In my case, though, all what I was trying to do was to keep myself from forgetting the details—how a kiss feels, how a beard in process feels on the bare palm, the nooks of the mouth, a look that unstitches you. I just hope I did them justice.
The quiet things that no one ever knows
Before I left for Manila, I encountered a simple monochrome montage consisting of six square photos. In it, the photographer was describing the geography of the male human body. Mostly superficial, like the stubble on the jawline or an island of moles along the collarbone, some angry vein protruding from the man's biceps. Though I've fairly lost that photo in the vastness of the Interweb, what I remembered of it stuck with me. And I took the idea to Manila, and casually applied it on my boyfriend.
In my case, though, all what I was trying to do was to keep myself from forgetting the details—how a kiss feels, how a beard in process feels on the bare palm, the nooks of the mouth, a look that unstitches you. I just hope I did them justice.
In my case, though, all what I was trying to do was to keep myself from forgetting the details—how a kiss feels, how a beard in process feels on the bare palm, the nooks of the mouth, a look that unstitches you. I just hope I did them justice.
First day on a brand new planet - part two
Our last day in Hong Kong was started off with my youngest sister and me exchanging All Time Low and A Rocket To The Moon songs we haven't heard yet. This is what I choose to remember about this day. Not the rainy Disneyland trip, not the guy who crashed his car after over-speeding on a curve.
Hong Kong.
April 2012.
Hong Kong.
April 2012.
First day on a brand new planet
The entire time we were in Hong Kong, it was overcast. I think the sun only peeked out for an hour or two. We underestimated the weather, the cost, and the hotel. We were wrong about everything. We were wrong to assume that getting a cab every time we wanted to go someplace wouldn't exceed a hundred Hong Kong dollars. We were wrong when we bought tickets to Disneyland without checking weather reports. We were wrong to assume that our hotel room wouldn't be the same size as a matchbox, no exaggeration included. We were wrong not to peruse the city train.
But strange. I loved this city. I think of these places I visit much like how I see books—there are some you'd keep coming back to, some you'll save if your house is on fire, and some that you'd never touch again with a ten-foot pole. Hong Kong felt, oddly enough, like how I felt when I was in Seattle. I fell in love. I wanted to go back and live and be lost in a totally new language.
This is a really huge post, even when chopped into two parts, summing up the first day of people-watching, walking miles, getting in and out of cabs, climbing buildings, finding oases in the midst of a crowd of skyscrapers, looking out fire escapes, enjoying the slight drizzles that come and go, and feeling both disconnected and belonged in the sea of foreigners who don't speak your tongue.
Hong Kong.
April 2012.
But strange. I loved this city. I think of these places I visit much like how I see books—there are some you'd keep coming back to, some you'll save if your house is on fire, and some that you'd never touch again with a ten-foot pole. Hong Kong felt, oddly enough, like how I felt when I was in Seattle. I fell in love. I wanted to go back and live and be lost in a totally new language.
This is a really huge post, even when chopped into two parts, summing up the first day of people-watching, walking miles, getting in and out of cabs, climbing buildings, finding oases in the midst of a crowd of skyscrapers, looking out fire escapes, enjoying the slight drizzles that come and go, and feeling both disconnected and belonged in the sea of foreigners who don't speak your tongue.
Hong Kong.
April 2012.
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