Morning Drama

(Photo taken: Tuesday Morning Panic – Yesterday, Tracy suffered an acute tummy ache and we called the ambulance in to send her to the hospital. It was pretty scary as we have never seen her in such painful state. Dun worry guys, she should be okay now. Perhaps enough strength to kick my ass after reading this on my blog later!) ~Damn, they didn’t take off their shoes when they walked in.

Francis’s New Girlfriend

Can’t remember how many "girlfriends" Francis Chay has ridden. But this new silver babe is his latest toy (His 6th).
Sitting beside his new convertible is his 6-month old 5-Series BMW (who lost her ass to some broke nut just a few weeks ago)
Where is he favourite lass, WRX? Francis "configured" her so much that she became an unstable and crazy machine. He has since "dumped" her.

At the Peak with Eric

 
Eric Goh called me 3 weeks ago when he first arrived in Hong Kong. But due to my travels, we were unable to meet each other. Finally on 1st October (China National Day), we got to meet up for dinner at the Peak. Meeting Eric was great – he is still as candid as before. Still maintaining his nice bod, slim and arty. Spot a little goatie, it is very easy to recognise this old friend. I think the last time we met was like 6-7 years back. Really happy to see him here…and hopefully, he can get his lovey over soon.
 
We chose a really lousy timing to dine at the Peak. It was quite a nightmare up there – there were so many people – I was so worried that there may be a "human-slide". We joined the thousands in their fireworks celebration (only to find out that the Peak ísn’t the best place to watch the fireworks – actually, our view was blocked by a big tree!)
 
The worst was the way home – After the firework, thousands of people were trying to get their way down. I even got into a little "verbal fight" with a dumb HK policeman. Man, he has one rude and ugly f**king attitude. Guess when you speak Chinese in HK, they took you as some 2nd-class mainlander. And seriously, I really hate it when he yell at me in some f**k-up cantonese. In the end, the policeman spilt us….and I made my way home seperately (leaving Feli and Elkan with Eric and Tracy). It was just so damn frustrating at the end.

Elkan’s Morning Ritual

Sex & The City


(Photo Taken: Mongkok, Hong Kong – A man in suit holding a blown-up doll buying dessert along a very busy street. Look at that hole!)

Beijing Milk & Jam! (Updated)

Right after saying goodbye to Meijie, Tracy and I joined our clients and colleagues in Beijing for our 2nd Asia Event. We were there just in time to enjoy the cold season. The temperature fell to 11 degrees on Tuesday night. After enduring 4 months of hot and humid summer in Hong Kong, this is exactly what I love about China – its 4 seasons. Boy, I sure miss those cold months in Shanghai…


 

My last trip here was 2004 (with Felicia & little Elkan in mummy’s tummy). Olympic did changed Beijing a lot. It is now a very clean and beautiful city. It houses some of the most intriguing architectural marvels. There are lots of greens and the roads are very new and wide…Overall, it feels like a giantic Singapore ~ A Mega-Garden City. Everything is great except its traffic jams. That is the biggest flaw of Beijing. The jam is so bad that it affected my moods and impression of this "so-called world class city".


 

This week, China is making global headlines (for good and bad reasons) – First, China just topped America as the most carbon-emitting nation (eee…talk about "Green Olympic"). Just today, China’s spacemen did their first ever space-walk live on national TV. Still, it cannot distract this week’s biggest and hottest topic – China’s milk scandal is sending shockwave to the world. Plastics (or melamine)  is found in some of China’s major milk-products! My goodness…gone are my favorite "Big Rabbit Milk Candy", "Oreo Biscuit", "Pizza Hut", "Heinz" and other big local brands. Perhaps we should start putting health warning stickers (like those on my cigarette packs) on all China-made milk products ~ stating "Milk Damages Health, Endangers Lives" or "Plastic-cosmetically Milk".

This is a pretty short trip for us – only 4 days (And yes, our event is very successful!) – During our free time, we went around the city, taking photos of the new Beijing. Most importantly, we managed to meet up with Hovman and visited his house. Oh yes… I miss the affordable good Chinese massage! (Thanks Hovman for recommending such a good place for massage!)

It is going to be another rush trip for me next Monday – 4-day Taipei.

Meijie, Macau and Hong Kong

After 2 years of constant nagging, I managed to get some of the “handful of brothers” to visit me. Barely 5 weeks ago, Gareth and Ivy came with the big typhoon. And last Thursday,Meijie (My 16th HK Visitor)finally dropped me a visit in Hong Kong.

Surely, I was very excited to see my buddy. Why? He has been my closest pal since Secondary School days. We grew closer during those days when we part-time as waiters at the Singapore Swimming Club. We even spent 1 week backpacking in Perth. Over the last 15 years, Meijie is my constant Kopi-Kakis. (Question is: How he maintained his size while I ballooned non-stop). There were 4 years when Meijie was away (for study and for work)… Despite his working stint in Thailand, we met every month (during his monthly book-out weekend from Pataya).In fact, I was dying to see him in Shanghai – so I can show him the blink blink and bang bang. But he was so reluctant to fly over. Now, I am just 3.5 hours away (plus a tempting birthday redemption) – there is no reason why he cannot come and visit his old pal.

Argghh… the timing was pretty bad. The night when Meijie flew in – I was like a zombie. My 14hrs/day workload was certainly depressing and I guessed Meijie can see how badly I looked that night. I was trying to stay awake…and keep him “entertained”. Haaa… in the end, he had to join me to do some late night hunting for my event props at Wanchai. Carrying a heavy luggage, I made Meijie walked up and down Hong Kong’s unforgiving slopes. By 12am, Meijie was complaining about his 1st hour here.

Back at my house, Felicia prepared a surprise for both Meijie and Tracy (who also flew back on the same day). Elkan stayed up till 12am just to welcome his favourite “Uncle Lionnel”. When Elkan saw both Meijie and Tracy, he screamed and jumped like a monkey out of the cage! He was uncontrollable!

Meijie spent 5 nights at my house. Having a tiny spot in our living room, he endured all our late nights and early mornings. Meijie and my family even sat through the rain from 10-12am – waiting for Tracy and me to wrap up our event at the Peak.

More dramas, fights and laughters exploded over the weekends ~ Meijie seen it all. He even slept in my office!

Overall,we had such a good time in Macau and around Hong Kong. I just wished I am not so busy and “too sticky into my job”… I felt a little bad that I neglected my friend. Even in my dreams, I dreamt of chatting with him – nagging him to get a girlfriend. My only regret is I am not pushy enough to bring him to those “dirty massage”.

Meijie flew out on Tuesday ~ together with Tracy and me (except we were all flying in different directions – Tracy and I were heading up north to Beijing for another event and Meijie is heading back south – just in time for Singapore’s 1st Night Grand Prix.) We sent him right to his gate. Under some pressures of Mr Joe Chua, Meijie entertained me with a “Elkan Crying Byebye”.

Buddy, please come again. Perhaps Christmas. This time, it is on you. I shall offer you 10 Pineapple Buns. Oh yes, thanks for fixing my Xbox – You are our Global IT Director, mate!

My New Toy


Gareth left something here during his last visit in Hong Kong. He left me craving for these "babes". In fact, Gareth has been showing me all sort of firearms since our secondary school days. Back then, he "brainwashed" me to join his "hydro machine-gun" club. We were only 14. We spent all our pocket-money on our 1st machine-operated water guns. Yes…who have heard of such innovation back then in 1989. (Guess what, our machine guns were confiscated by our teachers after just 1 day!)

When I was in Shanghai, Francis reignited my passion for guns (and roses). In total, we bought a lot of such toy-guns in Shanghai. (The funny thing is we bought those guns at roadside fruit stalls! And the hawkers acutally hid those toys underneath their fruits!!!) Sadly, I couldn’t bring those babes over to Hong Kong (too restrictive). 4 weeks ago, Gareth showed me the gun shops at Mongkok (coincidently just behind YMCA Hotel – the one where my parents stayed). Last week, I decided to go back there to get my 1st gas-powered BB gun (aka air gun/rifle). "BB" stands for "Ball-Bearings" – except that in this modern days,  BB comes in plastic alternatives. Back then, it is really made of metal lead. Pretty deadly.

Dun get me wrong, I am not a hardcore collector. Just curious and wanted to know its fire-power. Pretty cool and feels very solid. The cylinder and shells look real. One shell only holds 1 BB. The impact is pretty good. (Francis would love to own one of these too! I bet!). Mine isn’t the professional series – so it is only a mere HKD289. There are many good ones – costing as much as HKD3,000. Man, it is sexy to own one of these real stuff. And the shop staffs even teach you how to dismantle and clean..and oil them.

On second thoughts, no. I had enough of my NS. Man, really hate those nights of oiling and polishing my gun! 

A Special Day of My Life


Mid-Autumn Festival has been always a special day in my life.
Like Christmas, it has a special place in my heart.

Mid-Autmn Festival used to be a big and important gathering at my late-granny’s place – when all the adults and children gathered. The elders played many rounds of mahjong and the children (my cousins) roamed the dark streets with their own lighted lanterns. It was the only "official" day of the year when children were allowed to play with matches and fire. (My elders were very strict with us back then – they allowed us to hold joss-sticks but never allow us to lit up a candle.)

The streets where my late-granny stayed were dark and deserted. Once the sun set, a group of us will gathered and planned our "adventure". We will explored the "unknown" back alleys of the neighbourhood. We will purposely avoid all the main roads where they were brightly lit (our excuse: too dangerous, got cars). The fun and exciting part about Mid-Autumn Festival isn’t about the awful unhealthy oily and sticky mooncake – but the "exploration of the dark alley" with our humble candles and paper-lantern. (Haaa…rule of the night – must bring extra candles – those cheapo candles lasted only like 10 minutes max).

Of course, the adults will never knew where their little rascals have gone to. I remember one year when I led a few neighbourhood kids to explore the dark, smelly and rat-infested drain system. We walked and walked…along the algae-banks of the canals.. (Singapore has a very extensive underground canal system – like the underground CTE expressway – it cut across streets above us. Most of the time, we were very amazed at the exit point. Our expressions were typically like this "Ooooh…so this is a short cut to the Parkway Parade" or "this is the hidden passage to our school".

Of couse, these "shortcuts" and underground routes stayed deep in our heads. When we needed a quick escape from any neighbourhood rich brats or when we were running late, we will ran and jumped into these "system". Pretty safe and smooth. And no ERP for sure.

Sadly, during my late-granny’s final years (between 1994-1999), the gathering got smaller. Only the 4 of us (my parents, my sister and I) came to spent this day with granny. The kids in the neighbourhood had grown up..and many of their grandparents had passed away (gone were their gatherings too). The street of Koon Seng was deserted and quiet. There was hardly any sign of festive mood – even my cousins weren’t there anymore.

Granny and dad (as usual) took out the foldable table out from the storeroom. Both of them placed the table just right outside the gate. Under the dim yellow lights, granny setup simple offerings for the Gods. (A red cup of joss sticks, a plate of mooncake, a plate of green pomelo and some cups of rice wine.) My sister and myself will light up "old lanterns" (recycled from past years) around the compound – ground-floor, 2nd floor, gate, swing, barb-wire fence…

No, my sister and I were young adults then… No more running the streets or drainage with lanterns. Just seating there, enjoying the peaceful night with many beautiful lanterns illuminating the dark quiet sky. Very nostaglic, I would say. Very fond memories.

Granny, mum and dad said nothing those nights. Year after year, it became an unspoken custom for my family. Our family and my granny will spent this night, sitting by the swing, enjoying the floating lights. It was beautiful and special. Even till this very day.

1999 Mid-Autumn Festival was the last night we spent at her house. (Still remember I dragged the wahbiang clan along with me.)

It is this kind of night when I miss my family, my granny and my childhood. Now, I am spending this special night with my wife and boy in Hong Kong. Yes. It is a very special festival for me and my family. It was also the day we chose to register our marriage.

 
Happy Mooncake Festival to all. Miss you again, granny.

Bay Watch


 

Tried to escape the conjested shopping malls – We headed down to the beach on the other side of the island. Guess what, it is still as crowded! Surprisingly, there are a couple of good findings about HK beaches:

a) Wow, it is an eye-treat – the girls and guys are awesome! Sexy hot bods!
b) The water is quite clear and clean!
c) There is "shark-net" – I think it is to protect the sharks from those "sharkfin-crazy" HongKees.
d) The sand is so so so so powdery and smooth!
e) There are rocks and hills along the beach – the scenary is so "naturally nice" lor.
f) It cost only HK80 – you get someone to setup a big umbrella and 2 chairs for you.
g) You see all kinds of funny looking floats
h) There is no shower room – you shower in open public and go to the toilet to change.
i) Stay very alert – too many volleyballs and dics flying your direction!