March 19, 2010 § Leave a comment
I guiltlessly spend money on magazines because in my mind, it’s a circular way of ensuring my own future. These are the ones that I’ve amassed so far in Hong Kong, in order of purchase date:
The first one, CosmoGirl, is from the first week of school when I figured I could use something to peruse when bored and perhaps even improve my Chinese in the process.
This did not happen. I think I’ve flipped through half of the pictures; why would I endure the struggle of piecing together Chinese when I can be more easily entertained by YouTube? At $20HK, this was not a big loss. It is also the only magazine I own that features a woman on the cover [no idea who she is].
After getting to know Rosaline better in the first month of school and discovering our similar interest in Kpop, she gave me a SS501 poster she had received inside a Color magazine [they’re my 2nd fave group]. Intrigued, I picked up my own copy [different issue] not long after.
Mine came with a poster of Lee Minho from Boys Over Flowers, a drama that Rosaline likes, so I gave it to her and now both are affixed to our walls. Color magazine seems to be a pop idol gossip magazine that features SS501 and Super Junior M on its cover every month, along with Fahrenheit and Rainie. It also included cut-out postcards and a fold-out calendar. I suppose the $35HK price tag is worth the gimmicks at least once for a fangirl.
My next purchase was in preparation for my interview with Prestige magazine, where I now have an internship.
This magazine is extremely difficult to find around Hong Kong because its target audience is rich foreigners who read English. I’ve only seen it in Stanley [a place full of white people] and the business part of Wan Chai [where I work]. I decided it would be okay to drop $50HK on this issue to learn more about the magazine. The sad thing is, there were so many extra copies lying around the Prestige office that my editor offered me one for free when I finally went in for my interview.
I did accept the October issue, which is roughly the thickness and weight of a textbook.
I’ve skimmed both of these and even managed to make some grammatical corrections. Most of the content, like any luxury magazine, is completely unrelatable to me.
Despite the expensive price [somewhere around $60HK], I had to have it. The original Japanese versions are always more expensive, which meant it cost a lot AND I couldn’t read it even if I actually wanted to. There are some huge, beautiful photos of DBSK inside, and the rest is all clothing modeled by blonde half-Japanese girls.
I’ve been unexpected faced with Nicholas Tse’s image many times in HK because of his new movie. I was literally in love with him in high school, and though I had thought that those feelings died once he got married & had a baby & got ugly, my heart still flutters a little when I look into his eyes on the side of a bus. When I saw the clean-shaven & well dressed version of him on the cover of a magazine at Circle K, I knew I had to buy one eventually.
The next day, I walked into a different Circle K and scanned the shelves. I happened to catch Key peeking out at me like this:
Of course I recognized him even sideways and partially hidden.
At $12HK, Yes! was the cheapest magazine so far, and even came with a free pack of tissues! It featured photos of them having lunch in HK [presumably], arriving at the airport and at the Chinese New Years performance that I attended. Like Color magazine, half of its pages are of the non-glossy variety, which [generally] means its content is even less worth reading than the 100% glossy kind. Seeing physical pictures of SHINee has caused me to realize that Key does indeed wear more eyeliner than the other members. Sigh…I don’t care.
Anyway, I had to go next door to 7-11 to find the Nicholas Tse magazine.
Only $10?? So cheap!
At the time I wrote the above content, I had yet to purchase the apex of my collection, which I had my eye on ever since learning about it. DBSK has basically been shoved into every Japanese magazine lately, and Vivi magazine is no exception. The thing is, the special insert of their photoshoot was only available in the [larger & more expensive] Japanese version of the publication, and while exhaustedly browsing 7-11 the day after returning from the Philippines, I accidentally bought the Chinese version. What a waste of $35HK! For I had to have the original, which cost another $68HK.
But it was so worth it.
I didn’t even know that they were also in Non No magazine, which my friend bought during her Reading Week trip to Japan. When I flipped open to the first couple of pages, I found this:
Swooooooooon. The saturation of colors makes these photos incredibly rich & beautiful. I’m still debating whether to drop $60+ on one for myself.
It seems that DBSK is the only Kpop group being featured in magazines these days [maybe it’s not as popular a custom in Korea? No idea], because JaeJoong [MY FAVORITE] will be featured in a solo photoshoot in An An magazine sometime in the near future. This publication is known for its ~sexy images [occasionally crossing the line], so I can’t wait! I only worry how I will carry all these heavy magazines back home :(
February 23, 2010 § 5 Comments
On Saturday, I woke up at 130PM after sleeping at dawn due to a night of 3AM dim sum. I would have slept even longer if I hadn’t planned to go see 4Minute that afternoon. By no means am I a big fan of theirs — I never even bothered to learn their names — but their songs are pretty good, and why not go see them for free while I can?
Kathy, Kaiti & I roused ourselves and headed to the MTR station. There was only one problem: the mall, apparently called Emax [though the signs were labeled as something else] was located in Kowloon Bay. In Hong Kong, there is a place called Kowloon Bay, and then there is one called Kowloon, which is actually by the water.
By the time we realized we were in the wrong district, it was already half an hour before the show was supposed to start. Another 30 minutes were eaten up by the MTR, on which the three of us discussed our common love for Kpop. Both Kathy & Kaiti had been in China during Chinese New Year, meaning they were completely unreachable, and Kaiti was especially distraught at having missed her favorite group.
Upon reaching Kowloon Bay, we walked as quickly as we could in the direction of the mall, which looked relatively close to the MTR station:
ACTUALLY, we squandered an hour wandering around the city. None of us spoke Cantonese, which limited our confidence in asking for directions [we could barely communicate with the one guard we talked to]. I felt guilty about leading my friends on such a hopeless journey; we finally arrived at Emax just at the end of the fansigning — 4Minute & guest stars Mr. had already performed [the latter were nowhere to be seen at all].
The venue was pretty much the same as where I saw SHINee. We watched from the sidelines as ticket-holders filed to the stage and had their belongings autographed. I noticed a multitude of fanboys and was saddened that I had missed seeing them in action. Slightly disappointed, we headed over to the elevators behind the stage, where a crowd had already formed to wait for 4Minute’s exit.
Kathy & Kaiti went somewhere else [for a better view, I presumed] while I stayed behind, camera in hand, standing under the tense gaze of the security guards for the celebrities to appear. After a few minutes of waiting expectantly, we were pushed farther back from the elevators by the barriers that the guards put up. The crowd wasn’t huge, but we were packed rather tightly, which didn’t faze me because I had long since lost any sense of personal space.
I felt some movement from the guy directly behind me but didn’t think much of it until his hands suddenly gripped my hips and he started to grind on me. HOLY COW WHAT THE SICK NASTY.
My mind froze.
Is this really happening?!
It’s times like these when I wish I were more brazen. Instead, I have this stupid aversion to embarrassing anyone, and apparently this consideration extends to creepers, of all people. I should have yelled at him to CALM YOURSELF DOWN BACK THERE, but instead I stiffly moved to the side and placed my elbow between us until he stopped and went somewhere else [to terrorize someone else with his crotch?! I don’t know].
I could hardly think straight afterward and still don’t know what to make of it. I haven’t actually told anybody about this because it’s more than slightly embarrassing, but I wanted to share it here IN CASE THIS EVER HAPPENS TO YOU, GIVE THAT DIRTY PERVERT A BEATING or at least take his picture & put it on the internet so we can all troll him.