when all there is are you and me

Not even the lights of Causeway Bay can stir me. Not even the most tantalizing shopwindows nor the most symmetrical faces. Some nights, I am invincible. I can stand in front of the racing cars, and I say to them, bring it.

Tonight, from the cafe looking out into the atrium of Windsor House is a wish-wash of flashing colours. How are we to retain ourselves, our individuality, amidst this big refrigerator, this 'everybody' machine?

Forgive me if freedom is all I seek, and at the same time, fear, that one day I would fall. Anyone could, in a moment's weakness, lose sight of his dream, but what is to fear, when we know that all there is, one day, are you and me.

departures

Today, I was writing in the airport, and as I was writing, it occurred to me that I am writing about the airport while being in the airport. For a long time, for 5 years in Toronto, I had been trying to depict the airport in my writing by trying to see it in my head. Today, I was here, writing. What I used to see in my head isn’t so far from the real thing. But being here does make things, if not easier, at least more fun.

Written on January 9th, 2011

extra office hours

Mr. Adam, you do see yourself as having a little bit more of an advantage being from a foreign country and having received Western education, do you not?

That is the thought I was left with after my last class. And I am here, in the office, well after work, with nerves dacing to the beats of Aerosmith, I am thinking how a few words here on the familiar blog would not be such a bad idea even though I have nothing to say.

There will be a time when the pictures are uploaded. There will be a time when blog entries bring fresher persepctives. In the meantime, there is a story I am looking to wrap up, and I feel plenty excitement bubbling in my veins.