Tag: holland village

  • Happy hour

    After my haircut, I bumped into a Secondary Four classmate at Holland Village. It’s amazing how we still recognized each other instantly (maybe it’s the haircut) after more than 20 years. So he asks me, “Where you heading, man?” “To buy some bread and then go home”. He laughs and says, “Aiyah, I thought you…

  • Bookmarks from Holland Village

    If you’ve ever been to Holland Village lately, you’d probably have been approached by one or two flers trying to sell you something, and you might or might not have stopped to find out what they were hawking. It was one of those days where I had a bit of time, because Naomi and I…

  • With a bang (and a slight dent)

    I wished a total stranger Happy New Year in Mandarin, even though he had just crashed into the front passenger door of my car right after he rode his bicycle on the pavement against the flow of traffic that was on the road outside the entrance to my apartment blocks. In response, he said, “対不起対不起対不起対不起新年快乐対不起対不起対不起対不起対不起対不起対不起“…