The days are becoming more uneventful because we’re all getting into a routine, and are finally realizing that withdrawing HK$1000 every couple of days or so is putting a nice dent in our wallets.
Unfortunately, when Peter gets his cravings for food, I like to go along for the ride. The guy was hungry and wanted to get some Jollibee, and when am I ever going to say no to fried chicken? We ordered a bucket of dark meat with some fries, and enjoyed our late afternoon snack. This time we got to finally sit and eat the food, versus chomping down on it while walking through the MTR station.
Before heading out, we washed our hands, and I noticed that the bathroom signs have pictures of little fat people instead of skinny people. Oh Jollibee, how you so accurately depict the American population in a city where fat people don’t exist.
“Let’s go to Causeway for some Gong Cha!” Peter said, after being stuffed silly from greasy drumsticks. Having the Octopus card (the transportation card we use to pay for everything) is incredibly convenient, but it’s hard to keep track of how much money you spend because all you do is swipe it against a sensor. He wanted to travel on the MTR just so that we could get some boba, but it’s really not that different from a boba run back home with a car.
We ended up in Uniqlo again, which I couldn’t enter because I still hadn’t finished my big cup of boba. I stood outside for a while to wait for Peter to buy some more boxers, which was a quick process. It’s true what people say about guys who go shopping: in and out and they’re done.
I like how organized escalator riders are in Hong Kong: there’s an unwritten law that people who stand on the right side are those who ride the escalator, while the left side is reserved for those who don’t want to wait and just want to go straight through to the other side. People you see standing on the left side are either tourists or hated on by locals. I’ve had a couple of people get mad at me because I stood on the left side and got in their way.
Peter and I roamed around Causeway Bay to look for the plaza where I could make Tom’s dog tags. Unfortunately, the complex was called “Causeway Place”, but I had it in my head that it was called “Causeway Plaza,” which we walked around for a while trying to find. We found two Causeway Plazas, both of which were business buildings with no commercial stores in sight, and after asking around, couldn’t find a jewelry store that made dog tags. We did enter a skin clinic because Peter wanted to know if they had treatments for his skin, but they had trouble communicating to us in Mandarin AND English so we just left to get lost some more.
I gave up on finding a dog tag store after the second Causeway Plaza, so we checked out the Times Square Plaza instead. We had to get lost a little bit before that, and had difficulty finding the actual mall. It’s ridiculous how easily we got lost in a place that probably doesn’t stretch further than a 2 mile radius!
But behold, here it is!
There was a balloon man handing out ads to a restaurant right outside Times Square, and we realized that there was somebody inside the balloon. We saw that little girl go up to punch and hit him for a bit, which was pretty sad.
Times Square made me feel really poor. I definitely don’t have enough money to afford Leica cameras, Fancl skin products, or other brand names that I don’t remember because they’re too expensive to be in my vocabulary. I definitely can’t afford this bomb-ass piano-car.
We finally got bored of roaming the place, and parted ways so that Peter could meet up with his parents for dinner and I could meet up with the girls. I arrived to Mong Kok earlier than expected, and roamed 7 floors of Langham Place to pass the time. I’m bad at window shopping at expensive places, because I don’t even bother going into stores that have things I can’t see myself buying. The three finally arrived and met me in the Lady’s Market area, where we had dinner at a small restaurant. We went with Titi to the Vans store so that she could exchange the shoes she bought for a cooler neon orange pair of shoes. Neon orange totally doesn’t look good on people with light skin, but looks FIERCE on Titi!
When we got home, we got a call from James, Chi and Donna to play Kings Cup. Unfortunately, guys aren’t allowed into our dorm after 11PM, so they lingered around outside before Leanne, Vivien and I found them. They were already halfway through the game before the guard kicked them out, so we found a dark alley across the street to sit in to continue the game. Bad idea to sit in a shady area in a dress, because I got bit around 10 times that night.
