Tuesday, October 11, 2005


There's some sort of performance going on in the old-folks home just below my building, so I'm getting faint strains of traditional Chinese songs followed by applause, floating through my open balcony windows. It's like the old radios that would play in the background of In The Mood For Love. And it's made all the more surreal by the fact that my house is now half-empty, victim of the packing madness that has overtaken me as I get ready to move out and head off on my HK *cough-visarun-cough* vacation.


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