Macau Chronicles 2012: Part 6

The last section of my trip comes to you not from HK but rather from Macau. To be fair, I was only in Macau for a day but the last week of Hong Kong was boring to the point where there wasn’t really anything fun worth mentioning.


I needed to look back through my photos to recall what I actually did in Macau. Most of it was just sight-seeing and to be fair there wasn’t really anything interesting to do in Macau anyway; well on the normal residential side of town. It was good to finally not be in a crowded place. The streets of Macau are mostly paved with stones from the Portuguese who were here…okay don’t ask me about history; but pretty much there was a lot of Portuguese-style architecture there, just as you would find British architecture in Hong Kong.




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HK Chronicles 2012: Part 5

Okay so that last post wasn’t that exciting. So this one will focus more on the fun things I did in Hong Kong. Note, I’ll deal with my shopping in a video once I get back to Australia. I didn’t really manage to do that many fun things with people while in Hong Kong; but I did spend a lot of time hanging out with different people while walking the streets of Hong Kong. It was a good change of pace hanging out with different people this time round (well nearly). Sometimes we know it becomes a bit dull being with the same people all the time (especially during the long four month summer break) so it was cool to have been able to do different things with different people.


Lan Kwai Fong

Essentially, LKF is the Hong Kong equivalent to King’s Cross, and other seedy places. Well to be honest, it didn’t seem that bad, although to be fair, walking around in a group of ten shouldn’t pose us as a weak target to any other groups of strangers. On the third night I was in Hong Kong I visited the area with a bunch of friends for dinner, and then drinks, and…let’s leave it at that. The place is void of Chinese people and instead was full of foreigners and other English speakers. Most of my relatives (a generation older) felt a bit uneasy when I told them I went there with friends to drink. On the other hands, my cousins asked to make sure I had actually gone haha. Some were a bit more conservative and wanted me to go just to see what it was like. It’s quite a rowdy district, especially late at night. Luckily we all left by 12am. Sadly, there is no good photo I can put up for this section.




Bike Riding

I can’t be bothered tracing back to the exact dates when I did things. On one day I went out to Tai Po and went bike riding with a different set of friends. It wasn’t that special an activity, although to be honest I hadn’t touched a bike like ten years prior to this event. But of course, you don’t forget how to ride a bike that easily so I was fine. Others, who at this point still have not ridden a bike, struggled a bit:



I thought it was interesting that it only took an hour for my friend to get the hang of it; compared to like the many more hours most of us might’ve spent as kids. It just sort of seemed more efficient this way to learn how to ride a bike in an hour at this age, rather than as a kid. I suppose the trade off then is that you don’t get to ride a bike as a kid, something I rarely did anyhow.


We rode all the way from the bike hire place down to Sha Tin which was perhaps about 12Km. It was quite a long ride even though it was along a near-straight path most of the time. There were a lot of other cyclists as well, some who were riding for fun in groups of friends or families, and other people who were doing serious training. The quality of he bike and their attire gave us a strong hint on what level they were at. Nothing hat interesting happened along the way; we had to take breaks along the way for our newbie and so our journey took longer than expected. I stacked some kid at some point because I suddenly decided to turn around (didn’t check my blind spot) and he wasn’t very good at braking or keeping his balance. He was fine, not that you could guess without me telling you. We were all very tired by the end of the day because we had to ride the bikes back to return them as well haha (a total of about 25Km).






Ocean Park

The very next day (yes most of us were still quite exhausted), we went to Ocean Park. The last time I went was a good 14+ years ago, so I had pretty much forgotten my experience. We got there heaps early to make the most of the day. We headed to as many rides as we could in the morning before people started coming and making the queues long. It didn’t take long for me to get into the rhythm for roller coasters. Having not been to many amusement parks, one would tend to think that I’m bad with roller coasters, I certainly thought so. But by about the fourth ride, that “dropping” feeling wasn’t that foreign to me, it was a quite pleasant adrenaline rush haha.


One new ride they opened this year was the “Hair Raiser”:



Didn’t really manage to capture a good section of the track but it was basic a rollercoaster which would also twist 360 degrees  as it went around those loops as well. We lined up for that one several more times because it was probably the most exhilarating ride of them all. Also went on the vertical drop ride; which was worse than what we expected because the ride faces towards the ocean and so when you try to look down, all you see is the ocean, rather than dry land, which made it all the more scary I suppose? It’s one of those rides where right before you hit the climax you think to yourself: “At the time it seemed like a good idea…” I don’t think anything gets worse than the vertical drop yes?


Food was kind of expensive there, as expected, so we all only ate a bit from a McDonald’s stall; it was still cheaper than any corresponding item in Australia. Another random thing to mention is that mainlanders LOVE to push in queues; we all had to wall off a lot to prevent those snobbish people from doing so. And to also think that it was adults who were pushing in, to go on a children’s ride, the sight is somewhat pathetic. I think at the end of the day, some of us are a bit too old to be going on these rides now. Even though it was my first day in a while going on rollercoasters, the thrill died pretty fast and to me, Ocean Park sort of does feel boring enough such that even if I did come again, it would only be to go on the new rides (probably should wait another 14 years again then haha).


It was a fun day though, we walked for most of the day, saw nearly all the things they had on display and when on other “scary” rides such as the “Escalator” and the “Cable Car” – man that last one is really scary when it just stops randomly over a big ditch and doesn’t move for a while. Here are some random photos:



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I suppose the other fun things I did in Hong Kong were small shopping dates either with friends or with cousins. One last random thing to end on is that I drank on a fair number of nights, mostly with relatives. That is, drinking, not getting drunk (huge difference). One of my uncles said that red wine is pretty cheap in Hong Kong (like $50 HKD a bottle) so most of the alcohol I consumed while in Hong Kong was just wine. I still prefer sake though. Anyhow that will do for now. All of these photos and many others can be found on my Facebook. A little over a week left in Hong Kong now.

HK Chronicles 2012: Part 4

It’s been more than a week since I’ve arrived in Hong Kong and so much has happened that I should probably jot my reflections down before I forget everything. The first three parts were of my travels back in 2009 before university started and since I don’t travel to Hong Kong much, I’d rather just continue the series.


This time I’ll be in Hong Kong for just under four weeks (if you checked the front page you would know); it’s my first time travelling by myself and not having my nagging parents with me. I’ll have to admit traveling by myself is totally…fine. Being sheltered by your parents is a bad thing most of the time I reckon and I’m really glad to be able to do what I want in Hong Kong, when I want, where I want, without them interjecting. My parents do call me here and there just to check up on me, and to update me on things I need to do for my relatives on their behalf and if they have things they want me to buy.


My main reason for coming to Hong Kong this time round is for shopping. I think I need to update my wardrobe again and from the money I’ve saved up from this year, this was a perfect opportunity to go. There were other favourable factors, such as the extremely high exchange rates favouring the Australian dollar, the fact that I’ll be graduating next year and probably won’t get another chance to go on a holiday, and the $6,000 that the HK government was offering (although sadly I found out that I was not eligible for it). Still this was not going to stop me from trying to enjoy my summer holidays.


My strategy this time round was to pack as little as possible and of course to buy everything there. That’s kind of a simple strategy; the only hard thing was forcing myself to buy clothes straight away. It was hard to look and decide what to buy straight away, especially when you haven’t really visited other stores and compared prices. So I bought some clothes to temporarily supplement the clothes I wore to Hong Kong. I think the first two days were rather rough for me. Arriving Tuesday night, I had to quickly set up a Hong Kong SIM (strangely you can still use WhatsApp internationally even with a different SIM), an octopus card, and then to arrange plans for the next morning. The very next day I had to lead a small Bible Study with other church people who were there as well, and then proceeded to go shopping and visit relatives.


At the moment I have a decently functioning base of operations at my uncle’s place. My cousin games a lot and so I have ready access to the Internet all the time. My uncle’s place is only a 2 minute walk from the train station which makes travelling very simple. In addition to my laptop, I brought my DSLR, and a compact camera. So unlike last time, I’ll actually be able to blog (when I’m free) and upload photos when I return to my uncle’s place (my poor laptop is struggling to keep up with all the work I need it to do). And then of course there’s Facebook and MSN, but most of you would’ve already seen my activity online anyhow.





Okay, time to start reflecting. Visited relatives from my dad’s side on like the second day I was in Hong Kong (the day right after I got off the plane). My uncle, who is quite aged now, was telling me about how important my family was amidst our extended family on my dad’s side. I’ve heard the story many times from my dad and my uncle told me approximately the same thing. He talked about how back in the days, education was a rare thing to come across, and because it was so rare it meant that finding it  was like finding treasure and had to be treated in an appropriate manner. At the time, my dad had managed to secure a position in a university which only catered for several hundred students; it was a very privileged thing to have, my uncle told me. And as such, my dad sort of carried the hope of his family, since his siblings didn’t have as good of an education. Long story short, me and my brother sort of carry that same hope that our relatives have “entrusted” to us because living in Australia provides much more life opportunities than say in Hong Kong. As such, the moral from the adults in the generation above me is that we shouldn’t take education for granted and try our best to study, get good marks, etc. Yes, it’s the same old things that any Asian kid gets told; having my uncle tell his side of the story made me appreciate his values a little more and I suppose I understand more about why our parents value education and study so highly.


My cousins tell me how they think it’s amazing that I’m studying a double degree, but in all honesty (and aside from the high school that I attended), studying a double degree is not that rare, nor that great a feat either. I suppose those of you who are only doing a single degree have simply chosen not to do a double degree, it is not beyond your ability. So it’s hard for me, and I suppose many other people, to “value highly” our education in Australia. I value it even less as a Christian because I’m convinced pursuing Christ is much more important than education or getting a job. So I guess I feel a bit bad that I cannot meet not only my parents’ expectations, but also the expectations of my extended family. They’ve sadly placed their hope in a kid who won’t really use the education opportunities he’s been given to their fullest. But I think that should be understandable. For us, we’ve grown up where everyone goes to school, and everyone goes to university; that’s our standard which is much higher than in other countries. But we’ve known no other lifestyle and so we can’t take to heart just how important it is to someone else in another country. Using a “bad” analogy, it’s like “some” students from Kings. I’ve seen some pretty obnoxious kids from that school (I know others who are nice people too) and a lot of us bag them out for their attitude. But technically, they’ve known no other lifestyle so there is some rationale for the way that they act. I guess bringing things back to us Asians, all we can try to do is show some level of intellectual understanding and appreciation for our parents’ values.





Mention this word to any Hong Kong resident and they’ll show you their racial prejudice against them. In Hong Kong the racial tension is quite strong because a lot of mainlanders flood into Hong Kong to (in a sense) take over all their commodities (mostly goods and accommodation). I don’t quite understand the situation that well since I haven’t really experienced any serious incidents where there was racial tension but it is quite apparent in Hong Kong. I guess other countries feel it too, where it seems that Chinese mainlanders are “invading” the country. Although that in itself is bad, the thing that gets me is their arrogance in foreign countries. In Hong Kong, mainlanders are good at disregarding other people for the simplest things such a honestly lining up in a queue (they love pushing in), or talking in public. I guess I could name several incidents which demonstrate this but that’s not the point of this paragraph.


Last Sunday I was asked by another uncle (who’s the head of the ING in Hong Kong) to attend a weeklong finance seminar for Chinese university students. I was told that very few students get selected to come and that it might benefit me since I’m studying something similar. Of course I was reluctant because I didn’t come here to study more, and to make things worse, the whole seminar would be conducted in Mandarin. I had every reason not to go, but since my uncle graciously offered me the chance to come, I suppose I had to show him respect and actually go.


I decided to go on Sunday for now just to see what it was about. And in short (my English is steadily getting worse that I’m starting ramble now) the seminar was completely not what I had expected. For UNSW students, the seminar was pretty much on basic FINS1612 stuff (like week 1 lecture material). My uncle presented the seminar (in Mandarin) on how businesses operate (eg: proprietorship, partnership, and corporation). But much to my surprise in thinking that it was all simple stuff, to the other 48 Chinese students (all at different stages in their university degree, including postgraduates) this was first time they’d heard about this. I then I learned that all these students were here because they had an interest in studying finance, but have no prior knowledge about it. The situation for me changed drastically in the afternoon when they started talking about insurance, and my uncle mentioned that I was an Actuarist, and then asked me to tell everyone else about the different types of insurance and how they work. Instantly getting upgraded to be a lecturer for ING had never felt more scary.


The one thing I noted by the end of the day was that everyone there was not like the obnoxious and arrogant Chinese students that we might’ve come across in Australia (I know of a few, not by name of course). Rather, these students showed so much humility in the way they valued their opportunity to be able to come to Hong Kong to learn 1612 stuff. It really challenged me to think about our differences. To me, this week long seminar was nothing more than first year uni for me. But to them, it was a chance for them to get into a higher end job, in comparison to what they did before (and to be fair what they had already was okay too – some of them were doing Engineering, others some form of Arts, and still others something related to business, but not so much commerce).


They were very keen on practising their English on me (of course), we took photos, and exchanged contact details. I’m still awaiting their e-mails and photos that they took with me haha. But all in all it was a good experience for me to see what some other Chinese students are like. And in addition to the section above about my relatives, I suppose we all should somehow count ourselves lucky to have been raised in a country like Australia with such strong education possibilities (in comparison). Even if we do complain about our high schools and universities, they are all doing better than most other educational institutes in other parts of the world.


[Insert photo here if it ever becomes available.]

HK Chronicles: Part 3


Okay here’s the big section probably just on shopping. Firstly I will say that I didn’t really buy everything I had wanted to; but then it’s not like the list of what I want has an end. So what I managed to buy this time round was more than enough. Money-wise we didn’t spend all too much but dad did transfer over like $1.5K AUD over during like the last week.


Okay; the first and foremost topic related to shopping was travel. Since we lived in Tuen Mun, we are far away from like the rest of Hong Kong, which is a huge drag. Catching a bus to Tsuen Wan takes 30 minutes far out! So you can imagine what  it would be like to say get out to Mong Kok. So usually our days were long BECAUSE a lot of the time was spent travelling. I suppose this can help me get used to travelling to university Praise God for the MTR and Octopus cards; which when compared with Australia’s transport system, makes Australia look like a turtle flipped on its back. So even though travelling did take close to an hour, it would’ve surely taken two back in this country.


We mostly went out to Tsuen Wan to buy clothes and other houseware. Computing stuff I went down to Sham Sui Po and anime stuff at Mong Kok. I guess I sort of have like an entirely new wardrobe now; I’ve got like nearly at least 3 of every type of clothing: shirts (long-sleeved/short-sleeved), pants/trousers/jeans, jackets/hoodies. It’s hard buying clothes with my mum sort of because they have to meet her standards first before I’m allowed to make a purchase, which kind of sucks. And of course the counter problem is that I keep saying “no” to my mum when she tries to pick clothes for me; the old and the young have different tastes duh.


Funny how I myself was not contempt with the number of clothes I bought there; I think I’ve developed that shopaholic nature where it’ nearly became one purchase after another for me, not a good thing to pick up haha. But yeah I think I have enough new clothes; and if I don’t I will not buy any here until I go back to Hong Kong (obviously), since I’m near flat broke now T.T”


Apart from clothes I bought a few anime things, nothing particularly special; just random ornaments and plushies and other novelty anime-based items. I think I should’ve gone for one more plushie but then I was afraid that we’d run out of space in our luggage so I didn’t. But yes in the end there really was no more space so I guess a third plsuhie wouldn’t have fit anyway haha.


Tech-wise I have a new phone now, thanks to my uncle (the uber rich one and dad of the cousin closest to my age). He said he was trying to find this $1700 laptop (HKD btw) which was apparently made in Taiwan. But they had run out of stock when we came back so he got me the phone instead. But still, the hope that a $1700 HKD laptop exists is hard to believe, but I guess I trust his word. I also walked through that giant computer underground area in Sham Sui Po with my cousins; I didn’t really buy much but I guess that’s because I have no need for much stuff.


And well at this point it’s been two weeks since I’ve come back from Hong Kong and I’ve been so overloaded from university that I can’t remember what else I wanted to blog about  my trip to Hong Kong. I guess I wish I can go back again at the end of this year; hopefully after I get a job and have earned back something.and yeah next time round I’ll be more directed in what I want to do there, what I want to buy and stuff.



The Core

Actually,there is still one more thing I could talk about. My original purpose in going to Hong Kong was to get time apart to think on stuff. Well I didn’t get much of an opportunity to do so  But I think I can to a resolve after I came back. It’s not the result I wanted but I guess it’s the best course of action for now. Trying to figure out how to better my life; I can see that it’s very hard to and to do so would be to really put in like all of my energy which I know is a bad thing to do. Putting in my all at a time like this is fairly detrimental to my health.


First off I realize that the major burden in my life is my parents. As shameful as that is it is the truth and somehow I just don’t believe the fault lies with me. I know that’s arrogant thinking but this is the thought they imposed on me: that everything is always my fault and never theirs’. I can’t comprehend that type of logic and I guess they’re both becoming of age and are attaining senile logic which is messed up. But now as of Friday, tonight, I have worked out with justification that living in obedience and harmony to my parents is too rare to be possible and that it shouldn’t be a priority.


I remember my mum saying in Hong Kong that my dad said this when they got married: that he never had any intentions to have children and if they did, it would be m mum’s responsibility. And so therefore if my dad never wanted to be my father then I should do my best and change circumstances so that I do recognise him as my dad; if he’s going to have that attitude since the beginning then I’ll love him and let him have the consequence of it because it’s what he wants obviously.


And my mum, wow, her IQ is way below 100 and it just stuns me whenever a word comes out of her mouth. Tonight I told her that I needed to go to the city next Saturday to attend the child protection course which is necessary for my leadership role at church. What was her response? “What?! If you’re going to have to go to the city for that then just don’t be a leader anymore. What’s the point anyway? Just attend regular church and just leave it at that.” And it is finally now that I can confidently say she is a hypocrite as a Christian and hence neither of my parents are Christians and hence I never grew up in a Christian environment at home. Well I guess now you can look at me as a person who didn’t have much of a Christian upbringing except which I managed to attain myself; through no effort from my parents. What is this bulls*** of giving up my leadership role? My parents always work hard to shatter my interests, whether it be anime, games or even God as it seems.


Today I asked my dad to drive me home from Pennant Hills station at like 2:45pm. And he was like: “Nah I can’t be bothered, just wait and I’ll pick you up and then your bro from school.” Man I just wanted to get home and sleep and I get this lazy crap from him. It takes like 10 minutes to get to Normanhurst from my house by car, and yet he wanted to drive me all the way out there, wait for my bro and then drive home. I just wanted him to pick me up take me home and then go back out, was it too much to ask. “Oh no, I’m not making two trips.,” was his reply. And I also guess now that I have to learn to no longer depend on my parents for anything because frankly they are both hypocritical arrogant dicks who can’t do anything. To be obedient to them and do as they say is like suicide and yet to disobey is a sin against God; is God giving me a situation where sin is imminent?


Both my parents are very detrimental to my integrity in Christ. They always tempt me to sin by giving me stress, always making me feel bad and all. And my mum pestering me about my face everyday: “Omg Jason you have another pimple! Tsk tsk far out!” And it comes in day after day. And what does that create for me? A simple response: Yes I know I’m f***ing ugly alright! I know I’m so f***ing ugly that no-one can love me ever! and that is the mindset that gets instigated. All of that low self-esteem nature, all the negative thoughts and emotions in me, it’s clear now they all stem from these worthless human beings who claim to be my “parents” but hardly act like them. And what can I do?I shudder everytime I go home from school, knowing I’m going to come back to a place where within 5 minutes some old people can p*** me off majorly over something so small even Michael Jackson wouldn’t even consider “doing”.


But I want to break free from my parents’ grip. The only thing I feel I can do is try my best to lend support to people around me. I don’t like to boast about it but I do feel that I know, to a greater extent, what pain is and because I know how bad it feels,I don’t want to see the people I care about go through the same thing. I guess my resolve has always been that if I can’t live a happy life then I should try to give everyone else one. And so from this point on I still want to try and be as strong as I used to be, always putting on a smile, and always trying to lend as much support as I can. I would really hate to show weakness such as right now, but if I didn’t I would somehow break down crying in public and I can’t afford that.


I don’t know what I can do for others but I guess it I give my best into this then I might be able to leave an impact. But I guess I want to try and keep pressing on to give support even when I reach my limits because then to push past my limits simply means to be pushed over the edge, at which point hopefully my existence will become nothing more than a memory. I guess it’s hard to pretend everything is normal, and to fake it at times really tugs at the heart but I guess somehow I just want peace; and if I can only find it through death then I would rather die this way: supporting my friends as best as I can because even the Bible says that there is no greater love than when one lays his life down for his friends.

HK Chronicles: Part 2


Oh boy; the food in Hong Kong was great, heaps better than in Australia, and of course  much cheaper. I remember on the first day after I got there, I had ramen for lunch. Actually, it was spicy ramen, and it has got to be the spiciest I’ve had so far. Well it’s got to be; I mean it gave me a runny nose AND it made me cry, now that is hot haha. I ramen several times in Hong Kong; most places were good, others were dull. But price-wise, a $28 bowl of ramen is perhaps the best deal; it also came with some sushi AND a free drink. That’s a mere $5.60 AUD for all that, and the bowl of ramen was fairly large. Ah I’m going to miss Hong Kong for the food.


Apart from that obviously we went yum cha many times, mostly with relatives. Apparently, I heard from my uncle that some of the food in yum cha restaurants are now imported from Shanghai and stuff;as in the food prepared isn’t fresh. Hmm, someone can do research for me on that if they want. But yeah, there were a few times where the food actually wasn’t good, which is a shame, and it also does support the imported food rumour.


And also, the whole “tipping” thing is rather confusing and annoying now. My mum says it’s courteous to tip the waiter only if they present your change on a money plate; if they don’t then you don’t need to leave any tips. So I found it strange having to leave tips in shoddy restaurants which don’t deserve anything, and also not having to leave tips in huge restaurants because they didn’t use the money plate.


At home dinner wasn’t exactly great, apart from what my mum made. As explained in the last part, the  servant was rather annoying with food. Apparently she’s a Jew (everything makes sense now! Just joking) so she didn’t eat pork. In fact she didn’t eat anything, which is highly suspicious because over 18 days I don’t think she lost weight; very suspicious indeed.


I had pigeon on the second last night; that was nice haha. My mum was sort of petrified at seeing a dead roasted bird; I was slightly taken aback by it too but oh well. I suppose pigeon is halfway between chicken and duck in terms of taste and how hard the meat was. Yet there wasn’t much to eat since obviously the pigeon is small; actually kind of got sick after eating the bird because it finally sank in what I had just eaten then.




Of course one of the major reasons I wanted to come back to Hong Kong was to see my relatives. I haven’t seen them for 4 years now and particularly for my cousins younger than me, I wanted to see how much they’ve changed.  Most of my relatives are heaps older than me, my cousins on my dad’s side are like 30+, with my eldest cousin in mid mid 40s. There is obviously no equality with them and most of the time I think of them as a generation older than me rather than as people in my own generation. My cousins on my mother’s side are closer to my age. My eldest cousin is at 28, with a younger sister at 24. And then I have younger cousins at 13 and 9.


I saw all of my relatives more than once over the 18 days which was good.  The first Sunday back everyone (nearly) from my mother’s side all met up at my uncle’s apartment and we all had dinner. And this was my first chance to get a look at my cousins since four years. I guess the 28 year old one somehow didn’t look 28. He’s working in computing and yet even at 28 he doesn’t seem to be getting close to “settling down” in that sense haha. His sister was away in Beijing so I didn’t get to see her. All I know is that she’s a Hello Kitty maniac, obviously from all the posters and the plushies. My 13 year old cousin has matured massively since I last saw her; she’s still just as cute as I remembered haha. But yeah it’s interesting how she’s managed to develop quite an “open” personality so she’s pretty hype and sociable. But as I remembered she was a bit plump but otherwise she’s just as I remembered her. And her younger brother, well, I never really talked to him much but he’s getting taller pretty fast haha.


Apart from that huge dinner we had, me and my mum also had yum cha with his wife, my aunty on several occasions; I think I saw her the most by far. And then I met up with my father’s side for this buffet down at Wan Chai. What me and my mum didn’t was that it was my uncle’s (dad’s brother) birthday. So we were there and my cousins said “happy birthday dad” and we were like: “Oh, you serious?” But the buffet was quite good. Quite massive and all;. Oh and just for the record, I ended the buffet this way: To Sharon in particular, remember that huge bowl of vanilla ice cream I had at next gen? Yeah that one. Well after the huge dinner, imagine a bowl of ice cream that was like 50% larger than the next gen one. Now imagine all that as chocolate. And finally imagine it nearly swimming in chocolate topping. THAT was my dessert 😛


Funnily, the night after the buffet, my uncle from my mother’s side invited us out for an expensive dinner at an Italian restaurant, well Italian-themed anyway. The place was okay, and the food was average though considering how expensive everything was. But yeah I was more or less happy to catch up with my younger cousin, only because she was like the only person closest my age the entire time I was in HK T.T” But yeah she’s pretty cool haha, fairly popular unlike me xD Can’t wait to see her again like here in Australia. They’re rich enough to do whatever they want haha so she’s fairly powerful. She said to me like: “You know…the chicks are hotter here in Hong Kong…” and sadly I’ll have to agree with her. She helped me look for cosplay after we had dinner…in Causeway Bay…I don’t think so. But yeah it’s nice that she tried; and embarrassingly enough for me to say: “I want to buy anime costumes…”


Apart from meeting all my relatives, we were surprised to find that they were all giving us like red pockets even though new year’s was way over. And so that was how we funded part of our shopping; using the odd $2000 or so red pocket money to buy stuff haha. But overall I was happy to have seen my relatives again, and for them to see me haha since I am practically the only one here in Australia; unless you consider my other aunt, who now is kind of really messed up so she doesn’t count. I won’t elaborate on that here.

HK Chronicles: Part 1

Okay I’m going to re-type this post because I obviously didn’t do such a great job with that other post. Anyway I’ll progress in sections this time so things won’t necessarily be in chronological order.


The Plane Ride

Well we woke up at 6am to catch the plane at 9am ( I think). Anyway my mum was planning to pack because the objective was to buy as much as we could over in Hong Kong. But actually on the way back we were almost overweight for luggage and that was also after my mum decided to leave a few things behind. Oh well. Man customs is really dodge; takes ages for them to let through one person. And, oh my was I shocked; these Curry security guy pulls me over after I pass through the metal detector,hands me this card telling me that they’re going to search me for “explosive material” and that physical contact was involved. Also, if I did not cooperate I would not be allowed to proceed any further. Geez what the hell? they dabbed my palm and clothes with some cloth and then put into a reader of some sort, so there was no serious contact which was good. But seriously, stupid Curry turd; as if I’m going to bomb my fellow country, idiots don’t use logic. Why would a Chinese bomb a Chinese country? If anything they would be the ones to carry explosive material to Hong Kong. My mum reckons they took me in because I was a kid; and that was probably the reason.


The plane ride was sort of boring, actually I watched 4 movies in the 9 hour flight (we were on Cathay Pacific, yeah sorry, wasn’t Quantas). I watched The Mummy 3 (yep it wasn’t that great a movie), High School Musical 1 & 3 and then a Japanese film called “The Homeless Student”. I felt like crying at the end of both HSM movies, I don’t really know why. It was either the storyline was that interesting; or I was just depressed considering the way I watched those movies for the first time: alone and on a small screen on a freaking plane T.T” Anyway “The Homeless Student” I thought was a really good movie; quite touching and unique. Basically this junior high kid, his older sister and brother lose their house after their dad becomes broke; kind of funny how it happens. The door to their apartment is barred and all their stuff is lying around outside. Their dad comes back and is like: “Yeah, due to financial difficulties we don’t have a home anymore. Well I wish you all the best of luck for your futures,goodbye.” And he takes off on his bicycle. What the? But yeah after that the film revolves around the kid struggling to survive on his own. The reason he didn’t stick with his older siblings was that he didn’t want to burden them financially. And that is brave, to choose to isolate yourself from others in order to protect them. I can’t help but somewhat think that it is something I myself would want to do. Towards the end of the film it sort of gets to the point where he feels like killing himself, again so that he doesn’t act as a burden on his siblings. And I suppose there is a scenario where even I myself think suicide as a noble act; but yeah that’s just me haha.


The food on the plane was okay., had a beer and stuff, better than nothing I guess. The major problem was that everyone was always keeping their eye on the toilets. Sure, no-one was lining up because that’s kind of silly; but as soon as they became vacant people would rush out of their seats. Luckily I sat fairly close so it was easier to get to the toilets. The plane was a tad slow for take-off so we kind of got to Hong Kong slightly later than expected. It was much faster getting past customs in Hong Kong.



The Place to Stay

Well during Hong Kong I stayed at my new Grandma’s apartment up in Tuen Mun. The place was heaps nicer than her old apartment back in Tsuen Wan. For a start it was now far off from the ground (the 34th floor) so less noise from traffic can be heard at night, which is good. Secondly it was more spacious and cosier. Overall it was nice to stay in an apartment like that. Even the garden around the building was nice and all; quite a nice place to live.


However, there was one thing that was unpleasant during my 18 days there. My grandma has had some rather bad “servants” taking care of her. My mum said the servant before the one at the moment was really horrible; didn’t even feed my grandma haha. But anyway I only had a first-hand experience of the one now; and I can tell you I cannot begin to imagine what the first one was like considering how bad THIS one behaved.


She was Indo with a really bad Cantonese accent; an accent which annoyed the crap out of me over the 18 days but I guess that can’t be helped. But okay here’s the thing: she’s fat…like possibly obese even. Now let’s consider how that works. Well, people are fat from 1. a lack of exercise and/or; 2. eating  too much.  Okay so put 2 and 2 together and you get this: The new Indo servant is fat because 1. she doesn’t work and; 2. she eats heaps. What the hell? A fat servant in itself is an oxymoron yeah? How can such a thing exist?


Well like I said the stupid servant doesn’t work much. Well obviously since me and my mum came back, she has to put on an act and seem as if she was hard-working. But apparently my grandma says she’s normally lazy and all; doesn’t like clean the floor, or the furniture, or anything really…stupid dirty Indo w****. And also my grandma suspects she’s been scabbing money from her stash in the room; how else does she get money to go down to the market to get food? And I think she’s right. On the second last night before we came back, we had dinner with my uncle and his wife. So the servant took $200 HK to buy 3 types of meat and 2 fish. The two fish are like cheap cos they were small. Then she bought like a large chicken for $50 HK. And after the other meats she bought she came back with $27 in change. So that’s $173 for like 4 things;  which is $45 AUD. WHAT THE HELL! Seriously, how can anyone spend $45 AUD for 4 types of meat? And especially in Hong Kong. Funny as well, she didn’t come back with any coins of less than $1.00 denomination. And she was stuttering when my mum asked why. She was like: “Well…umm…you see…oh yeah…all the prices…yeah…they were all…to the exact dollar..haha…what a coincidence.” Oh please phony b****, you can probably physically :feed: African children that crap but seriously don’t try it on me or my mum.


Okay so she’s lazy AND a scam. But there’s more. She’s actually a huge snoop. Far out, even single time my mum was talking about family stuff with grandma, the servant would always be sitting down (cos she’s a lazy bitch), and listening attentively to the conversation. But then it’s because most of the time my mum was discussing the problems within her family/generation, like with my suicidal aunt haha, and she’d always be there listening in. I guess I felt like I didn’t have any privacy when I was living there. And her freakish snooping doesn’t end at conversation. Every single time after we come home from shopping; she’d snoop around at what we bought and stuff, making comments about whether this was nice or not; or about the price of it. Man she shoves her fat ass into everything we bought nearly. Especially when I got my new phone; man she fully jammed her fat ass crack into the little memory slot of my new phone. Okay sorry that was too graphic, but yeah I was kind of annoyed she wouldn’t look away and, simply put, p*** off.


And now more stuff has popped up. While she’s lazy, she actually hogs the TV remote sometimes. She actually flicks through the channels, adjusting the volume and everything. “Oi b****! Since when you did you mastery over the f***ing remote?!” I nearly caught myself saying once. But seriously why does she get to hold the remote? The only time I was strongly defensive of the remote was when anime was on. Oh hell no is she getting the slightest chance to change channels; I guarded the remote in a fairly vicious manner, it was noticeable I reckon if you watch carefully. And during some dramas shje’d comment really loudly and she’d keep commenting loudly. She wouldn’t shut up for some reason, so loud and disturbing. “Oh b**** shut the f*** up! We’re trying to watch the drama without you and your twisted Cantonese interrupting every 5 seconds!”


But seriously, this was a disgusting servant because she acted as if she was part of the family. She doesn’t deserve that status, she’s a servant for crying out loud! I don’t think she understands the chain of command and that’s fair since she’s taking care of a fragile granny; I suppose it’s easy to reverse the roles, which makes her a bad servant therefore. Ah man my time at “home” wasn’t that great because of her. The only nice thing she did was give up her bed for me, because I couldn’t stand sleeping on those hard board beds…my bones were bruised after the first night so she swapped over starting the second night. But other than that, she wasn’t very respectable, nor respectful. I heard she scabs money and uses it to buy stuff to take back to her family; very unfaithful and all. Oh well, she better be gone next time I return to Hong Kong.