Ek akela is shaher mein...

Gee has tagged me to list my 5 favourite things to do in my city. I will go with my adopted one, Singapore:

1 - Taking a bumboat ride down the Singapore river at dusk. It is a very touristy activity, but when the boat enters the open bay and the wind teases your hair, it is very very charming.

2 - Breakfast on sunday morning, especially making our awesome stuffed omelettes, and devouring them with Jupiter while we bitch about the world at large.

3 - Hanging out with friends at the City Hall Starbucks and discussing and debating inconsequential matters for hours at end.

4 - Saturday evenings with cocktails, a live band and old-world charm at Chijmes, a 103 year old church which is as classy even as a night spot.

5 - Being in an airconditioned taxi or bus or even a restaurant with skylight, absorbing the tropical sunlight while not feeling hot as ever.


Well, that was fun, and given that both Gee and Aristera have taken the liberty to do the tag for two of their cities, I'll follow in their footsteps and list 5 of my favourite things to do in one of my favourite cities - Hong Kong:

1 - Taking a ride down to Stanley, and sitting on the rocks there with myself, my music and my book, with the sea infront and the sun in my eye.
2 - Taking a tram ride around the Island, all the way from Kennedy Town to Happy Valley... slowly moving along while looking and pondering and dreaming.
3 - Hanging out at Insomnia at Lan Kwai Fong, and chit-chatting with everyone there including the bartender, the waitresses and the bouncers.
4 - Shopping at the small shops in Causeway Bay, and hearing the salespersons welcome me and thank me in cantonese, again and again.
5 - Standing at the vista point on The Peak and looking down at the cluttered, crowded city, and still love it for no particular reason.

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I forget you dont exist,
I still go looking for you
in the crevices of memory

I regret that I still believe,
that the storm will calm down
while I sit around quietly

You mock my poetry
because you are a better poet
paid in compliments, word for word.

I wont photograph
because so many are better
and I feel juvenile, for trying

I wont talk so much
for you have all the right words
and I have nothing left.

But can I just live,
even though you are doing
a far better job of it?