Lost In Hong Kong/ The Correspondent
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MOTIF: LOST IN HONG KONG (PART 1)
The imperial family took a ferry from Macau to Kowloon. We were met by our tour guide named Eric. After herding all 25 members of the tour group, he booked us at Panda Hotel where we would stay for the night.
Eric seemed like a nice person, but he seemed street-wise when it comes to getting kickbacks and commissions. As he said, "Hong Kong is very competitive."
For one, he told the tour group of an optional night tour where we would go around the city's night market. Since it's optional, we have to pay HK$20 (without dinner) and add another HK$20 for dinner. Although we plan on shopping at night, Dad decided not to go along.
That means, we had a lot of free time in our hands. First stop: another round of camwhoring.
In Dad's and brother's room.
Here's the view from the room my sister and I were in. Ewww!
It was 6 pm and we decided to have an early dinner before my sister and I go out for a night of shopping.
But not before another round of camwhoring.
Darn! My humps are showing!
My humps, my humps, may humps!
I swear the panda was ticklish!
We walked several blocks to look for a place to dine. We didn't ask anyone for directions, only relying on our innate sense of direction.
Until finally we stumbled at a restaurant named "Do Do."
Thank the gods that the diner had a menu in English, or else we would have mistaken ordering for "Dodo Steaks" or "Dodo ng Cow."
Most of its dishes are noodles, only with different toppings. We ordered 4 rice noodle dishes for each of us.
We looked silly in that restaurant, since we are the only foreigners there and we kept camwhoring while waiting for the dishes to be served.
We realized that each noodle dish is apparently good for four servings, so we ended up with 8 servings of rice noodles with squid and 8 servings of stir-fried beef noodles. Since we didn't eat much since we went to the airport, we pretty much emptied half of our dishes. I told Dad to give a sign language to the waitress of a clenched fist with palm facing downward. She got what we meant: put the rest on take-out.
The vicinity of the hotel is littered with different department stores and markets, so we couldn't help looking for some goods to buy.
We went to our respective hotel rooms at around 7:30 pm. My sister and I took some rest, thinking on whether or not to shop that night.
(to be continued)
INTERMISSION NUMBER: THE ORDERTAKER
Speaking of taking orders, here's a fitting intermission number courtesy from Parokya Ni Edgar. Can you guess what song it was spoofed from?
SHOWBIZ LIFE: THE CORRESPONDENT
My fanaticism (or I prefer it to call as geekiness) over the upcoming Philippine Idol has reaped a certain reward.
I accepted an offer to be a correspondent for a fansite called Philippine Idol Updates, featuring the latest news and information about the search for "The National Singer."
I would like to thank the people behind the site for acknowedging me several times and it's an honor to contribute for their fansite as much as I could.
So take some time browsing at the Philippine Idol Updates, you could probably spot which reports are mine.
RANDOM HOT MEN: DENNIS TRILLO
At last! A hot picture of Dennis Trillo worthy of worshipping!
BOW DOWN AND WORSHIP MY FOOTNOTE
I've just received an important heirloom from my King Daddy.
It's a Philippine Idol pin, now worn by all employees of ABC-5. You can tell that they are proud of this baby.