Pearl of the orient

The MTR now has glass doors to prevent people from falling down or committing suicide.
City people are the same, they don't move to the middle, they don't give up their seats to the elderly, and they are very kan jiong.
I bought student concession fares because I think can pass off as one. Half price!
The city is very much like Bangkok and any other old city, right smack in the midst of some CBD-ish area, or in some very Paragon-ish shopping centres, you get an aisle of cheap stalls selling everything from elephant G-string for guys to fake low grade Gucci bags.
Almost all sales people can speak Mandarin and English now.
Smoking seems almost officially allowed at all air conditioned place I went.
Pushing past people is the right thing to do. Nobody says excuse me (in whichever language) and no one seems to be offended. (You know, I think the Thais will get the shock of their lives when they are pushed like that)
I did buy some nice stuff but because I am BKK trained, it was a little harder to buy things. It's of course never as cheap as Thailand.
It's weird to hear people say "Ho Peng ah" which means very cheap lah, but because I am BKK trained, Peng is expensive. So I am so not totally convinced a few times when the salesperson said that to me.
Singapore's service standard may be low, but HK service standard is worse. You get people tapping their feet impatiently and rolling their eyes at you at dim sum restaurant when you open your wallet to pay.
I really hate the PRCs. They are loud, vulgar, and rude. But rich. Argh.
I was stopped at the Macau casino and was made to flash my passport (for God's sake the age limit is 18)
Some salesgirl told her colleague in Cantonese (and din know my mama can understand) that I am pretty (yeah plus point for HK), but only have "siu siu" pimples on my forehead. BOO HOO!

I'm overall happy, and I'd be back. During sale time.