They Who are Hong Kongers

The last time I was in Hong Kong... I think that was during Summer break in 1998. I was there with my parents and my memory takes me as far as me trying to do the disappearing act now and again..... No prizes for guessing why.

13 Dec - 17 Dec 2004

Hong Kong is a shopper's paradise. You want cheap cheerful sh**? There is Temple Street, Woman Street and wherever. These market places are good for adolescence days shopping - cute, cheap imitations - when one is at mummy's financial mercy for frivilous shopping. Those days are long gone. Bring me my Gucci, Dior and Atsuro Tayama (forget about Prada. What has become of that brand...)! The Marco Polo Hotels (Hong Kong, Prince and Gateway) are strategically located in the heart of these designer boutiques in Kowloon. In fact, press 2 on the lift of Marco Polo HK and it takes you to Lane Crawford.

Honey, no worries about me getting lost. Just find me in one of these boutiques.

Retail therapy? Not what I had hoped for. It is winter collection now and SA is in the midst of Summer. How depressing! It is ridiculous to pay exhorbitant amount of money for clothes to store them for another 6 months before using them. By then, it will be "so last season". Well, I guess the good news is, I didn't end up exploding my credit card again. But that's fine. There's always London in February.

The Hong Konger's exaggerated fashion sense amused me. They are so desperate to do the "winter-look" that it was hilarious looking at these heavily-clad individuals walking down the streets with turtlenecks, furs, bomber jackets, scarfs etc. like it is oh-so-cold. Yeah. Cold alright. 20 degrees celcius. For the love of God! Some sense and sensibility please! However, I suspect the joke was on me as I walked out in sleeveless top and received unwelcoming stares. The stares got abit too discomforting for my liking. Fine. I went back to my room and grabbed my autumn unlined trench coat to "fit in". Boy oh boy. My bacons sure did sizzle.

Never liked 'em, never hated 'em. Perhaps neutral.... more inclined towards dislike. Unless needed, association with 'em is better avoided. Acid people. A quick fix suicide method of dying with a dagger on your back.

Now I remember why I temporarily opted out of Asia....

But those thoughts are better left unsaid.