tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37772217520250146992024-02-21T13:42:53.221+08:00Miss Fong in Hong Kongnot your usual Hong Kong blogMiss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-91004496087102940202016-02-25T00:24:00.001+08:002016-02-25T00:24:49.985+08:00Take my Vitasoy, dammit!When it's cold in Hong Kong like it's been lately (ugh, when will it stop?), one of the simple comforts you can get is a warm bottle of Vitasoy at 7-11.<br />
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That's exactly what I did one morning several months ago, after which I stuffed the empty glass bottle into my gym bag and sort of left it there for a while (read: 1 or 2 months).<br />
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At the time, I flew a lot, so I didn't have time to go return the bottle to 7-11 for recycling until we moved offices, which was when I was forced to deal with all the crap that had accumulated around me.<br />
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Little did I know the wrath I would encounter.<br />
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Running into the 7-11 that I originally bought the bottle from, I pulled it out of the side pocket of my gym bag and shoved it in the face of the woman working there. She happened to be crouched on the floor sorting out stacks of magazines at the time, and when she saw my Vitasoy bottle her face immediately blackened.<br />
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"Wahhh... it's all moldy!!" she cried out in disgust, giving me the ugliest stink-eye I've ever seen in Hong Kong.<br />
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"I'm here to give it back to you for RECYCLING..." I told her. "Do you want it or not?"<br />
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She continued to give me the stink-eye, shifting her gaze to the bottle and back to me. "Why didn't you wash it?? It's so moldy!!"<br />
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"Ugh!" I grunted, which was the short form for what I really wanted to say: "Gimme a break woman. It's 8am and I don't have the time or energy to argue with you why you don't want to take the bottle I'm bringing back to you for RECYCLING, okay??"<br />
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Having "said" that, I marched over to the cash counter and slammed the bottle down before storming out of there.<br />
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To be fair, I could have and probably should have rinsed it out, but I didn't, and I had no idea I'd be judged for my (slightly) moldy bottle. So for future reference, it's probably best to return it on the same day or right after drinking it, or, keep it at home as a flower vase (which I have a few of already).<br />
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Otherwise, let this be a lesson from the 7-11 lady: <i>Rinse out your damn Vitasoys!</i><br />
<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-60835649740898429262015-06-30T19:03:00.000+08:002015-06-30T19:03:34.474+08:00Lychee brosIt's lychee season and since I have been eating an insane amount of them (no nosebleeds yet!) I was inspired to draw this:<br />
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com1Hong Kong22.396428 114.1094970000000321.9265115 113.46405000000003 22.8663445 114.75494400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-35209775330373964422015-03-24T22:03:00.001+08:002015-03-24T22:03:57.755+08:00Octopus thiefSo, the unthinkable happened. Or rather, the inevitable. My Octopus card, which I was reluctant to link to my credit card for this EXACT reason, went missing.<br />
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At first, I thought I'd just misplaced it, so several weeks passed before I decided to check my bank account to see whether someone had actually stolen it. I mean, what were the odds, really? There was nothing on the card that would indicate it being linked to a credit card, and who the hell steals an Octopus card anyway?<br />
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The answer: [<i>insert squinty glare</i>] <i><b>SOMEONE</b></i>.<br />
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I'm afraid I have no further details on this certain <i>someone</i> since my only option was to cancel the credit card link and the Octopus card once I saw that the card had been topped up 3-4x since I had lost it. Luckily, it was only HK$150 per time, but it was still a sh*tty feeling to know that someone, somewhere had been using my Octopus card (and spending MY hard earned cash!!).<br />
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I did end up canceling the card immediately, but this whole thing got me thinking. Instead of canceling the stolen card, why don't the Octopus authorities just track the spending/traveling pattern of the card to locate the perp, and catch them red-handed instead? It must be pretty easy since you can always see the last 10 trips made on the card, not to mention purchases made.<br />
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Why let them off so easy?? Octopus people, I'm talking to you. It's about time you bring justice to Octopus thieves instead of letting them off the hook. Who's with me??<br />
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com2Hong Kong22.396428 114.1094970000000321.9265115 113.46405000000003 22.8663445 114.75494400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-92220229842775125792014-10-01T23:59:00.000+08:002014-10-02T00:00:34.559+08:00Josh do it!My tribute to Joshua Wong, the 17-year-old political activist in Hong Kong who may scrawny and nerdy-looking, but an inspiration to so many (including me). Read more about him <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/oct/01/joshua-wong-teenager-public-face-hong-kong-protests" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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<b>#OccupyCentral #supportHK </b>To everyone out there who might be hearing otherwise, the protests are very calm and peaceful, everyone is just sitting around, being supportive, recycling garbage, helping one another out, whether by spraying mist to help cool down, passing out free bread, water, masks, towels, etc. chanting, singing, studying, etc. <b> #ILoveHongKong</b></div>
Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-15045369653589699732014-08-05T23:58:00.000+08:002014-08-05T23:58:00.091+08:00The pointy haired man exists!So you may have already heard about (or seen) this impossibly pointy haired man shaping his hairstyle in the MTR, and the way he did so with the exaggerated movements seemed so ridiculous that I was pretty sure he wasn't real (ie. that it was a prank of some sort). <br />
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But lo and behold, while I was in the 24-hour Wellcome's cookie aisle last night, I saw Mr. Pointy Hair himself next to me checking out the cracker options.<br />
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I couldn't help but get excited at the sight of him and the pyramid of hair that sat on top of his head. Stiff and full of gel or hairspray, or both.<br />
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He seemed to notice the stares (as he kept looking at me), probably because I kept glancing at him too. And something told me that he must know that he's become somewhat of an internet sensation, because he seemed to welcome the attention as he walked through the aisles.<br />
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For those who have yet to view him in action, here it is:<br />
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Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com3Hong Kong22.396428 114.1094970000000321.9265115 113.46405000000003 22.8663445 114.75494400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-15884198061281702682014-08-04T23:14:00.000+08:002014-08-04T23:14:37.742+08:00Hong Kong people can be niceA lot of people have the impression that Hong Kong people are unfriendly, rude or impolite. And it's understandable, given how many there are that:<br />
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<li>don't yield or give way - EVER</li>
<li>don't make eye contact or conversation with strangers</li>
<li>speak in a rough manner or just loudly</li>
<li>poke you in the eye with umbrellas</li>
<li>don't help you if you fall down</li>
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Just yesterday, when I was at my favourite fruit stall in Causeway Bay to buy some longan fruit (only HK$12 for two pounds) the guy threw in a free mandarin orange for me, for no reason at all, with a big smile on his face.<br />
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Then, at night, when it started to pour down, I was walking home in front of a HK lady with an umbrella, and while I was at a stoplight waiting to cross the street, she offered to share her umbrella with me until I reached cover. After she reached her building and went inside, she came back out to ask me if I wanted to borrow her umbrella -- me, a total stranger!<br />
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And today, when I was crossing the road in Sheung Wan, I was looking the wrong way when a HK lady reached out and stopped me from stepping right in front of a moving tram, saying "Watch out, miss!"<br />
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So, has HK always been this nice or has something changed? Has anyone else had similar experiences (and I'm not talking about people you've known for a while, but total strangers)? Let me know!<br />
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-46458257266044746072014-07-01T11:58:00.001+08:002014-08-05T00:03:42.678+08:00Barcode men<div style="text-align: center;">
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Now why didn't I think of that... (thanks to my colleague in Thailand who enlightened me). Apparently it's a term first coined by the Japanese, who refer to men with combovers as 'barcode dudes'. Love it!</div>
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It's been a while since I came across something worth blogging about, but we can all thank the psycho lady who was in the line to buy tickets on Sunday for The Peacock, a dance performance by Chinese dancer and choreographer Yang Liping.</div>
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The show was held over Easter weekend at the Hong Kong Cultural Centre and completely sold out, but a limited number of tickets were being released every morning of each show (10am). I arrived at 9:05am on Sunday and there were already 25+ people ahead of me(!).</div>
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Anyway, the line was pretty civil until around 9:30am when I heard a woman shrieking, "Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up!!" in a Mandarin accent. In the next few minutes I also heard her shout a few English words like, "No respect, si-tu-pid, Im-a tee-cha!!" and even "Faak-u!!" </div>
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Turns out it was a middle-aged Chinese woman sitting on the floor in the queue, about the 10th person in line, and she was verbally assaulting an elderly Hong Kong Chinese granny who was a few people in front of her. </div>
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She was saying horrible things like, "You greedy bitch, why are you taking so many pamphlets, why don't you take 100?!!" and "You're such an old bitch, that's why your sons and daughters and grandsons don't even come to see the show with you, and that's why you're in this line alone!!"</div>
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Eventually the old granny left the queue to get some space, and the HK Cultural Centre staff went to apologise to her on the lady's behalf.</div>
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After that, things escalated as the woman started picking on other people, shouting things like, "I didn't see you in line at 7am, don't cut in line you asshole, I was here at 7am, not you! That stool was green before and now it's pink, I remember clearly! What are you, a magician?!!" and on and on it went.</div>
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One woman challenged her back and said she was just in line to buy one ticket for her mom, and the psycho lady screamed back, "Your mom is DEAD, if you manage to get a ticket your mom is DEAD, in fact, she's already DEAD!!" and that made things even worse (it's pretty much universal that when you mess with someone's mom, you've crossed the line).</div>
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Someone eventually challenged her to call the cops, and that's exactly what the psycho lady did, reporting to the police that there were people cutting the queue and she wanted them arrested. When the cops came 15 minutes later, the psycho lady stepped out of the queue to point out the queue-cutters, but it became quite obvious to them who was the real problem.</div>
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At first, the police officers were polite with the psycho lady, until they asked for her HKID and she realised that she was being targeted, not the others. She proceeded to scream at the cop, "You're never going to get a promotion, you useless cop!! Screw you, screw you, hope your entire family dies!!!" </div>
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At that point, the cops finally realised they needed to get her out of the box office area, as she was making everyone uncomfortable, so the guy cop yelled in her face, "I TOLD YOU TO GO OVER THERE!!" to which she just screamed back in a sobbing voice, "NO, NO, NO!!!" over and over.</div>
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So, there she was, screaming her crazy head off, surrounded by HK Cultural Centre "security" staff and two police officers, and NO ONE is laying a finger on her. The cop tells the security staff to grab her and pull her to the side, but they don't dare, and neither does the cop. Eventually, they gang up on her and sort of block her from the box office like a human wall. </div>
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When the box office opens at 10am, she rushes to the front of the line and attempts to buy tickets, and people in the line start shouting, "Line up, you bitch!" and "Eat shit, bitch!!" She doesn't respond and is again blocked off by the security people.</div>
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She screams and curses the whole time while the line moves, and when she sees the woman who was behind her in the queue get up to the box office, she freaks out and shouts, "I WAS BEFORE HER, I WAS BEFORE HER!!!! NO NO NO, IT'S MY TURN NOT HERS!!" So the frightened lady scurries back in line, and get this -- the cops and security actually let the psycho lady through to BUY TICKETS to the show!</div>
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She gives the lady behind her a thumbs up and then orders her tickets, and when she is told that the HK$480 tickets are all sold out, she turns around and says "FUK YOU, THEY DON'T HAVE ANY LEFT AT 480 NOW, FUK YOU!!" while giving the middle finger to the security guards. </div>
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Finally, she gets her tickets and leaves the box office counter, followed by her entourage of security personnel and police officers, and she goes towards the end of the queue, shouting, "I'm going to talk to BBC, CCTV, Mingpao, I want a lawyer! I want a doctor!! I'm going to tell everybody!!" And then, she GETS BACK IN LINE for a second round!! There, it all starts again as she starts screaming intermittently at anything and anyone, and the police officers have left the building.</div>
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Does anyone see a problem with this!? To be honest, I believe that this woman has a serious mental illness, so she shouldn't be held responsible for her horrible behaviour, but she does need to be controlled (read: thrown out of the building and not allowed to buy tickets to the show!) Given her level of psychosis, what if she made the same fuss at the actual performance? </div>
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The security personnel even said that she was there the day before, doing exactly the same thing, and no doubt she was there again on Monday morning to disturb the peace while getting another pair of tickets to the show again.</div>
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In the US, she'd have been given a warning and then physically thrown out if she didn't behave. In Canada, well, we would have asked nicely and probably escorted her out of the building while apolgising profusely. But Hong Kong? You've got to be kidding me!</div>
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P.S. For those who are interested, Yang Liping is an amazing Chinese dancer known for the peacock dance. I've never seen anything like it, here she is doing the Moon dance:</div>
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P.P.S. I did get some video of the psycho lady, but after hours of failed editing, it's really not worth posting. If anyone has a good rec on an Android video editing app, please share!<br />
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P.P.P.S. Okay so I did eventually edit the video but it's all sorts of messed up (can't rotate video, for instance) but if you're interested, view it <a href="http://missfonginhk.tumblr.com/post/83521381673/crazy-lady-at-the-peacock-show-in-hong-kong" target="_blank">here</a>!<br />
<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-13473813960192961072014-01-28T00:26:00.000+08:002014-01-28T00:26:59.920+08:00Chinese New Year flowers for dummiesConfession: I'm a horrible Chinese. It's four days from Chinese New Year and I still haven't cleaned or decorated my home!! (Half of that's because I'm not really sure how to -- yup, I'm kinda clueless.)<br />
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I know we need to have fresh flowers in the home since they represent 'new birth and regrowth' in the new year, but which ones should I get? If you're having the same dilemma as me, here's a quick guide to some of the most popular choices:<br />
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<b>What they do:</b> Help you live longer; give single people hope.</div>
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<b>Why:</b> The blossoms symbolise growth, prosperity, long life and romance.</div>
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<b>Where to put it: </b>In the oldest and nicest porcelain vase you have -- it's believed that the older the vase, the longer the flowers will bloom.</div>
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<b>What it does: </b>Make the money roll in.</div>
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<b>Why: </b>Gumgut (in Cantonese) is a pun for gold (gum) and good fortune (dai gut). </div>
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<b>Where to put it:</b> In doorways.</div>
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<b>What it does:</b> Make you rich.</div>
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<b>Why:</b> Its yellow and white flowers represent gold, silver and wealth. Plus, they smell good.</div>
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<b>Where to put it: </b>In a shallow dish with smooth pebbles and filled with water.</div>
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<b>What they do:</b> Bring luck and good fortune.</div>
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<b>Why:</b> Known as the 'flower of riches and honour' in Chinese, they symbolise feminine beauty, love and affection. Red ones are most popular for CNY. </div>
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<b>Where to put it: </b>Anywhere that looks good!</div>
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<br />Pussy willow</h4>
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<b>What they do: </b>Bring money in (surprise!)</div>
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<b>Why</b>: The Chinese name 'yin liu' means 'silver willow', which sounds like 'money flowing in'. If they bloom during the first 15 days of CNY, you've hit the jackpot!</div>
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<b>Where to put it: </b>In a container of water at room temperature in a cool, shaded area. </div>
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Other popular flowers include orchids, lilies, azalea, sunflowers, and pretty much every flower under the sun (except roses, I think). For more on CNY flowers, check out this <a href="http://education.asianart.org/sites/asianart.org/files/resource-downloads/Fruits%20%26%20Flowers%20Brochure.pdf" target="_blank">handy guide</a>. </div>
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And... should you want to send some CNY greetings to your friends and family, check out my all-new <a href="http://www.miss-fong.com/" target="_blank">Miss Fong in Hong Kong CNY postcards</a>!</div>
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-74888296192380807122013-12-07T03:43:00.000+08:002013-12-07T03:43:47.921+08:00Hong Kongers reject the Moon Cup I love watching Apple Daily's action news videos for two reasons: they're super sensational, and they use silly Cantonese slang to report (as opposed to serious news anchor talk that I can barely understand). My understanding of formal Cantonese is pretty crap, and to be honest, I don't always catch everything that's said on Apple Daily action news either, so the animated bits definitely help a lot.<br />
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The other day, I watched this video about the Moon Cup in Hong Kong, which is a reusable menstrual cup that gets put inside a girl's you-know and collects you-know-what during that time of month. The reporter went around town asking for ladies' opinions of it and as expected, most were grossed out.<br />
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Then, they asked a medical expert for HIS opinion and I couldn't believe my eyes/ears. Here's what I <i>thought</i> I heard he said:<br />
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"Hong Kong girls and Chinese girls -- when we stick one finger in [their hoo-ha] to examine them, they can usually accept this. But when we stick two fingers in, it already hurts. So, you can see that this [Moon Cup] is already bigger than my two fingers, and if you try to force it in, not all women will be able to accept this. "<br />
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I watched the video a few more times to see if I heard him right. And I did hear right!! So, is he saying that Hong Kong and Chinese women can't accept (and have never had) anything larger than one finger down there...?? And that's why they can't use the Moon Cup? Umm...riiiiiight. Sounds like bullshit to me! <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Or that's just really sad.</span><br />
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I never thought it would be, but I blame my super sound-proof earbuds from Samsung and a particularly juicy email I was reading on my phone. As usual, I was following a massive crowd into the MTR, with no clue of how many seconds had passed since the doors had first opened, and before I knew it, I was being violently shoved to the left and squished in between the two platform doors.<br />
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What's worse -- my middle finger (which happens to be the longest part of me when squished, good to know) was caught in the actual MTR doors, and I can only imagine what the people on the inside were thinking as they stared at my lone finger poking through.<br />
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PS. For anyone wondering what it feels like to be squished by the MTR doors, they're actually much stronger than they look! Don't expect them to be like elevator doors that spring open at the lightest touch -- these doors can and will probably crush old people with osteoporosis (so drink your milk, kids!). I got two giant bruises on both arms after this incident, so watch out! :(<br />
<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com2Hong Kong22.396428 114.1094970000000321.9265115 113.46405000000003 22.8663445 114.75494400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-39634676368239710392013-06-23T11:30:00.000+08:002013-12-03T23:23:47.613+08:00Canto 101: Ocean skinIn my ongoing quest to become more Chinese, I'm picking up my Canto-learning again, one step at a time. That means listening to more Cantopop on KKBOX (reading lyrics really helps) and taking note of any interesting phrases I come across.<br />
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One of them is 海皮 -- "hoi pei", which means sea shore. I first heard it when taxi drivers would ask me if I wanted to go home via the highway or the "hoi pei", and it's never not sounded funny to me.<br />
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In my head, I just can't help visualizing it as literally the "ocean skin" since "海" means ocean and "皮" means skin. Am I crazy?? To be fair, "ocean skin" is a super accurate description of the sea shore as the "skin" can be anything from sandy and bumpy to smooth and layered.<br />
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Like, I've had breakfast with TV show host Egg, seen Cantopop singer Lui Fong buy Taiwanese fried chicken before dashing back into his car, watched one of the Grasshoppers drive by on Queen's Road Central, bumped into Bernice Liu at a concert and walked past the one-and-only Chow Yun Fat (disguised as a homeless man) in Central. What can I say, Hong Kong is small.</div>
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But, my most recent sighting was completely unexpected when I ran into Mr. Good Hair himself, Ekin 'Noodle' Cheng at a random high-end lifestyle store, where it was just him and his wife in the store with us. </div>
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At first, I tried to play it cool by pretending I didn't notice nor know him, but as the minutes passed and all these Ekin-scenes started to flash through my mind, I couldn't help but succumb to my fangirl-dom and ask for a picture (correction: I was so nervous that CC had to ask for me!).</div>
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How awkward ... as I stood in between him and his wife for a photo. Those seconds felt like minutes as we stood side-by-side, careful not to make any physical contact. </div>
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To make matters worse, I actually turned to Ekin and blurted out, "You look like my dad!" To which he replied, "Really?" (NO... not really.. I have no idea why I said that...Sorry Ekin!!)</div>
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Ahhh, so embarrassing. But hopefully, others have said worse things. Right?? RIGHT?? OK, maybe not. But anyhoo... This incident got me thinking about what I should do the next time I run into a celeb, like... maybe say hi first, make some small talk (about their latest work, favourite movie, how amazing they are, what they are wearing, what they are doing today, NOT how much they look like my dad -- no offense, Dad), and then...ask for a pic.</div>
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Of course, I'm assuming that my brain will be working logically at that time, which in all likelihood it won't, so what the hell, "Hey!! Can I have a picture?" it is!</div>
Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com0Hong Kong22.396428 114.1094970000000321.9265115 113.46405000000003 22.8663445 114.75494400000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-24983569471964501262013-02-01T18:49:00.000+08:002013-12-03T23:26:04.070+08:00In the mood for CNY<br />
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I've never been big on Chinese New Year -- sure, I buy my ONE zodiac animal fook sign each year and hang it on my front door -- but I usually don't make much of an effort to follow any of the other traditions that you're supposed to do before, during and after(?) CNY. What can I say, I'm a phony Chinese…(otherwise known as a Canadian-Chinese, haha ;)</div>
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This year is a different story though, as I've been getting totally worked up about everything CNY, including the flower fair, the different laisee packet designs, red and gold this and that, traditional costumes, superstitions, calendars, etc.!</div>
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It must be because I've been working on a special project for the Asia Society Hong Kong Center (that you should definitely hit up if you're in town) -- the <a href="http://asiasociety.org/hong-kong/events/chinese-new-year-family-day" target="_blank">Chinese New Year Family Day</a> this Sunday, Feb 3!</div>
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I'd go if I could, but I'm off to be "reunited" with my family in Canada (seee, one CNY tradition fulfilled), so I'll be missing out on the God of Fortune, lion and ribbon dances, Chinese puppet shows, Cantonese opera, CNY food galore, silk knotting, paper dragon making, shaolin demos, story telling and the chance to dress up as little emperors and empresses -- how cute!</div>
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It's technically for kids but I'm sure they won't mind a few bigger kids running around, and when you're there, don't forget to take a look at some of the artwork around the event (drawn by yours truly)!</div>
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Here's a sneak peek/exclusive compilation:</div>
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There's a reason why the weather is such a great subject to talk about. It's safe, far from personal and everyone can relate to it. UNLIKE BIMPLES!!</div>
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That's right -- bimples, aka. back pimples, or bacne (back-acne) if you prefer.</div>
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I was sitting at my desk typing away when my colleague snuck up from behind me to whisper, "Do you ever grow 'lup-lups' on your back?"</div>
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I turned my head slowly to come face-to-face with her extremely concerned expression.</div>
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"Lup…lup…?" I couldn't believe she was asking me this. (Lup-lup means little bumps in Canto, translation = zits)</div>
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"Yes, I saw your back through your sweater," (I was wearing a sweater with a teardrop cutout on the back), "and I just wondered if you ever grew zits there."</div>
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"Because I do!" she exclaimed. "I can't wear sweaters like that because I have zits on my back. That's why I take Chinese medicine, to keep them from coming back."</div>
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Shocked, grossed out and fighting the vivid images of bacne in my head, I racked my brain for zits-related things to say and started blabbing, "Oh, I know people who grow zits on their back too. And on their shoulders, and other parts of the body. Actually, I get zits sometimes on my chin. It's totally normal, yea…"</div>
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By then, she had returned to her desk and sat down, and the conversation was over, as if it had never happened.</div>
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So yea, bacne, not a good subject. Please don't ever talk to me about it again. T_T"</div>
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So, besides selling <a href="http://miss-fong.blogspot.hk/2012/12/put-little-fook-into-it.html">fook-less Xmas tree ornaments</a> at the Handmade HK bazaar last weekend, I also had a small selection of Xmas cards on sale that I designed myself :D (no fook there either, sorry lady)!</div>
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<li>All I Want for Xmas is… (Dim Sum!)</li>
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Thanks to everyone who came by and picked them up! I hope you're enjoying your cards/ornaments/bow ties/fimo! :)</div>
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Also big thanks to the people at <a href="http://asiasociety.org/hong-kong">Asia Society</a> Hong Kong for stocking my cards! They're now on sale at the gift store right outside the ultra hip and happening' AMMO, so be sure to take a peek while you're on a pee break (the store is in between the restaurant and the restrooms)!</div>
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Alternatively if you'd like to order any cards from me directly, please feel free to send me an email at <a href="mailto:sheupy@hotmail.com">sheupy@hotmail.com</a> (I've got just a few left!). Thanks and happy holidays everyone! *<|:{) ~ho ho ho!</div>
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Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com0Hong Kong22.396428 114.10949722.161534500000002 113.79364000000001 22.6313215 114.425354tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-50320635967788265622012-12-07T17:07:00.000+08:002012-12-07T17:07:33.315+08:00Put a little fook into itIn preparation of the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/418595911528440/">Handmade HK Xmas Bazaar</a>, I ran into my neighborhood stationery store to see if they had any more goodies for me to craft something out of. It's always fun to go in there because the store is run by an older husband and wife (?) team who are quite possibly insane.<br />
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That sounds a bit harsh, I know, but you'd think so too if you met them. Simply walking in will elicit a maniacal laugh from the old man (not to mention any requests, ie. "Pens?! Ha ha ha ha ha!!") and the woman isn't much better with her bulging eyes, chatter mouth and snarky comments (ie. to a small child: "Get it yourself, you're a big boy!")<br />
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While paying, she asked me what I was making with all that stuff "anyway" and I mentioned this arts and crafts market to her.<br />
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She still wasn't convinced, so I decided to show her one of my products -- the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=428858583846430&set=a.428858570513098.94206.131682636897361&type=1&theater">felt Christmas tree</a>.<br />
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"Here it is!" I said, proudly, as I flashed her the picture on my iPhone. Squinting down at it, her expression, which seemed to say "chieehhh" in Cantonese (aka. meh) didn't budge, not even after I swiped to show her a few more products.<br />
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After a long pause, she finally said, "I know! What you need is a little fook!"<br />
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She got up and scuttled to the back of the store, yelling, "Come here!"<br />
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I followed, and she pointed at these tiny squares of lai see envelopes in red and yellow with the word '福' (read: fortune) emblazoned on it.<br />
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"Fook? Isn't that for Chinese New Year? My things are for Christmas!"<br />
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com3Hong Kong22.396428 114.10949722.161534500000002 113.79364000000001 22.6313215 114.425354tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-10109838507144889722012-10-14T19:10:00.000+08:002012-10-14T19:10:01.025+08:00No more Gangnam StyleFeeling particular uninspired lately and even less so after watching the Hong Kong version of Gangnam Style. I get it -- people all over the world love PSY and his horse dancing but do we really need to watch his video over and over (each time with different people doing the same exact moves)!?<br />
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Not only is the Hong Kong Gangnam Style video utterly unoriginal (everything about the video is the same as PSY's; only the backgrounds have changed), the worst part is, the stupid girl in the front doesn't even know how to do the horse dance (um, hello, you need to JUMP and lift your feet off the ground)!! Ugh.<br />
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Having said that, props to Fat Dragon in Vancouver who made a REAL Gangnam Style spoof called "我怕國民 style" (lit. I'm afraid of China style), which sounds like "Oppa Gwokman Style" and features original lyrics in Canto protesting against the national education "brainwashing" program:<br />
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C'mon Hong Kong, you can do better than this. When are we going to see some real "港男" style?<br />
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It's funny how someone can piss you off so much without saying a word. Take for instance, my local egg waffle man. </div>
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A few weeks ago (yes, I hold a grudge), I was hoping to ask him if it'd be possible for him to make me some red egg waffles for my friend's moon-yuet party -- a traditional yet modern twist on those red eggs usually served at those parties. </div>
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I know it seems like an awkward request, but I deliberately chose a time when he had no customers to make my approach. Walking up with a friendly smile, I told him the story of how my friend, who had been in confinement for the past 30 days, would love nothing more than to have some yummy Hong Kong egg waffles at her party, and if it were at all possible, if he could just make a few egg waffles for me if I brought the red dye to him, perhaps before he opened shop one morning. </div>
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The egg waffle man, a skinny Chinese guy in his late 20s or early 30s who'd been staring at me with a dull facial expression, took a few seconds to process this and then ... shook his head. </div>
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"What do you mean?" I asked, hoping to find out why he couldn't do it. "I'll bring the red dye and I only need 1-2 waffles."</div>
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"I'll pay you double, no, triple for them, and I'll even clean the batter jugs for you afterwards!!" </div>
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"What do you mean no? Can't you just tell me why? What's the reason you can't do it? Tell me so I can understand!" I sputtered at him in my crappy Cantonese.</div>
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4. Then, there was a chubby woman in the change room who decided to apply body lotion while completely nude, with one leg up on the bench, giving everyone who passed by a clear shot into her you-know-what.</div>
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5. Last but not least, at a recent lingerie show, one of the models had on a bodysuit so tight, the crotch of it rode up and squeezed one side of her labia out!! :O Ugh!!</div>
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<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-79971044282510844532012-07-19T00:30:00.002+08:002013-12-03T23:27:07.584+08:00How to piss off perverts in Hong Kong<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Hong Kong girls are known for being slightly more conservative than their overseas counterparts (holla!) -- often covering up their skin and what little curves they have with layers of lace and ruffles, so, what's a horny guy to do? Peek up their skirts, that's what!</span></div>
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We already know about the genius who installed a camera into the toe of his shoes to snap upskirt photos on moving escalators, but now, thanks to the DAB (that's Democratic Alliance for the Betterment of Hong Kong, phew!) Women's Affair Committee, <a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2012/07/16/apple_hong_kong_store_peeping_tom_worries/" target="_blank">Hong Kong perverts</a> now have over 10 new places to circle under in the hopes of glimpsing some local punani.</div>
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On the <a href="http://www.dab.org.hk/hk/content/web.do?id=ff80808129971b2601387f7f5534099b" target="_blank">list of "black spots" that they've identified</a> is geek central -- the spiral staircase at the Apple Store in IFC -- plus various transparent glass floors, fences and elevators at Times Square, Island Beverley mall, the Central Library footbridge and the Hong Kong international airport (basically anywhere with glass, DUH). </div>
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The Committee warns us women to not "become the tools of the culprits who commit crimes" (yes, that was a Google translation) and if any of us should become "candid targets", to report the suspect to the police (as if they'll be able to do anything :P). </div>
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What Hong Kong women REALLY should be doing is taking matters into their own hands... or should I say pants:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Ahh, Japan. What would we do without your creepy inventions?</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></div>
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I'm annoyed that I didn't come across these earlier as they would have been perfect for Halloween! What I'm talking about are the plastic face masks made by <a href="http://real-f.jp/en_top.html" target="_blank">Japanese company Real-F</a> that are an exact replica of … YOUR FACE (or anyone else's). </div>
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The details are down to the pores, moles, eyelashes, and blood vessels, which they create by taking pictures of your face from various angles and imprinting it on a vinyl chloride resin over a mold. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So, why make a replica mask? I can think of a few reasons ... you could freeze the way you look at this moment, make love to yourself (kinkeh), or finally get people to understand what it's like to be you - just make sure they don't do anything illegal while wearing it!</span></div>
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In either case, masks cost US$3,920 for the first one and US$780 for additional copies (<a href="http://real-f.jp/en_top.html" target="_blank">here</a>). Check out this <a href="http://hk.dv.nextmedia.com/actionnews/local/20120706/16489954/16490188" target="_blank">video from Apple Daily</a> showing the mask in action (where nobody even bats an eye)! </div>
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<br /></div>Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-90660069928781423852012-06-30T10:00:00.000+08:002013-12-03T23:27:29.157+08:00Tin Hau Harmonica Elbow BeggarI haven't been seeing many beggars around lately, except for the <a href="http://miss-fong.blogspot.hk/2009/01/beggars-in-hk.html">LKF Plastic Bag Lady</a> and possibly the <a href="http://miss-fong.blogspot.hk/2009/01/wanchai-homeless-beggar.html">Wanchai Homeless Beggar</a> whom I think I spotted in Lan Kwai Fong the other night.<br />
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However, I did see a rather upbeat and jolly beggar a few weeks ago in Tin Hau just outside the MTR station on King's Road. <span style="background-color: white;">He had picked a good location, since sizable crowds would gather while waiting to cross the busy intersection. </span><br />
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At first glance, the Tin Hau Harmonica Elbow Beggar (you'll understand the name soon) looked like a normal person who was just playing the harmonica out of his elbows (a way to get attention perhaps) but upon closer inspection, I realised that he didn't have any forearms -- just little stumps after the elbow joint.<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">While playing his tunes, he was also side-stepping to the music and grooving along, not to mention making eye contact with everyone who passed. It was pretty cool to see a beggar getting so into it, unlike the more dormant types like the <a href="http://miss-fong.blogspot.hk/2010/11/mong-kok-tree-trunk-stumps-beggar.html">Mong Kok Tree Trunk Stumps Beggar</a> or the <a href="http://miss-fong.blogspot.hk/2010/07/wanchai-parma-ham-leg-beggar.html">Wanchai Parma Ham Leg Beggar</a>. </span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Keep it up, dude!</span></div>
<br />Miss Fonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01393701941284307983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777221752025014699.post-18990464509860072902012-06-27T09:00:00.000+08:002013-12-03T23:27:45.217+08:00My evil thoughtsSometimes, I get these evil thoughts. Like today, when this elderly Mandarin-speaking woman in front of me at the MTR customer service counter opened her mouth wide, turned towards me and started making these deep and dry-throated "BLEH-EH-EHH" noises.<br />
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Apparently, she had some phlegm lodged in her throat, and believed that the longer the "BLEHHH" the more chunks of phlegm she could move upwards into her mouth. It was pretty gross, and as expected my "WTF" face didn't faze her at all. Even the guy inside of the MTR service counter looked disturbed.<br />
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It's moments like these when the evil thoughts occur, like how I imagined hacking up and spitting a giant phlegm ball into her face (if only I knew how to hack phlegm up). Unfortunately, it's a skill I never picked up, but the thought of doing so brought a small smile to my face. :)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">(And before all you haters post a nasty comment below -- yes, I'm a horrible, horrible person :P)</span><br />
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