Michelle Chan

Two weeks ago of the same time, I was in a different city of a different country, feeling the wind that the waves bring from the sea. Mmm. :) The city whispers sweet lullabies, those you hum for a newborn to fall asleep. In Macau, the days feel like nights. Even in broad daylight, you smell the sleepiness and sees the world with a dreamy tint. It’s a spell. You naturally feel relaxed and the church bells ring in the most soothing harmony. Like the aftermath of a spa, you feel flighty.

While it is all like pashmina on silk on the outside, the pumping energy and bright lights are just behind those closed doors. If you aren’t there for the wagering of money, be entertained by pole-dancers, magicians or any of the sort. Gambling’s not my thing, but Sands is not recommended anyway. Hah! Venetian rocks because it has retail stores!! :P

I was most familiar with the smell of freshly baked tarts. And also my favourite of egg tarts, Portuguese-style ones — pastel de nata. It’s better than the ones I always eat from Berry’s, but it’s not as wow-ing as I was told by many. My eyes did not pop, Tammy! :( Haha. And the first adv I saw at Venetian’s foodie area was Laksa Malaysia… wtf!

How is everybody who’s not at Shangri-La of Orchard Road? :P :P Although with The Great Singapore Sales going on so… forcefully(?), I bet no goods will be bought back. Not in for long and definitely not for leisure. Ahem. I bet no time for photos too. Blaaah. And congratulations to Joel for being an official A Level’s grad now! /bighug :D

I got back from HK just a while ago. The timespan I had there was too little but damage has already been done. HK is a financially aggressive country and I am flat broke now.

It was not the best trip ever but it was not exactly bad either. I visited several places (Causeway Bay, Temple Street, Aberdeen, Repulse Bay, The Peak, Central) but ’several’ is just not enough. I am rather annoyed I had to leave so early because I obviously had not seen enough of HK. :( I also hadn’t ate enough there. :( :( I actually didn’t do much. Seriously. Sigh, could you believe it?! What a waste. Most of the time was spent traipsing… except for the full-fledged shopping day at Pearl Harbour City. Pwoaaar!

Thus, I am already planning my next trip back!!!!! :) Hopefully, I’ll get to meet up with Yoyo the next time too. We were so close to meeting up this time!!!!!

Anyway, I stayed in Tsim Tsa Shui when I was there, which is the hotspot for shopping. Pearl Harbour City is the best shopping mall ever! :D It’s on Canton Road, just two streets away from the hotel I was at. I can spend weeks roaming the stores there and I still won’t be finished! I spent most of my expenditures there on shoes, bags and blablabla. :/

I also met a few people, who are from Klang Valley too, whom I might or might not keep in contact with. Well, depends. But they are a jolly bunch who’s gamed for anything and especially after having drinks. Ahem. Oh, by the way, beer (I only had Tsingtao and Blue Girl) in HK is so damn overpriced but so damn smooth. AAAAAHHHHHHHH. ;)

I was also in Macau for the first time. Spent some unexpected extensive time there. So yeah. Anyway, I am in Ipoh for the weekend now. Yes, Vincent, the weather is HOT!

I am in bed. My back is glued to the mattress. Eyes wide awake staring at this whitewash ceiling. I see reflections of neon lights on the ceiling from the skyscrapers outside. This is Kowloon. Big bright billboards and busy streets with busy people. Young girls lugging Chanels that cling-cling-clings.

I am in bed. I can hear the drunk laughters of newfound friends tumbling down the glitzy LKF road and swift wind of The Peak blowing in my ear. I shudder. So many snippets of voices weaved into harmony. Midnight approaches but silence is not coming. The night lives. And so do the porridge stalls.