Your Humble Narrator

cigarette grey

Yes, I think today is a grey day.

Despite the fact I had a wonderful time out with Two Jokers (Zixin and Lorraine), who demanded my prescence even though I just flew in last night and I am exhausted beyond belief.

Despite the fact I went to my Grandmother's for dinner today and I realised I missed her.

Despite the fact I had an extremely good photo-taking session today: with the Two Jokers being my said models. Art photography is the bomb.

I really don't know. I guess saturday nights just arent a great time for me. Suddenly I get unimaginably reflective and DONT ASK ME strange questions but I love to think about Life and Love and Why.

(That's a song, by the way.)

I have yet to look through my Hong Kong pictures, much less upload them, but I have a shitload of things to do before that. Prioritise, Dan! That's one thing you could never do.

For example:

I have much overdue homework.

Yici would be terribly disappointed with me when she finds out the number of things I have to complete by Monday 7:35am, so I shant list them out here.

It's 10:17pm. It's stuffy, it's quiet, I'm alone in my room on a saturday night with a packet of Marks&Spencer's Fizzy Fish (don't you love this?! If you don't, you SHOULD.) and fiddling with my strange thoughts again.

I fell asleep in the car on the way home.

Sometimes I can't tell if I'm dreaming or if I'm thinking about something or if I'm actually doing something anymore.

.. What a depressing post. Picture time: only desaturated ones today, because it's a grey day.

Jordan MTR station. We stayed in Kowloon, not mainland Hong Kong (hotels are cheaper!)

There are still people who live on (i was about to type 'in' instead of 'on' but that would be a terrible mistake) the sea, right next to all these modern-looking lego blocks of condominiums. Wow.

Hong Kong (not Kowloon!) from Victoria Peak.

In a cable car. The air is so bad in Hong Kong that I dont even have to desaturate the last one; the pollution did it for me.

17032007; 10:20pm