Travel Hong Kong! (Part.2)

Before I forget, please do allow me to lansi my first jewellery which I was conned into buying. It’s a red garnet stone which cost me HKD150 (RM70).

How? My tour group was brought into one of Hong Kong’s Jewellery outlets. A spokesperson
gave us a short briefing and prompted us with a few easy questions. I accidentaly blurted out
the right answer and he gave me a card, which supposedly enables me to redeem for a ”free
gift”. Well, I’m the king of kiam and I know nothing comes free.
Nothing good that is.

And I was right. I went to the counter and was presented with 2 things. One was a garnet stone
that came with white gold (see above), while the other was just a miserable red looking pebble
in a small plastic bag.
Need I say more? With so many people eyeing me, I succumbed to societal pressure. The rest is history.

The market in Hong Kong is so clean, it makes our markets look dirty. Then again, how much dirtier could it be compared to now? Our markets are so dirty it makes Yo’ Mama
look like Jennifer Aniston.
Damn, that was a bad mama joke.

One thing I must say is that the Hong Kong police are really efficient. You get senarios like patrol bikes honking their way through the busy streets just to attend to the public’s need, no matter how small it is. Even for something simple such as a car parking too near to another car also need police help. Paiseh.

I got a chance to visit this place called ”Lui Yan Kai”, which translates into Women’s Street. Yea, you might have guessed it by now. All the haggling and bargaining ala
Petaling Street style is what this place is all about.
And no, you can’t look at naked chicks here okay.

I went to this super-secret shop with my relatives to buy some fake watches and designer bags. This is after all, what Hong Kong is great for. Cheap fakies! For some reasons, they call their fake stuff fakies.

I bought myself a SWISS NAVY watch. You know, those silver colour type that looks damn
yeng? Whoever have heard of Swiss Navy?? I certainly haven’t. Sorry la, ulu la me.

Guess how much it cost? ONLY RM10! Great, so now everyone knows I wear cheap fake
watch. And the best part was, after making the purchase and walking a few steps away from
the shop, the chrome started coming off.
This rocks so much, it makes rock music sound like Yo’ Mama snoring.

There are literally THOUSANDS of people roaming the streets at any given time. I mean, do these people even rest or some shit? Everybody is just walking everywhere!

We stopped by this clothing shop and had a little chat with the owner. I must say, Hong Kong people are rather chirpy and inquisitive in nature. They just kept asking us
about our background, what we do and stuff. They even asked us about our salary.

I told the boss that I was a movie star. She actually believed me for awhile, until I started
laughing. Gotta work on my serious face skillz.

Somehow or rather, I seem to find the Hong Kong chicken rice extremely appetizing. They are
wayyyy better than the ones you can get in Malaysia. However, price also wayyy better.
A plate of chicken rice can cost you up to HKD40+. That’s about RM20 for a plate of chicken
rice. SIONGS ON MY WALLET, DUDE!

Lucky not I pay. :D

This dude over here obviously thinks he’s too cool for the public. Shades in a restaurant, AT
NIGHT?? Too lansilanyongtaufoo la this guy. Somebody ought to spank his skinny orange
ass.

STAR-WATCH! I was hoping to get a glimpse of a TVB star or Jackie Chan throughout my stay here. But, fat hopes. Look who I saw instead.

Look familiar? This guy is the arch-villian in Stephen Chow’s Kung Fu Hustle. Yeah, he’s the main old-man-bad-guy-who-can’t-seem-to-die. And I’m 150% sure it’s him, so don’t start going Nazi all over me.

Well, at least I can say I SAW a star.

There was this shop which I visited called BABILA. Maybe it was actually meant to be Babi-lah! A Malaysian entreuprenuer in Hong Kong lah.
Well, I guess such a name is fitting for this shop. Why? Because got alot of babi-bullshit prices.

First, set a damn kow high price. Then slash it and cut prices down by nearly 200% and stick
a Chinese New Year sale tag on it. That’s some babi-licious pricing there all right. What
a strategy.

I took a walk around and I saw this picture hanging on the wall.

HOLY SHIT ASS!

I couldn’t bear the sight of some huge fat ass staring at my face, although I did manage to find
the time to take a proper decent shot.

But then, the worker of the BABILAND shop also decided to flash abit of skin to me!

Woah, this is even worst than my secondary school days of wearing seluar longgar. If the
back like that, in front sure can see the rainforest already. Yum.
Uh, I mean YUCKS.

Meet the Fockers. Gaylord M. Focker owns this place I tell ya.

Here is a picture of me playing a Playstation 3.

Ironically, I’m playing as Daniel Radcliffe in Harry Potter. Daniel playing Daniel. Why am I
not getting paid millions?? Gah. *pulls hair*

Don’t pray pray. Back at airport also got old aunty playing PS3 ok. I thought my eyes were
playing tricks on me. But they weren’t. The funny part was that she doesn’t have the slightest clue on how to work that machine. She’s just hogging the controller because everyone else was hogging one.

Talk about technology savvy for all, eh?