Tuesday, September 13, 2005 |
18:22
It's been a long week. A very tiring, exhausting, and mentally and physically energy-draining weekend.
There're actually quite a lot of things I had wanted to express myself in words that I had made up on the ride back home but I couldn't be bothered anymore when I reached the safety comforts of my beloved room. The initial unpacking ritual was enough to send me sceaming for the bed and leaving my body retiring peacefully to its immobile pre-HK state.
So, now that I'm all refreshed from a good night's sleep, I think I'm ready to tell all about the said trip.
First off, I'd like to say that I generally like airports. The inside of it actually and not the actual flight that takes place hereafter. And thank god to Cathay Pacific for providing decent movies and shows to keep the poor passengers entertained and fairly edible food that don't make me puke. If it weren't for 'Will & Grace' and 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants', I don't know what I'd be doing right now. Probably still trying to recuperate from the screaming and crying baby that was appropriately seated next to me with the pitiful mother trying to quiet it down. I think the rest of the passengers were just as annoyed as I was with its constant cries and whines. I never realized how fun and awesome Will & Grace was till I watched it for the first time on the plane. Gay people just make everything so much more entertaining and light-hearted, even in the most dire of situations. And go watch Sisterhood when the chance comes up. It's a really good and uplifting chick flick that actually left me feeling all fuzzy and warm inside.
Back to in HK. Mom and I got lost quite a fair bit because the signs and symbols just got lost in translation after a while even with the English there. There're just too many streets and roads and subways in HK. It's like a labyrinth of railways, roads, underground subways, and trains all mapped out for the veteran HK resident and designed to make the first-time travelers get as lost as possible without asking at least ten people for directions and where exactly are we. On the other hand, I really like the people because they don't have any inhibitions towards foreigners and they totally understand to not stare at people when they're eating. Too bad I can't say the same thing about home.
The shopping is the fun part. Well, actually for the most part. The Esprit stores are wonderful. Their clothes are wonderful. Even the sales people there are wonderful. They don't simply tag after you when you browse around the racks but stay a fairly good distance from you while you look through the clothes at your own pace. I never once felt hounded by any of the sales people there when I looked through the racks leisurely. The first store that I set my feet into was akin to stepping into Esprit heaven. If there ever is one. Everything was beautiful and I wanted to buy out every single piece of clothing there. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of money or else I'd be shopping at LV or Coach. At least I did get something. A pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, a basic black tube top, and a button-down long sleeved shirt. Okay, maybe more than just something. They were pretty. I couldn't help it. I couldn't help myself. I was totally out of control. And I could've gotten a skirt too if it weren't for my mom stopping me. Damn, it was a nice skirt too. And there was a jacket too which was just so darn pretty. And a pair of corduroy pants which felt really good. I miss them already.
Besides, the Esprit shopping escapade, there was another long sleeved top and two baby tees that got involved with me too. There weren't any major sales going on and most of the clothes were all autumn seasoned clothing which involved a lot of jackets, boots, and long sleeved tops that were not appropriate clothing for our kind of weather. Shoes and bags were mostly out of the scope of shopping, partly due to the lack of sales of them. It was quite sad.
I have to say too that people there love the Japanese culture. A lot. Really, really a lot. Their fashion and food are probably the two most Japanese influenced and infused subculture. The food is probably the second best thing about HK. Love their vegetables, 'chee cheong fun' and 'tong sui'. I think I ate about twice as much as I eat at home and yet I still feel like I lost a bit of weight. All that walking from 10 am to 8 pm for two straight days must have paid off. If I had stayed on for the rest of the week, I think I could lose about ten pounds already. We should practise the HK diet and exercise regime more regularly. Eat as much as you want and walk daily for ten hours straight.
I think I should stop for now. This whole reminiscing of the trip has left me feeling tired again. Or maybe it's just lethargy settling in. In any case, so long for now and let the bumming out begin.
ah, sounds fun. glad you had a great time and contributed to hk's economy. see, this is why going on small trips with less people that have similar interests are so much more fun. in this case, your mom and shopping! we should do something like that too one day. anywhere! come here! we'll go to boston. or i'll go to aus! and we'll go to er.. this really artsy place i can't remember.
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