it's 3pm. And instead of exploring the busy streets of hong kong, i'm back at hall, kept indoors by the pouring rain and my stomach cramps.

This early afternoon, I couldn't resist the temptations (despite yesterday's happenings) and got off the bus at Hollywood Road (which according to Mummy is Lan Kwok Fung. It looks perfectly lovely in the day. A eclectic selection of nick-nacks stores and exotic restaurant scattered all over the VERY STEEP slopes.

At every turn, you can pick off ang-moh tourists and european people. I got quite a few stares myself. So I guess, I too, reeked tourist.

As I walked around aimlessly, without a proper camera. I begin to wonder?

I'm alone.
With very little inclination to photograph every thing in sight.
NO plans to SHOP or buy any of the EXPENSIVE nick-nacks that will overload my shoebox.

Then what was I doing there? I wondered about the point of travelling, the idea of sight-seeing. But I enjoyed myself, very much. Just people watching, drinking my sugar cane juice (so much better than those back home), leisurely walking while the locals rush past you to nowhere.

And this popped up in my head as I got to Central. I suddenly remembered another point I wanted to make yesterday.

THE GUYS IN HK!! OMG! There's just so much a HIGHER chance of finding eye candy here than in Singapore. I'll give it a rating of 6 of 10 guys being on the passing mark of 7. Maybe I should seriously consider my KR's suggestion of getting a local BF. And let love conquer my poor progress in Canto.

Ps: Contrary to what travel guides say about locals being appreciative of your efforts to speak canto, I have been 嫌棄 for more times that I can remember and still prefer to use English. Which is BAD!!

p.ps: For my lovely extravagant buy! See below.. In the process of naming 'em. =)Can't wait for summer to end, so they can come out of the box and explore HK with me.