Fragrant Habour

Hi all,

It’s been a lovely time in Hong Kong since touch-down last night. The initial couple of hours was somewhat fretful… Wondering what was in stored and feeling generally lost.
After getting off at the right stop and being harassed by only 2 “you wanna a good place to stay” hostel room touts, I made it to Traveller’s Hostel. Kinda out of place at first as e owner wasn’t ard yet, so I went to wander ard the street and to scout for some dinner at abt 9pm… I found the Espirit warehouse instead. Nothing like a bout of SHOP-Pin to let Ms Eva feel settled in. : )

There’s so much more I’d like to write, but I can’t stay online for long. Safe to say, I’m doing good. And I’ll be home for X’mas…

Maybe

Maybe it’s the time I have on my hand.
It could be the quiet of the night.
Isn’t it easy to pin-point the possibility of pms.
But then again, some nostalgic emotions always resurface while listening to Astrud Gilberto’s Look to the Rainbow album.

“
Is there something I ought to know
you find it hard to say?
Well there’s just a trace hiding on your face
& I’ve learnt it that way

Just another soul that really knows my soul
& you won’t look at me
Does that take the prize
how much I love those eyes?
& they won’t look at me

Now the rain has gone but something lingers on
a certain sadness here now that the sky is clear

& I can’t help but fear that certain sadness here to stay…

-A Certain Sadness

I’ve been thinking of my relationship with ____. Imagining how it would be if we manage to meet up in Hong Kong. What would we talk about and do? It’s a strong likehood that he would be working during the days though. Then we could spend the nights trapsing through the neon street of Kowloon – shopping and having supper and conversing. Conversing about what – I’m not too sure.

More and more, ____ has become a stranger to me. I know vaguely what he is doing as much I know what some celebrities are up to. I get tongue-tied during our weekly conversations. We don’t have much to say to each other.

I have a tangible idea about the man I would like to marry. The companion and lover I want for a life-long journey. At this moment, I don’t see ____ as that person. Not because of who he is, but who we are not. We are simply very different people.

The pitfall of being almost exact complements of the other halves is the acute shortage of common ground.