A Night of Deception

I wish a night like this one remains forever mine...a space all for myself to just be with ME...nothing else but my thoughts, my feelings, my desire to just write without analyzing, thinking too much, digesting, savouring, self absorbing, all the usual nonsense,  just my fingers, my mind, my emotions, my instincts...sleep is but a luxury, but then my logic starts to kick in already...without music...sleep becomes a necessity...gosh, silence, emptiness, the coldness of the air conditioning...my fingers feel a little frozen, my mind as well...it is reality after all

Sharing The Joy of ONE

Flying four hours from where I stayed to a destination which I could only sensed the familiarity through their common dialect, the nostalgia of the infamous TVB drama series, the crude yet interesting gangster films, this place called Hong Kong was definitely as alien as it can be for me. We were there not for a leisure holiday, but a journey of self discovery, a step to understanding our "flow" much better in life, in order to lead an extraordinary life, ultimately. But is that so? or is there more to it than just about our SELF? A new place, a totally different feeling. At first glace, I love the green, the sun, the mountains, the superhigh highways that fly on top of each other. The people were not as "rough" as we have come to hear. The area we first stayed in, Tsuen Wan is most definitely an area for food lovers. The sights, the sound, the smell, the people, the bamboo shafts, everything seemed very much down to earth and real. Two and a half day of meeting people, listening, talking, digesting, thinking, connecting was something quite special all together. But I guess my greatest learning came from after I bought this book by Masami Sato called ONE: Sharing The Joy of Giving. The words from her are so straightforward yet they ring deep in my subconscious. At some point, I realized what she meant by connecting. We are living in a place as ONE, a place where sharing is really possible. We may not speak the same language, or dress the same outfit, or even know which part of China they came from, but that moment, we connected. I cherished their generosity, I loved the way they smiled back at me when I asked to take a photo with them, I loved their shyness but openness at the same time. It is the beginning of something extraordinary, I believe.