I once heard somebody describe the reclamation at Victoria Harbour in this way: “We will soon have a footbridge that connects the two sides of the Victoria Harbour.”

Looking down from the top of the hill, the shape of the harbour looks like a reclining person, but her body is getting slimmer and slimmer compared to ever before, just like wearing a girdle. She may feel depressed by this feeling of being bound, or she may get used to it soon, but after all, only she knows how she feels.

English translation of statement by Ting Wing Yan, Vivian

Inscription:

Ria has a muffin-top

Hopes for wealth but lays about
Victor cannot let this pass

Swears to lift her to first rank
 


Ria takes a deep deep breath

Does up a girdle round her waist

Tummy hidden in a flash

Ria’s face looks oh so glum

Stubborn fat comes bursting back

Eating, breathing both prove hard
 


Even many nights’ display
Of a Symphony of Lights
Don’t dispel her listless air
Victor shouts to quit this act

By and by she will adapt

English translation of inscription by Mary King Bradley