No Sleep Til Mongkok!

Saturday Morning. Lets hit the beach!

The island my Aunt's place is located on is called "Lantau Island". On one side of the island is a relatively popular beach, which can be accessible by bus. So, we wake up, and after some dilly dallying, my Aunt, Mom, and I head out for some eats before carting ourselves to the beach. We end up at this Vietnamese restaurant in this local mall. Let me just say that I've never ever, ever had Vietnamese food as good as this.

I ordered myself some Pho, which came out different than what I was used to, Stateside. Still, pretty awesome. No Sriracha, but I dropped in a number of chili peppers to heighten the experience. We did order some of these bangin spring roll things that you wrap in lettuce, and I believe I was able to see the form of God for a small duration of time, summoned by the powerful awesomeness of taste.

Ok, back to the beach. We load up on a bus, tummies gyrating, which carts us up and over some mountains to the shore on the other side. Immediately, you notice how friggin hot it is. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is the type of air that blows across the shore, or maybe being that its a beach, the Sun decides to kick up the intensity a bit. We find ourselves a spot under the cover of some trees, and set up camp.

2 hours pass in the somber, sun soaked vibe that a beach has to offer, and we realize that it was getting late. I needed to meet my cousin in Mongkok, so we had to rip it back home so I could doll up a bit.


We head to Mongkok via the MTR (subway system), and get a bit lost trying to meet Cuz. Eventually though, our mission was successful. Arthur and I evacuate our mothers' company with the quickness, to commence with Mongkok's most renowned pastime (and mine), shopping!!!!!1


Our first prioritized stop was this mini mall, which is packed with these cute little shops full of toys, dirty anime, and badass clothing. Specifically though, we made it a priority to hit this one of a kind clothing shop, run and owned by this dude to promote his designer friend's clothing. Last year, I had purchased the most badass original trucker hat, so I pretty much had to come back for more. Sadly though, the dude told me that the shop was to close down due to lack of business, in 1 week. So, as a result of his sob story, I proceed to buy out the whole store..lol. Something cute and funny, the dude's name was Ray, and the name of the store was X-ray.

Oh yeah, and I found myself some new kicks.





My cousin takes me to the Charlie Brown Cafe. Totally a diamond in the ruff. The place is decked out with Charlie Brown decore, and was filled to the brim with the hippest of the hip. I order me a decadent footlong hot dog, which upon its arrival, caused me to issue forth a "Holy Shit!". The local staff crack up at this, and whenever they passed my table they would giggle and say "Shit!" playfully. Amusing, to say the least.

So afterwards, we have to travel back to Central to meet up with my boy Rich, who is a local DNB promoter. We were to meet him at this club Twyst Mind, for this Raggae party. On the way, we pick up Art's friend Rachel, and we trudge to the club, ready to destroy. The club itself was great. Stella on draft, cheap prices, great crowd. The music starts off with some crackin oldschool Raggae. We were all lovin the hell out of it. Rachel buys me my first Vodka Apple Juice, and boy was it lovely. Perfect summertime drink, highly recommended by yours truly.

Eventually, the crowd thickens like strawberry Jello, everybody gettin down like they're supposed to. Me, I get myself lit up (again), and Rich and I start talkin business. He wants me to play with Shimon next week, but the timeslot would be a bit late, so I'm still torn. Cool note, some dnb heads at the party knew who I was, and were very friendly about it :).

At the end of the night, we stumble our way out of the club, and Art and I end up walking the length of Mongkok to find our bus home, hitting the McDicks for some late night grotty eats (that I regretted the next day, ew). We get home at about 5 AM, Art having to wake up at 9 for work. What a trooper..I love this guy. Day 2 knocked out with a home run, I think. Sorry, no pictures of the club (yet). Check the flickr page though for more pics over all.