On a lighter note, I had a love affair with Hong Kong. My next post would covered the bits and pieces of Hong Kong and Macau– the smell of the emotionless city, the taste of almost exotic food and the strangeness rush of the Hongkies.

Pretty Poison

My hands are warm. It’s been a long time since my hands are warm. Anyone that has touched my hands before would know the coldness and the emptiness of it. The lack of warmth and the warmness that I always long for. The absence of an affectionate human touch I dare say. Like a pretty poison, my hands need a lover not a friend. Que pasa warm now?

I haven't been writing for a long time because time has not allowed me to. Will update soon. Right after my Hong Kong trip as I am leaving tomorrow. Hugs all!