Favorite Hong Kong sound: Ka-ching!

Favorite Hong Kong thing: The signs: “Thank you for your corporation.” “Beware of people.” The words “NATIVITY DISPLAY” really large on the side of fantasy pseudo-religious park installations.

Least favorite Hong Kong thing: The harbor. Please fill it in immediately.

Idol: I’m a big fan of Buddha. Beware of false profits.

Currently reading: “Don’t Tell Mum I work on The Rigs, She Thinks I’m a Piano Player in a Whorehouse” by Paul Carter

In your pocket: I just sold two octopus cards. I have a receipt for “cash refund surrender” from the MTR corporation.

Stupidest trend: The increase in my rent. Google’s share price. Louis Vuitton.

On Hong Kong people dancing: Well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but they certainly do try!

On yourself: Arrogant, confrontational, humiliated, oblivious, happy.

Happiest moment: When I’m sadly mistaken.

On childhood: I was small. Churlish. Prone to accepting the status quo received from the BIG people.

Question to ask yourself: If I were to come back from the future? I don’t consider it beneath me to scam myself. I’d bring the sports almanac.

Music-wise: I am not faithful to a genre. I flit around, shaking my booty at them all. I’m a total tease.

Last punch: I couldn’t hit water if I fell off a junk.

On the Hong Kong music scene: Excuse me? Where is Jewel?