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your heart loves.
oh you know me



-weisi

31.12
my space, my thoughts. (:

i'm thinking of

a first class honours
the faceshop
apple itouch
a decent pair of earbuds
a new bag
a new mobile phone
kbox session with the girls
yoshiki
reita
tiffany & co.
vivienne westwood
ebony and ivory
learning the guitar
picking up squash
the sweet people in her life
you you you (:

your notes



listening to

[you found me] the fray
[fearless] taylor swift
[chizuru] the gazette
[i.v.] x japan
[cassis] the gazette
[i'll be your love] nicole kea
[endless rain] x japan
[the last song] x japan

lifethreads

aaron
angie
cha sing
ellen
felicia
inSing
lil creations
li qiang
meishan soulmate
michelle
png hang
promise
sip@sim
stephanie
teddy
the gazette
the simplest aphrodisiac
verina
visualshoxx
wendy
yoshiki
you and whose army
youths online

remind me of


with thanks to

Orangeeeeyy Missyan

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

This comes by request of a certain Ms Twang.

Soulmate, Hong Kong was fun.
All was not sweet and rosy of course.
Nothing is.

The airport is huge. Their MTR is fabulous. Imagine actually having breathing space in a city with a population double that of ours on the train, even during peak hours. The location map is so user-friendly that even an idiot would have no problem navigating the route. We have much to learn. Cable cars are apparently the exact opposite. They supposedly have a reputation of breaking down around three times per month, leaving passengers stranded up in the air for three hours at least. They can also fall off if you're lucky enough. The friendly tour guide even helpfully reminded us to bring plastic bags with us. Just in case, you know.

The first two days were just memories full of RAIN.
My goodness, we were even lucky enough to be stranded in a restaurant with the infamous Black Rain pouring, flooding the whole of HK to the knee depth and washing away most of restaurant property on the first floor.
There was also Madam Tussauds (I got to see Jay Chou, Jackie Chan and even feel Andy Lau's heartbeat), the night view on the Peak and literally taking a shower while on a City ride on an open top bus dressed in a really horrible yellow plastic raincoat. Not exactly the best of fashion statements.

Speaking of fashion.
FASHION.
I walked my arse off.
I have never walked so much in my life.
HK is just meant for walking because that's the best way to take in the sights and culture.
It also helps in the discovery of stores and shops. I didn't get much clothes but the few I got are the best value I've seen. I feel cheated shopping in Singapore already.

Walking usually equates to less pounds but guess what, that doesn't work.
The food is too good to ignore and pass by.
Fermented beancurd, barbecued squid, egg balls, char siew bun, chee cheong fun, fried large intestines and so much more. I can't even begin listing it all. The beancurd stenched before you even got near but it was great, especially with the sauces. No wonder it's famous. Pity I missed the teahouse (cha chan ting) and the almond paste dessert. That would have topped the lot.

The bummer was actually Disneyland.
Being over the age of princess fascination just didn't help matters.
Taking pictures with Mickey and Minnie was cute.
Riding the carousel.
I don't think so.
At least I can now say I've been to Disneyland, even if it is the cheapest, smallest and only Disney suffering losses.

HK hotel rooms are small beyond comprehension.
No, small won't even do the word justice.
It was basically a square area which miraculously manages to squeeze in two beds, a bathroom, a baggage area, bedside tabletop and a window view.
All that in a room that's just slightly bigger than my toilet.
Amazing space saving talent, I say.

HK people are a pushy lot.
They shove past you on the streets, umbrella, bags and all.
They're also rather glib. I even came across one man who tried to act cute and made me waste HK$230 on this really obiang looking HK souvenir plate with my picture printed on it.
Hey, it was buy it or leave it with Mr Weirdo. I didn't have much choice.
I'm glad I had a light breakfast that morning because he just killed lunch smack in the middle.
But they're friendly and helpful at least.
Even with my rather limited Cantonese, which isn't really all that bad.
I swear.

I'm so stuffed and tired that I can't remember everything that happened.
Oh, I saw Jackie Chan's yacht while cruising on the Sampan and his property on the Peak, which was seated together with others of the rich and famous. There's also apparently a beach which is a hit with star-struck girls because it's actually a great platform for the resident movie mogul to talent-spot the next big thing.

I suddenly remember that I need to change my passport.
I got held up at every single airport checkpoint.
One customs officer even glanced at it before saying 'Last time you plump arh?'
Oh my god.

HK, I want to go back there again. (:

I've got so many things to give!
-pictures to be updated soon, hopefully-


-si @ 2:02 AM