Who haven’t been blogging??

*puts hands in air* Me! Me!

I did say that I will write about my HK trip but the week has slipped by so very quickly and before I know it, it felt like I have not left this country at all and I am already feeling restless like I am due for another trip somewhere else. Like soon.

Anyway before my memory fail me, let me do a quick one paragraph summary – the way I did it for my previous 2007 trip - so here goes:

“The Frou’s taxi broke down barely one minute after she left the house for the airport but she managed to hitch a free ride there in another cab, courtesy of the apologetic cab company (Comfort Cab boleh!), and on top of that, she got upgraded to Business Class (Cathay Pacific boleh juga!) because she arrived at the airport late and the flight is already full. So the trip got off to a good start except I wasn’t served any champagne in my upgraded cabin because it was a morning flight and I also later got cheated at the foreign exchange counter when the bimbotic money changer omitted one zero from the exchange rate and gave me only 50% of what I should get. I was the bigger bimbo because I didn’t realize until Secretary Pig scolded me for dividing HK to SG prices by 2.5 instead of 5. Nonetheless, that didn’t spoil my holiday because I didn’t go shopping in HK but did many things that didn’t require much money such as sneaking into the YMCA and only paying for one person (I hid in the toilet) to climb the tall and fabulous 20m lead walls where we spent an inordinate amount of time climbing and falling. I also finally learn how to use the grigri device and realize that belaying doesn’t necessary mean you have to kiap your cibai for hours if your climber decided to play koala bear on the wall. Other than climb, Secretary Pig and I did our usual thing such as sleep (we each have our own beds this time), eat (I made the executive decision to try everything recommended in Timeout magazine, HK edition), massage (I will never look at another PRC masseur in the eye again) and drink xiao-xiao. Drink "xiao-xiao" (small small) is my new lingo for drinking “a little bit” i.e. no one falls over drunk or collapse into a comatose state. Unfortunately, Secretary Pig’s colleagues are not fans of drinking xiao-xiao so they came up with a devious tactic of knocking whisky shots into our beer. We literally ran away to avoid getting drunk, except running in the streets Hong Kong is an exceptionally BAD idea because Soho and Lan Kwai Fong are all up in the slopes and my Malaysian “ter-kah” (i.e. pig trotters) are not made for walking, let alone running. In the end, I had to wear flat shoes whenever we go out at night which I hate because I feel like a leprechaun. I was also made to feel like a very small person whenever we wait in line for a table in busy dim sum restaurants because the wait staff are habitually pushing waiting guests into the walls as they barge by with their dim sum cart but that’s considered normal because there is no concept of personal space in a place like Hong Kong anyway where a population of 7 million reside in an island measuring only 1095 sq. km which also explain why the usually non-claustophobic public got especially freaked out when the first case of swine flu was discovered on the second last day of my trip – in the same area (Wanchai) where we are staying. Secretary Pig and I had to categorically stop our usual oinking at each other because making pig sounds was suddenly deemed ill-mannered in light of the potential pandemic. For the rest of the trip, we moo-ed or meow-ed but the effect just wasn’t the same. On top of that, we refused to don a mouth mask because it doesn't go with what we are wearing. If you think that makes us ‘hiao’, I got to admit that I have gone all girly in HK this trip. Secretary Pig and I started dressing the same (I dunno why we did it but we started ensuring that our outfits are compatible before leaving the house - must be all the pheromones) and spent a lot of time preening ourselves such as perming our eyelashes (an extremely uncomfortable experience and my useless alibaba lashes flopped down 2 days later) and curling our tails at the hair saloon. She did some funny reverse rebond thing to her roots to make her hair “fuller” (she looked like an aluminum robot during the process and she was even scarier afterwards because she didn’t like the way her hair turned out so she threw a fit) and I did an alibaba color highlight where I had to explain to my hairdresser in my bad Cantonese that he cannot make me look like a zebra. He didn't turn me into a striped horse but I did look like a fattened duck *quack* when I left HK 5 days later from one too many roast goose dinners. Upon arriving in SG, I got an angry call from my dad who didn’t know that I went to Hong Kong in the first place and demanded to know why I wasn’t quarantined by any of the authorities to which I can only reply in exasperation, “BECAUSE I AM NOT SICK MAH *SNORT*”

Can I breathe now? *phew*