It takes a few minutes, doesn’t cost a thing and wins you a ton of good will. The staff of MGM Grand were given a pat on the back by the Macau Blood Transfusion Services mascot, after rolling up their sleeves and donating to a good cause this week.
If you want to register to donate blood, visit http://www.ssm.gov.mo/cts/
Address:Alamada Dr. Carlos d’Assumpcao No.335-341, Edificio “Hot Line”, 2 Andar, Macao
Telephone: 28752522, 28569010
After a break of 10 years, the Miss Macau beauty pageant has been resurrected. The show will be produced by TVB and take place at The Venetian Macao on September 7.
Hong Kong celebrities and current pageant winners including Miss Hong Kong and Mr Hong Kong will be present at the event.
Interestingly enough, the last winner, Agnes Lo aka Miss Macau 1997 was, until very recently, a colleague of ours here at Macau.com.
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Rihanna makes it seem so fun. The rain, that is. Prancing about wearing Lycra hot pants with water dripping suggestively all over her body. Forget about streaky eyeliner or a single hair out of place. For most of us, being caught in the heavy rain equates to bad hair, make-up and temper.
Rain, rain, go away.
It has been raining in Macau on a daily basis for the past 3 weeks. And when I say rain, I actually mean torrential downpour, with a good dash of gale force winds for dramatic effect. The type which gets you soaked head to toe, hopping from the bus stop into the bus 2 feet away.
If someone had told me a few months ago that I could still be wearing my boots in Summer and not look like a fashion victim with sweaty feet, I would have beamed. Of course the fact that I’m wearing boots because battling the puddles in heels or sandals would be pure madness is not something I could have predicted. And leather boots aren’t always waterproof, especially when you discover a hole in them. And some enterprising person should add gumboots to the umbrella carts which pop up when the rain comes down.
I’m sure pink gum boots would do a roaring trade, especially if it came with Hello Kitty prints on the side.
Think most men would rather get wet than be seen with Hello Kitty? Think again.
It amazes me that out of 10 umbrellas on the street, ¾ are in pastel shades, with almost ¼ in pink. And that ½ of these pink carriers are actually male. In my experience, guys usually shy away from carrying umbrellas unless they are absolutely necessary – seeing they aren’t viewed as being the most “manly” accessory.
The only explanation I can think of is that guys are
a) Embracing their feminine side, or more likely
b) Too lazy to carry or purchase black umbrella so are forced to grab the first one nearby (usually their daughter/wife’s) lying nearby when it starts to pour
Pretty in pink 1
Pretty in pink 2
The rain isn’t all that bad. On the up side, there is less traffic on the road. On the down side, all the taxis go into hiding and you’re almost as lucky to find one as you are to win the grand prize on the slot machines.
Which is of course one popular option of entertainment to while away time when it’s too wet and windy to go-kart, check out the historical sites or bungee jump. Of course, being trapped in a casino like Wynn, MGM or the Venetian isn’t all that bad. Even if you’re not a gambler, there are plenty of shops and bars and great restaurants to keep you occupied.
This brings us back to umbrellas. Wynn has a nice touch of dishing out free umbrellas to their casino patrons, which is handy, because one can never underestimate the value of a good umbrella, what with Macau’s unpredictable weather. And when I say good umbrella, I mean one that can really weather the storm.
I have been through 4 umbrellas in as many weeks, and I have finally learnt my lesson.
Introducing my savior – my Venetian umbrella.
The only way to brave Macau’s rain - the view from under my Venetian brolly
This heavy-duty umbrella can shield up to 3 people and is a formidable force on a crowded footpath. One look at that black beast of a brolly trudging towards you can instill fear into the hearts of most small neon versions.
Small dainty umbrellas with fancy satin covers which can fit into your handbag are certainly more stylish than lugging round a monster umbrella but they make you look darn foolish in anything but a light drizzle. Just last week, I was trying to hail a cab, while borrowing my colleague’s dainty umbrella, but trying to stop it from blowing away with one hand, while trying to hail a cab with another and keep my feet grounded scared away any perspective cabbies.
Fat lot of good an umbrella can do, when it’s turned inside out, and at an arm’s length. I would have stayed drier and looked slightly less stupid using a handkerchief to cover my head.
Which is why Rihanna’s Slender ‘brella, which retail for US$25 is not really all that practical here in Macau. Although the vesrsion which comes with an exclusive “Girl Gone Bad Print” does sound tempting.
Rihanna likes her umbrella so much she doesn’t let a minor detail like the absence of rain prevent her from sporting one about town
Yes, I kid you not - we guess it’s not enough to make millions from making millions from a song about an Umbrella. Why not set yourself up for life and keep the fans happy with their own, to take home.
Here’s the starlet posing with her ‘brella available now.
“Just like the ones used in her 2007 MTV Movie Awards performance of “UMBRELLA,” these Rihanna inspired stick umbrellas are beautiful in shiny satin matrerial. The satin material keeps you dry while looking completely glamorous. Rihanna satin stick umbrellas automatically open with the touch of a button. Each Rihanna Collection umbrella now comes with an exclusive Rihanna removable charm.”
Well, one can’t really blame Rihanna who probably hasn’t carried her own umbrella in years, except when performing in a fake storm or posing in a fashion suit. Although we haven’t given the Rihanna Slender ‘brella the Macau test, we have feeling that while it may make the cut in Hollywood, here in the Vegas of the East, we have much higher standards.
Though over in Europe, umbrellas are a whole different breed - just check out these monster brollys out and about town…
And his name was Neoguri. He blew into town on Saturday and made a huge mess. But when he left, he took all the pollution with him, and left – according to the guys at AJ Hackett at the Macau Tower – “the clearest sky we’ve seen in a long time”.
I asked my best friend Google where the name Neoguri originated from. But all I found out is that Neoguri is the name of a rather famous brand of instant ramen.
I’d have to say that I like packet Neoguri with soup. But when it comes to Typhoons, I’d rather the dry variety
When I went to work on Friday, I did regret wearing a dress, what with the swirling winds threatening to make me commit indecent exposure. But by Saturday morning, the warning signal was already at 3. At that point in time, it was impossible to get a cab. So a group of us hopped on bus 10 to StarWorld Casino, where we had booked brunch at Temptations restaurant on the 16th floor.
The buffet, as always, was amazing value at only MOP128 and a 10% discount with Visa payments. There were truckloads of sashimi, which were more chunk-like than slices, a fresh wood-fire pizza station, and counter serving up laksa and mini burgers with bacon. The salad selection was also impressive, as was the 2 dessert counters.
No, we ate more than just greens. But the salad selection was impressive - roasted eggplant, cold mushrooms, grilled vegetables…
The mini burger with bacon. Mmmmm
Fresh pizza anyone?
There was 1 white chocolate fountain, 1 milk chocolate fountain, as well as a fresh crepe station with Haagen-Dazs. I went to town with the Belgian chocolate, (it had real chocolate inside!) but found pistachio a little strange. I dumped some into my soya sauce and tried to pass it off as wasabi to a friend. No, he didn’t fall for it.I had 3 journalist friends from Singapore in town, and the plan was, after stuffing ourselves silly – to go and get some outdoor exercise in the form of War Games at Fisherman’s Wharf (similar to paintball, but using pellets) and with a spot of go-karting in Coloane. The go-karting in Macau, by the way, is amazing value for money, considering it’s a fraction of the price of what you’d pay in European countries. And the track is challenging and long enough to make you feel like a real speed racer.
It’s only blurry cos I’m going so fastNow, if only they could teach the mechanics to smile just a little more – I’d be tempted to invest in my own kart. But anyway, I digress.
No chance for karting. By 3pm, the warning signal had been hoisted to level 8, so what were we to do, but keep eating. It was a good choice, because later I find out that Neoguri was so strong he actually blew away our Macau.com billboard. Now that is one big billboard, so imagine what he could do to us mere people.
Finally, when the rain and winds showed no signs of dissipating, we made our way to the casino levels, where we split up and hit the slot machines and Blackjack tables.
All of us are not really gamblers, but I now understand how addictive it can be. I’m a brave girl, I ride motorbikes in Malaysia, backpack around Thailand alone, and eat RMB1 meals in back alleys of Shanghai, but until now, I hadn’t dared to sit at a table and gamble.After watching my friends double, then triple their money, I finally built up the courage to take a seat next to them, and learnt how to signal Hit and Stay, and yes, even Split.
I even felt pretty smug when I realized one lady nearby couldn’t count, and required the croupier to tally up the numbers before making her decisions to Hit or Stay.
However, I knew I was in trouble when I had emptied my wallet and pockets of cash, and was asking each of my friends for a loan. After a 1 hour winning streak (including 3 Blackjacks in a row!) I was spent 2 hours at the same table on a losing streak. I had a feeling that the croupier actually felt sorry for me when he sighed, when he pulled a Blackjack or I busted time and time again. He actually made what I thought were some encouraging remarks, although as a non-Cantonese speaker, I couldn’t be sure.
When he finally whispered English – change tables – I took his advice and fled with the few chips I had left (to the opposite table). Later I find out he’d been telling me the same thing in Cantonese for the past hour. Time to improve those Cantonese skills.
The next table wasn’t my friend either, so we headed upstairs to catch the Thai lady boys perform. Direct from Thailand, they were gorgeous, and I have my doubts to whether the mesmerized middle aged guys watching with open mouths knew of their actual original orientation. I still prefer the Glamour Girls at Sand’s however. They look like they could be dancers for Justin Timberlake’s live performances any day – and guys, as an added bonus, they perform in g-strings.
We were planning to head to Lion’s Bar, simply because it’s the one place I could think of where the women are just as rowdy as the men and nobody bats an eyelid. The new band – The Freddie James Project from Canada have 2 pretty talented singers – plus a drummer that looks exactly like Owen Wilson (although you’ll have to wait till in between songs to have a look, otherwise he’s always head banging). It’s unfortunate that Freddie James fancies himself as a bit of a stand-up comedian however. His singing is a much better crowd pleaser than his toilet-humor.
One request Freddie? Hold the cheese.
And less talk, more rock!
Trying to get some food just after a Typhoon warning 8 is no easy task. On a Saturday evening, when Senado Square is usually a mass of bodies, it was a virtual ghost town. Even Watsons was closed – although I give Starbucks credit for still sticking around to serve up lattes. There were a few stores open selling beef jerky, and the sales women eyed us up like we were their first customers all week. It’s quite unnerving to see them charging towards you, brandishing sharp scissors and bright red slices of meat. Our plans for the night came to an anticlimax when we returned back to my flat to find the living room flooded.
Neoguri – he robbed us and then left us ankle deep in hot water.
| Famous Hong Kong singer songwriter Eason Chan recently made a move on Macau, making the Venetian Arena his 10th stop on his "Moving on Stage World Tour", performing before sell-out crowds over two nights.
As Hong Kong's most popular male singer and highest selling male artist, Eason has been praised as one of the top singers of his generation. He's also planning some new moves for his China concerts later in the year, including the release a new album in Mandarin. Provided by Destination Macau. All rights reserved. |
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