Macau

Self-taken photo of us while waiting for the ferry.



Kelvin, Shawn and I went over to Macau for 2 days, 1 night. Macau is a really beautiful place, with an interesting blend of historical buildings alongside flashy casinos.



Boatride leaving Macau, note that long white bridge.







I love the Portugese style buildings along the streets, it has a nice European feel to it.




















This bookshop sells books written/translated in the Portuguese language.






Three of us in front of the ruins of St Paul's.
















A close up.































The streets are completely empty at night as everyone flocks to the casinos. Very very extravagant places, these are.

















The next morning, we went over to the Black-Sand Beach. As its name suggests, the sand on the shore is black, which makes it rather unique.




































I find the mishmash of languages rather interesting. Every signboard in Macau is written in Chinese (traditional) and Portuguese while people usually communicate in Cantonese.

Yay, Jesus!

This post is for my friends in China who wanted to see photos but can't access Flickr

I'm back! I'm back in good ol' Singapore and boy I miss home so so much!

This is XiaoJin, also known as Goldie (by Joel and I ;p) almost my 'guardian' in Beijing, but more of one of my closest Chinese friends. She sent me to the Beijing International Airport on 7th July. Much thanks to Ruyin who helped me lug my luggage and stuff down 4 storeys too. The checking in was crazy when Xiaowei was late and had an overweight luggage. It was a mad rush to get to the plane in time, but thankfully we did and it was actually kinda thrilling looking back on it.


This are the male escorts I had in Hong Kong. But they weren't really escorts because they took more time than I did in the bathroom and were very particular about their hair, and their shirt and their shoes and their skin complexion...you get the idea. I really enjoyed my 5-day rendezvous with them. It was hilarious and almost heart-warming in a weird sense.

This is Shawn, who wants is amazingly tall and who wants to be my older brother except he is actually a good 10 months younger than I am; and Kelvin, who seems to have a quirky interest in Shawn's behind all the time. And I am not kidding on this, here is one more photo evidence:

This was taken at the Black-Sand beach in Macau. Really beautiful, in my opinion. As its name suggests, the sand on the beach was black. But Shawn the tall brother kept insisting it was simply dirty sand.














This is Waikit, my tall mortal and naughty casanova.






This is us along the corridor of our backpackers' hostel in Hong Kong. It really looks haunted, doesn't it?



HONG KONG
Hong Kong is very modern, much more developed than Singapore, I think. I felt like I was back to civilisation when I touched down in Hong Kong, after flying from Beijing. The culture of branded goods seems very prevalent there. Everywhere you turn is some branded goods retail outlet, Gucci, Prada, LV etc etc, not my cup of tea, really.



Chanced upon a group of people filming. Saw one of the older Hong Kong actors. I think being in Hong Kong made me appreciate Cantonese films a bit more because I am now able to recognise the different streets in the shows.
This is the view of Hong Kong's city lights from the Peak. Beautiful.



This is a picture of the building we stayed in. Very characteristic of Hong Kong. Strange to see modern buildings all around and yet have several buildings with dingy living conditions like this around. Land is sparse in Hong Kong.












What can I say, these siew mais are absolutely fantastic and to die for.

Hong Kong- Shen Zhen - Macau

Blogging from HK International Airport now and looking forward to boarding the plane later. It's been a really cool week at HK-Shenzhen-Macau. I think my favourite place is Macau, with it's lovely empty roads (cos everyone is at the casinos), flashy casinos, beautiful Portugese buildings and an interesting black-sand beach. Other than that, the company was fantastic, moving around with three crazy men (later two) was a permanent stitch in the sides due to overlaughter while enjoying the decadent lifestyle of eating and sleeping and eating and sleeping. Ugh.

All the world's a stage

And all men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances.

Not sure whether I'm the one who is stepping out of their stage or they are exiting mine. Whatever it is, there is a new stage to look forward to.

Thank you, China. For all the memories that hold dear.