Kayley Hau 10X1
No matter which side of the street you are on, there are always creatures trying to grab you and force an unplanned fate upon you. Mong Kok is a huge black hole, sucking you into it, and demanding your attention. Mong Kok is characterized by a mixture of old and new multi-story buildings, with shops and restaurants at street level and commercial or residential units above. There are many people: some large, some small, some older, some younger, some meaner, some nicer, some more fair... and some others. In the district of Mong Kok, there are as many varieties of shops, as there are ice cream flavours to a kid.
When I left the gloom of the MTR, the first thing I notice is the traffic around the area. All the noises, from cars, to people on the street communicating in such a way I never understood, like the language aliens use. There were so many people trying to grab my attention and give me their offerings, it made me feel like the centre of attention. One store sold me accessories, making me feel like the next supermodel; another sold me electronics, trying to transform me into the next modern geek, everywhere made me fabulous and hi-tech! The next store gave me food, stuffing me until I was packed fuller than santas belly during christmas. After that, another store threw at me all the items of clothing they had, until I needed a new closet. Trying to get from one end of the market to the other is just like an obstacle course- almost impossible to finish