Of sharing tables, rucksack bags, and strange faces
Iâm 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 otherÂ
This oneâs Nathan Hotel, or so I think. I stopped to see the reflections from my side of the road.Â
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 thatâs what God feels everyday.
Where to go? We donât know.
I can still hear the stoplights ticking as I pass along the road and tried to take a photo of the people crossing.Â
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.
Donât look down, up this high weâll never hit the ground
That 500 peso ride was worth every centÂ
A foreign sun that I thought Iâd never see, youâre 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.
Itâs all same love, man. Itâs all good.
I bowed down the temple of the 10,000 Buddhas and looked for the thin line of our religious beliefs. I didnât see any. Your god is my god. My prayer is your prayer. Weâre all the same. We need a greater wisdom. Donât 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.Â
âTil we see each other again.
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