heavy leeches

do you believe in soulmates?

last evening, i went swimming in the ocean. and as my head bobbed out of the water, i saw that the horizon was slanted 30 degrees counter-clockwise. and you were lying on the horizon like a hammock suspended in space,your face relaxed, blissful. you turned to look at me, got off your hammock and swam towards me. i see your head and then i dont, i see you and then i dont. where were you and where were you headed? you were not coming closer nor moving further. did i not see you swim towards me?

do you believe in soulmates? i don't.

once, i felt your hand on my calf, you lifted me above the water,yourself buried. i squealed in surprise. the air unsalty and fresh; a pedestal, for once, above all my heavy misery that clung to my bikini like 10-pound leeches. you brought to me a breath of fresh air in a moment of strength and self sacrifice. but i sank back.

the inevitability of gravity. the bitch of sin. i sank back into my black, dark yet familiar ocean. you looked at me expectantly, "did i make you happy?", your eyes asked; your lips reached forward for a kiss of gratitude. yes. yes. but no, it dissipated, like you, too, will dissipate.

i see you and then i don't. you swam back to your hammock, laid on it, smiling. and faded into the sunset.

do you believe in soulmates? i don't.
you make me so happy, so new. but in this ocean, everyone drowns.

catch a falling star & put it in your pocket
never let it fade away
catch a falling star & put it in your pocket
aave it for a rainy day

爱恨消失前，用手温暖我的脸
为我证明我曾真心爱过你

hong kong this time

so we were away for a good 7 days. don't recall ever being to an asian holiday destination for such a prolonged period of time with my family before. and to be honest, i was afraid we might bite each others' heads off. but it was better than expected. although, i almost bit some heads when mom decided to settle for some dodgy looking malaysian cuisine instead of being adventurous and looking for the famous chilli crab under the bridge in mongkok. turns out, chilli-crab-under-the-bridge is NOT in mongkok but in wanchai. imagine if i made them search, i'd be headless. u know how they say mothers seem to know it all. jyah. so there were no surprises, hong kong IS all about eating and shopping so we didnt try to do anything too funky like wax museums or disney lands.

we went to this modern toilet restaurant in sz for dinner. as the name suggests, the theme was.. well, toilets. usually, what goes in and what comes out don't go very well together but i guess we were all tired from walking and hence, agreeable on potentially ruining our appetites as long as we had somewhere to sit, even if it meant toilet bowls. so this is mom and her nasty looking friend with things leaking out his nose. halfway through the meal, we burst out laughing at the sight of our parents spooning their tom yum soup from a toilet bowl the size of a steamboat pot. see how vulnerable a tired man can become. hurhur. after the meal, dad shot us a NO DESSERTS look for fear of what chocolate ice-cream might look like here.

at the malaysian restaurant where i was ready to bite!

entertaining ourselves at the shopping centre next to laforet, beverly something when the shops weren't open yet

delighted to eat crepes right after japanese pizza & pasta for dinner!

seafood in china!!
and i tell u,some of the prawns were already dead.

that was that. hong kong is like a suitor; tirelessly throwing in little surprises & gifts in pursuit of this heart already sold to someone else. in many ways, she resembles the love of my life yet much of what is lacking is what matters. nonetheless, she still caused severe vacation-withdrawal symptoms the moment i place my foot on spick & span sunny island.

getting used to you getting used to life without me