I'm getting pretty good at walking, riding the MTR, and getting lost. I'm constantly reminded of how directionally challenged I am. Give me a map, two cross roads, and a place to meet, and you have a fifty fifty chance of me meeting you there.
Hong Kong is sticky and humid yet anything indoors is an icy antarctic air-con. This leads to me feeling hot outside to being freeze blasted to death once I enter the subway or a store. I have to carry a sweatshirt and scarf in my bag even though it is high 70's with 93% humidity outside. wacko
These are my fav photos of the day. HOMELESS I AM :) and loving it!
Just finished Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer.. it was beautiful and charming.
Do you think I'm wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple.
No, he said.
Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it's only noon, You couldn't be something that hundreds of others are.
Are you saying that I am not-wonderful?
Yes, I am.
Do you think I am not-Beautiful?
You are incredibly not-beautiful. You are the farthest possible thing from beautiful.
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be mistaken for light- a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut's eyes.
if there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and we will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler's felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tired everything that does.