Recently, I went to Hong Kong for my mid-semester break, which was then changed to coincide with Hari Raya, making me miss a whole week of classes. Me, being the suku that I am, thought Hong Kong would be a really good place to eat, shop, explore, munch on local delicacies, get great deals on clothes, wolf down chinese dishes, bargains, gobble desserts, (I can go on and on but.. yeah, eat and shop) because the money denomination there is less than Malaysian Ringgit, around 0.4668. So, suku-ish as I am, I thought it would be enough to bring RM500 there.Thank goodness my mom called me when I was in the airport and told me to go change another RM500.
Arriving at the KL LCCT at 4am, we checked in and went to McD’s for breakfast. The 6 of us had porridge and the hotcakes. Brian, feeling hungrier than usual, ordered the Big Breakfast Set, consisting of 2 sausages (burger patties actually), omellete, bread, and the usual hash brown and tea. In the end, kena food poisoning. He had to stay in bed for 2 days.. missing out on the desserts, the food, the shopping, the oh-so-delicious food, the walking, did i mention the food?
One thing for SURE, a long distance flight using Air Asia is NOT a good experience. Do not overlook “NOT A GOOD EXPERIENCE”. Seats as stiff as boards, no room for your legs, some more my boyfriend and his brothers are all tall freaks people.
After 3 hours and 45 minutes, Macau greeted our aching bodies and spinning heads with her COLD, opened, airport arms. It was summer but the walk to the terminal was short, so it didn’t help to warm our bodies which just left the cold cold plane. Then, we meet the robotic Immigration Officers. Seriously! They chop, sign, scan, chop somemore like they’re robots or something. No thank yous, smiles, ‘Welcome to Macau’, just a plain, blank face. I resisted the urge to poke my Immigration officer’s eye, just to see him scream “OUCH!” or whatever they say in Macau. It was HARD.
Then, we ran to the toilet. Brian left his ’signature’ in A FOREIGN toilet while we were busy camwhoring at the airport.
3 women, (actually 2 women and a crazy girl) + FOOD AND SHOPPING MALLS = Helpless boyfriends looking for credit cards because wallets are now empty.
Well, food there was absolutely…. DELISH! You should see the way they present their food. It’s like art. Not those carved-from-carrots dragons and phoenixes, I mean real food presentation, like how a bowl of soup and that piece of parsley makes your mouth water and you need a bucket to catch all the flowing saliva. I know it’s gross but that’s how the food makes you feel. Paying for food was awfully, extremely, exceptionally a tad hard. Yes, Hong Kong may have a smaller denomination than Malaysia but, god, their prices are triple what you can find here. A bowl of porridge costs around HK$20, which means it’s around RM10 per bowl. Back in Miri, it’s only RM2 for a bowl. But, all in all, everything is worth it. We just couldn’t find a shop where they sell bad food. The food just gets better and better for every shop we tried.
I really really really want to upload all the pictures that we took there. Let the pictures do the talking, but you’ll just have to be patient and wait. 
Sorry~
OOOH! And Hong Kong Disneyland is Great! But, that’s another post for another time.. hehe
He misses me too, poor him. I can get to relax, and forget about things that I have to do even when I don’t want to. I need the time where I can be myself, and just do whatever I want to.
