Of sharing tables, rucksack bags, and strange faces
I’m sorry, Hong Kong. I misunderstood you. You are beautiful in your own, old ways.
The tender nights of real life Tinder (Lan Kwai Fong)
Lights will guide you home [lost and did Google Maps instead]
Looking for McDonalds that time because we were too hyped with their Black Sesame Sundae
The opposites that complement each other
This one’s Nathan Hotel, or so I think. I stopped to see the reflections from my side of the road.
Hong Kong Dazed and Confused
Hong Kong welcomed us with the haze but I prefer to embrace the confusion.
This is hungry work, take me to church
I was amazed when I saw them working as I watch from above, maybe that’s what God feels everyday.
Where to go? We don’t know.
I can still hear the stoplights ticking as I pass along the road and tried to take a photo of the people crossing.
With ice cream, bikinis and going down
Monday left me broken, Tuesday I was through with hoping
Hi, SoHo. I got tired walking but you are worth it.
Don’t look down, up this high we’ll never hit the ground
That 500 peso ride was worth every cent
A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see, you’re like gold dust
That struck me, what if they were lovers then? In an island as small as Tai-O, they managed to be strangers. It must be so hard seeing someone familiar with a faded memory.
It’s all same love, man. It’s all good.
I bowed down the temple of the 10,000 Buddhas and looked for the thin line of our religious beliefs. I didn’t see any. Your god is my god. My prayer is your prayer. We’re all the same. We need a greater wisdom. Don’t preach, my god knows me.
And you will go to Mykonos with a vision of a gentle coast and the sun to maybe dissipate shadows of the mess you made.
‘Til we see each other again.
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