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Priscilla Chan 21
Student
Act like a ninja, jumping from tree to tree to trail them. |
Sarah, 17
Student
My boyfriend, because I think I should always stay with him. |
Cassie, 17
Student
My boyfriend, because I think we should die together [laughs]. |
Alex, 26
Office worker
Bill Gates, because I will save him and he will give me lots of money. |
Jason, 31
Landscape architect
Just myself – so I’ll like the company! |
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- You can’t argue with its name – Central Station is certainly Hong Kong Island’s busiest hub. For as much to do underground as above, trail the exits from A – K (curiously, I has been omitted) and you’ll find six spots offering nourishment from noodles to cookies, three guaranteeing to send you away with something softening for your skin, two hawking clothes, and two banks to allow you to pay for it all. A chemist and some wholesome healing tea will keep you on the move, while an optician and a bookseller sit handily opposite each other. A chocolate merchant, a travel agent, and DHL complete the list of the everyday but for something more out of the ordinary, head to J, the exit-turned-gallery-space, which rounds off what really is a grand Central Station.
 
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 The find: An “Elegance” tyre clock.
Original asking price: $65
Final price: $60
Where bought: Sham Shui Po, Apliu Street Flea Market
Now, to the naked eye, these little beauties might look like your everyday penis and poo – but closer inspection reveals a mastery of invention: the amusing objects are made of latex rubber (at least, that’s what we think it is) and filled with some sort of malleable substance that lends the objects a delightful squishy consistency. When thrown with force against a hard surface – like a table or a window – the penis or poo briefly become flattened gobs of goo, reminiscent of, say, a fried egg, or, in the case of the poo, a meat pattie, before miraculously rising to reassume their original shapes. Whoever came up with this idea deserves a medal – honestly, these things provide hours of entertainment. They’re perfect for the club, the karaoke room, or those swanky dinner parties. Our only gripe is that minutes after forking out a cool $20 for the pair at Temple Street, we walked round the corner to find some other dude selling them at three-for-$10. Then again, you can’t put a price on genius.
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