Lost in Hong Kong
Yes. Today, I got lost in Hong Kong... deliberately, of course (yes...yes, that's right!)
Tired from the after-E4-rush-to airport marathon and all the adult pish-posh rubbish talk, I decided to go off on my own. Instead of joining my mother for a lunch with friends, I decided to stroll around the urban jungle on my own. Inevitably, I got lost.
The feeling of disorientation is weird, almost overwhelming. The concrete pillars and the dirty-grey pavements made the landscape literally isotropic. I could not tell my left from my right and soon after that, I was unable to retrace my steps. As such, I just kept on walking.
I weaved in and out of shopping centres but more interestingly, I squeesed through the Hong Kong back alleys, where hawkers are very much alive. Took plenty of photos, but I'm unable to upload them now.
Soon, I gave up trying to orientate myself. Instead, I just kept on diving. It was fun. Although I didn't find the CDs and shoes that I wanted, I found many other things. I found myself buying a demonstration T-shirt (Yeah-democracy-forever-and-show-by-wearing-shirt) and even signing up for demonstration rally... though I will be gone by then horhoho. I stumbled into local bookstores and read the lamest joke books I could find. Did I say that I tried new Ben & Jerry Flavours too? Fossil Fuel and Karamel Sutra. Yes, getting lost is good and I loved it.
Ironically, soon after I accepted that I was lost, I stumbled back on to track and I was where I began. bleh
The Zoo has called me too. I guess I will be returning to that place soon. woohoo. Until NS that is.
I love being lost. You should too. Go ahead and take the risk and stop holding on to your worries. Perhaps you think that opportunities like this would always be around and you can always take it at a more convenient time.
"Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more."
-- Antony & Cleopatra (Act2. Scene VII)
Tired from the after-E4-rush-to airport marathon and all the adult pish-posh rubbish talk, I decided to go off on my own. Instead of joining my mother for a lunch with friends, I decided to stroll around the urban jungle on my own. Inevitably, I got lost.
The feeling of disorientation is weird, almost overwhelming. The concrete pillars and the dirty-grey pavements made the landscape literally isotropic. I could not tell my left from my right and soon after that, I was unable to retrace my steps. As such, I just kept on walking.
I weaved in and out of shopping centres but more interestingly, I squeesed through the Hong Kong back alleys, where hawkers are very much alive. Took plenty of photos, but I'm unable to upload them now.
Soon, I gave up trying to orientate myself. Instead, I just kept on diving. It was fun. Although I didn't find the CDs and shoes that I wanted, I found many other things. I found myself buying a demonstration T-shirt (Yeah-democracy-forever-and-show-by-wearing-shirt) and even signing up for demonstration rally... though I will be gone by then horhoho. I stumbled into local bookstores and read the lamest joke books I could find. Did I say that I tried new Ben & Jerry Flavours too? Fossil Fuel and Karamel Sutra. Yes, getting lost is good and I loved it.
Ironically, soon after I accepted that I was lost, I stumbled back on to track and I was where I began. bleh
The Zoo has called me too. I guess I will be returning to that place soon. woohoo. Until NS that is.
I love being lost. You should too. Go ahead and take the risk and stop holding on to your worries. Perhaps you think that opportunities like this would always be around and you can always take it at a more convenient time.
"Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd,
Shall never find it more."
-- Antony & Cleopatra (Act2. Scene VII)
posted by F I S at
10:16 pm
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