One thing I absolutely loved about Hong Kong is that I get addressed by shop assistants as 靓仔 (that's handsome boy to those who only know har gow, siew mai and char siew). It's either the former British colony has a severe myopia crisis on its hand, or I'm truly irresistible and I'm more inclined to believe in the latter. So allow me to indulge myself in some narcissistic shots of myself stealing the limelight from the famous (wax) stars, while my ego is still inflated to the size of a DFS balloon.
Wa-Dah~ Me with a wax figurine masquerading as a set extra masquerading as Bruce Lee.
Agent 008 with Bond girl, Michelle Yeoh.
Now you know where the piano maestro, Lang Lang, got his inspiration from.
Hmm..B or at most a C.
Sadaam, with his intact neck.
Ignore the bulging gut, don't you think I look more manly than Andy Lau.
Ku chee, ku chee ku.
Oops, caught in the act!
Short of jabbing him in the crotch, I can't think of any other way to block Yao's shot.
Stare at the sky all you want, the gold medal is mine.
Banzai! By the way, 1 kilo of those belly meat costs 20 dollars.
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Or suck like a tyw.
We are the champion, we are the champion........
Perky...Ouch!
Let you in on a secret. Aaron Kwok confided that he wished he has a tummy like mine.
Peekaboo!
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