I had taken another view of Hong Kong just recently. Feeling deeply guilty about how my resignation would screw up my manager, I agreed to spend my in-between-job vacation to help training my replacement. This was the first time I actually come to Hong Kong as a growu up, not tagging along with my mom and no relatives dimsum session, I am not even in Kowlong at all, I was lodging in the hotel next to Victoria square, over looking the harbour and going to work in the prestigeous Central.
The office is right next to the most exquistic shopping and business area in Hong Kong island. English is more frequently heard than Cantonese. Everyone is dressed in designer clothing (handbags alike), with the big-swing dick attitude. Out of blue I felt a bit scared and thought I might not be made for this. In fact, the fashion and prestige are both more on-the-surface than wall street, at least from my point of view. Yet you can still steal a glance of old colonial Hong Kong in the little street. Very fascinating and dynamic environment.
Perhaps I should re-work my wardrobe and stop using my plastic hello kitty bag?
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