A Day in the [Hong Kong] Life #3

Admiralty, Hong Kong

A Day in the [Hong Kong] Life #2

Goldfish Market, Mongkok, Hong Kong

A Day in the [Hong Kong] Life #1

Tsing Yi Promenade, Tsing Yi

I didn't mind your wandering songs
They assured me it's ok to not belong
And see life in color, rhythm, and verse

My heart doesn't know how to slow
It still beats like I'm teenage old
As we fell in love with the universe

So I left and you were gone
A musty house with no lights on
Never to bring us back home

A smile on the lips, wings on the heels
Where ever we go, chasing good feels
Living the love, where ever we roam.

Jan. 2011

"Surviving" by Maya Angelou

Where the winds of disappointment
dash my dream house to the ground
and anger, octopus-like, wraps its tentacles around my soul
I just stop myself. I stop in my tracks
and look for one thing that can
help me.
I find in my memory
one child's face
any child's face
looking at a desired toy
with sweet surprise
a child's face
with hopeful expectation in his eyes

The second I realize I am gazing at a face
sweet with youth and innocence, I am drawn away
from gloom and despair, and into the pleasing climate
of hope.

Each time my search for true love
leads me to the gates of hell
where Satan waits with open arms
I imagine the laughter of women friends,
their sounds tinkle like wind charms
urged by a searching breeze
I remember the sturdy guffaw of happy men and
my feet, without haste, and with purpose
move past the threatening open gates
to an area, secure from the evil of heartbreak

I am a builder
Sometimes I have built well, but often
I have built without researching the ground
upon which I put my building
I raised a beautiful house
and I live in it for a year
Then it slowly drifted away with the tides
for I had laid the foundation
upon shifting sand

Another time I erected a
mansion, the windows shining
like mirrors
and the walls were hung
with rich tapestry, but
the earth shook with a
slight tremor, and the walls gave way, the floors opened
and my castle fell into pieces around my feet

The emotional sway of events and the impermanence
of construction echo the ways of dying love.

I have found that the platonic affection
in friendships and the familial
love for children can be relied upon
with certainty to lift the bruised soul
and repair the wounded spirit
and I am finished with
erotic romance...

Until...

Hold me tight, and whisper to me:
"La la love of mine.
I'll be true to you
You'll never be blue...
I'll be true to you."

What is "The Prestige" about?
It's like Batman versus Wolverine, with magic.

Someone told me that it takes a strong person to love someone they have to let go. I don't believe that at all. Everyone you know you have to let go because nothing physical is forever. But if you love someone for who they are, you don't have to let them go. I think that is a distinction where most people are disillusioned: the difference in loving someone for who they are and loving someone for just being there.

Having reduced fat Oreos does not mean that it is okay to eat more of it.

Soon.

"Chinese" hamster. Haha!

Curious George has no tail. My conclusion is that he is either a deranged chimp or a de-tailed monkey. What will you tell your children?

I'm pretty convinced my hamster is depressed. He sleeps more than he should and at times I catch him sprawled out on the floor staring into space.

I like large landmasses and their silhouettes;
they swallow me up and make me forget.

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” - Kahlil Gibran

How do you love a broken heart? I think it's kind of like the golden orbs concept in Dragonball Z. You have to find and have all the pieces together to make it work again.

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." - C.S. Lewis

Doll parts.

It irritates me tremendously when people breathe loud in their normal state. I don't want to constantly hear the air whooshing out of your face holes. Your unsteady rhythm is only reminding me of your hairy nostrils and I don't want to know anything about your nostrils. So for goodness's sake do something about it and STFU. Thank you.