables.

After the brief speeches and whatnot, the banquet formally began with a suckling pig served at each table.  Bloody delicious.  This was followed by shark fin soup (which I passed on), and then a trainload of other dishes - but the suckling pig really was the standout.

Once dinner was over, the bridal party circulated around the tables for toasts and photos, and then dessert was served up (along with a plate of oranges - I think there is some traditional reason for this, but I'll have to check).  To end proceedings, Queenie, Calvin and their families lined up by the door to say goodbye and thank you to all the guests on the way out - a nice way to end the evening.

Here are a few more photos from the night, in no particular order:

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The girl with the wine glass and in that last photo is Suki - Queenie's sister and the other group secretary.

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Finally - and this was actually taken before the wedding - here's one of my partner in crime last night, Philip.  I took this one of him in his new studio in Causeway Bay.  How cool are those purple walls?

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Cabinets, Visitors, Blurry photos

The poor little fellow is still a bit sick at the moment, but when he's awake he's still pretty much his happy old self (well, a snottier, raspier version of himself).  He's started to crawl with purpose now, and has discovered that by plonking himself on his knees, there is a whole new world of stuff to play with.  This particular cabinet is full of our good wine glasses, and has now been secured with a rather ugly set of plastic cable ties: .

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On Saturday, Jacq and Tristan came through for a day's stopover en route to London - George had a lovely day with his new friends. Here's one of Jacq reading George one of his favourite Hairy MacLary books:

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Here's one that was sitting on the memory card - Granny B and George playing on the grass.  Granny B was plucking little flowers and blowing them through the air at George (look just in front of his nose):

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And finally this one - we had a game of Chase around the lounge yesterday. When he's at full speed, it's pretty much impossible to focus the camera on him.  So here's his slightly blurry manic face:

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