those phones

The iphone 6 seem to be the talk of the office these days.

I sat in a meeting while watching these two guys staring intently at their laptops, their fingers poised on top of the keyboards. The older management seem none the wiser and thought they were having an extraordinarily busy morning.

Meanwhile, a friend tells me her management is a lot more savvy – mostly because the people pounding at the local Apple website caused a crash in the company system, leading to one big company-wide telling off, and IT blocking the site.

Seriously? It’s a new phone. Do people in other parts of the world do it to this extent? I mean, by the end of the year everyone else will have one. Does getting it RIGHT NOW matter that much?

Sometimes, or rather, most of the time, I think I live in the wrong city.


A great morning in one of the world’s most densely populated cities…

…involve not feeling like you’re in one of the world’s most densely populated cities.

(Also involves realising the limitations of this phone camera. Viewed outside of a tiny phone screen, these just look sub-par. I’m developing this feeling that my good old Lumix point and shoot beats whatever things they keep packing into phones these days. )

t-shirts people wear: Juicy

JuicyI have this bad habit of reading the text on people’s t-shirts, which is amusing, baffling and sometimes infuriating all at the same time.

To my friends, when I point out the ridiculousness of the prints on their tops, it’s unnecessary and embarassing. (Speaking of which, I need to get a shot of my flatmate’s top that says something about murdering some kid.)

People tend not to think twice about foreign language prints on their clothing, like the summer I went to France when it was hit by this craze of having Chinese characters on tops and trousers. They had the most ridiculous words possible printed on them. I thought, for all the mocking Asians get for having non-sensical European-language idiocy on their clothing, oh yeah – payback time!

Meanwhile, my neighbour likes juicy I guess. *ahem*

the musical world of egocentric assholes

We dug our rented beach umbrella into the sand, tied the runner onto the faulty spring clip, hung our sweaty shirts up on the ribs, spread out our sarongs and mats, and laid down to the sound of gently lapping waves and birds coasting high up in the sky.

And 80’s Cantopop.

For some mysterious reason, Hong Kongers seem to always feel the need to impose share their musical tastes on with others.

On the bus, on a trail in the mountains, at 4am on a campsite, on a secluded beach (by Hong Kong standards), I have the misfortune to constantly encounter people who play their music out loud like it’s as natural as gonorrhea.

In a crowded city where we try our hardest to pretend we are alone by virtually ignoring everyone and avoiding eye-contact, we’re now also walking straight through people, umbrellas and all, shouting at each other, and playing music like we’re each in our own space bubble.

Because there’s no other way?

We have descended into a mode of living where finding your own space means buttheading everyone else out of it. Who cares if everyone else’s ears are gutted and my beach view is ruined by your favourite whore anthem? Hey this is what I like y’all, so suck it.

In a city like Hong Kong, social civility have degraded so much so that caring about the feelings of others is no longer practical. If going out for a weekday lunch means fighting your way through piercing umbrellas, scowling at people who’ve randomly decided to stop in the middle of the sidewalk for no reason, and pushing through tour groups who thinks the city belongs to them, it seems like the only way to survive is to act like them.

So, in anger- and frustration-inspired fits of vigilante, we have all become egocentric assholes. Someone walks her umbrella into your head? Slap it away. Big mainland tour groups occupying the sidewalk and not making way? Slam into them with your gym bag. Want to get onto the elevator before I’ve had a chance to get off? I dare you to stand there as I walk straight into your face.

We become those we hate.

Have I mentioned umbrellas already? But really, it’s 6pm on a fine summer evening – WHY ARE YOU EVEN HOLDING AN UMBRELLA?! Given the width of our sidewalks, one single large umbrella is more than enough to kick me off into the path of some shirtless guy unloading a truck of LPG cylinders. So pardon me as I shove your umbrella into your friend’s pickle face.

Hong Kong – The City Where Dreams Come True

Not too sure about the dreams come true bit, but what I know right now is that given the past one or two months of absolutely dismal wet, grey, and muggy weather, I can do with a good reminder of why we also sometimes think this is one of the greatest cities in the world.

This is the link to a 360° panoramic aerial project in which I’m very pleased Hong Kong is included. It says HK is the city where dreams come true. Click to fullscreen mode and start dreaming.

If you haven’t seen Hong Kong before, I hope you’re going to see how absolutely stunning this city can be. If you have been here or do live here already, you’re about to experience it in a way you most likely haven’t been able to.

Now, if only they have some sort of 3D immersion experience, then I can pretend this current weather doesn’t exist….along with all the other crap that goes on here.