Finally,

HOME!

Have never been so happy to see this place,

yet I'm freaking out because the familiarity, the data that was supposed to be so rigidly planted at the back of my mind is fading away;

I was tongue tied speaking my mother tongue,

took the wrong escalator to a familiar place (my nan's home),

took a longer path under a time pressure (therefore, unintentionally making this error)...

Oh god,

No Hong Kong,

you must stay in my head,

forever.

x

:]

I'm finally heading back!

At Heathrow right now, waiting for the hours to pass by,

haven't had any sleep (which was only 40 mins to start with anyway) since 5am today...

But I know it'll all be worth it.

It's good,

soo good when people from all around tell you how much they wanna see your face,

and you to them,

it's just that the longing for a reconciliation in the near future makes you realise what you have missed,

and hence what we should all cherish more on a day to day basis.

I want you now, 852,

and all you ever mean to me.

x

B.

Stop snowing,

I just wanna go home.

:[

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It happens doesn't it,

even something you've put in thousands of dollars to secure

would not go as planned;

because time is ever-going,

change is inevitable.

Hence the existence of weathering and etc.

The comes and goes,

when unpredictable,

I find the whole mechanism of it extremely irritable at this moment.

The operation where so many external factors could change the way of things

and make them not appear as you'd like to find it,

despite the amount of effort put into arranging it

makes the whole thing appear extremely selfish does it not?

Oh well,

another occasion to pass it by by just saying

C'est la vie.

B.

Is it true that the ones who are capable of forgiving

are much wiser than those who are only capable of forever holding a grudge?

I shall speculate and see what else's 'bout to arise...

then let go when the time's right.

This is a life lesson indeed.

B.

"Alone and awake I've looked at the stars,
The same that smile on you;
And time and again I've thought all the things T
hat you were thinking too.

I have dreamed that your arms are lovely,
I have dreamed what a joy you'll be.
I have dreamed every word you whisper.
When you're close,
Close to me.
How you look in the glow of evening
I have dreamed and enjoyed the view.

In these dreams I've loved you so
That by now I think I know. "

" Un p'tit coin d'parapluie

Contre un coin d'paradis..."

Not been snowing yet,

but woke up to a white, frost covered grass pitch.

Frost covered everything.

Getting cold now,

but so is the state of my worrying heart.

How could this be,

that I've been quite unfortunate in the strangest ways ever since I've relocated.

What is this path I'm unwinding, unravelling before me;

could these be signs that I'm not suited for where I am?

When I feel uncertain,

I like to take refuge in the fictional world,

and see the world for what it is through a protagonist unheard of.

This is the escapist's route,

but so what?

B.