Dorothy looks like Malaysia’s popular Lifestyle Columnist, Dina Zaman except that she tends to her clients on board Cathay Pacific. Slim, articulate and attractive, I almost hugged her in surprise thinking it was Dina, flying off to Hong Kong only to find that Dina’s third lookalike is way too thin, and über-lanky. Dina’s second lookalike with her alien-like contacts works as a Pharmacist at Port Dickson.
Until the time for disembarkment, Dorothy could have very well been a new friend. But when I asked for that paper to fill in my details, she looked at me in horror.
“You’re not a Hong Kong ID holder?” she asked, her large eyes popped as if she couldn’t believe that I may have, at her repulsion best be from Mainland China.
“No”
“Uurgh!!” as she literally threw the disembarkment slip onto my lap.
Such ‘genuine’ smiles can be utterly deceiving in Asia. I am disliking it more, and more.
There are four things the Chinese secretly hates
— Death
— The number ‘four’
— Loosing face
— Being poor
Unfortunately these aren’t spared in Hong Kong. Arriving at the airport and being literally shouldered by the waves of people, with glazed eyes who seemed lost in the chaos of the rush, one can almost immediately understand why. There is a dire need for inner workings on that level of consciousness.
後之視今，亦由今之視昔。
I have a confession.
I’m not Chinese although I am somehow Asian somewhere by eyes-slit shape, and my careless way of socialising with the masses { — no I don’t speak through an acoustic device telling the world what they need to hear; this blog is excellent for that purpose}, and I dislike Hong Kong maybe as much as the next racist person who dislike another colour other than its own. Of all the cities in the world, Hong Kong with her most beautiful topography would be the last place on planet Earth I would ever visit before continuing my journey towards the stars and I’m neither talking of Universal Studios, or Bollywood.
But then, I’m being bias.
Lifeless, robotic, the energies here are non-bouyant. If one is an empath, Hong Kong should not even be considered for here, the vibrational leys are somehow monumentally misaligned. There are energy vampires in Hong Kong and they are hiding in these towers sucking out every ounce of positivity you may have stored in a genome.
Talking of geomancy, the Earth’s change in Tsim Sha Tsui, can not only be seen but felt from within. And when that happens, even the most impalpable resonance is gravely disturbed. There is simply no concept of any form of re-cyclisation — despite the architectural edifices, Hong Kong is unfortunately populated by migrants, and mainlanders who are deemed thirteenth class citizens and make for the exciting new breed of billionaires, more than what Hong Kong has produced in the last century.
One would think that these Hong Kees would at least be a tad humble, but this is Hong Kong — Humility translates with a mega bank account, and most are indeed paupers despite the blings and blangs on the street of the fashion ‘conscious’.
The Gweilos {鬼佬} in their first or business class seats are more often than not rarely seen in the city, although one can already imagine their hidden Tai Tais’ {太太} are even rarer to be heard in social circles. The bustling metropolis need to revert to a mindful stance before it falls into its own decay of filth, greed, and lifeless operandis.
If a city can be imagined as having a heart it would most likely be similar to a first world branded factory — Adidas, Louis Vuitton or some unlicensed trinkets sold in black markets online where towers are incommodiously fronted as first class businesses. Backpackers and tourists cramp in make-shift double bed caskets, huge enough to give an idea of what mind slavery and death can be.
Hong Kong is an inexpensive city — the Hong Kees make it otherwise. Numbers are gods as everything has a size, a date, weight and a promising return of millions of HKDs in local lotteries. Cigarettes cost nothing less than HKD50, but a good meal spotted at Bismillah, a halal Turkish eatery on the second floor of block A, at Chung King Mansion will fill the tummy up from HKD 18. At that price, it is considered very cheap and fit for beggars, and in Hong Kong, only the truly wealthy begs. The plebeians dine in posh restaurants paying nothing less than a few thousand dollars a meal.
Thank Heavens, all is not lost … for this pearl of the Dragon Seas is set to be catalysed in the near future reclaiming its past glory, as China’s most important seat for religiosity — be it gold, Islamisation or humanitarian.
唔该
Ref.
Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong
Hong Kong Tourism
HKD Exchange
