jogging.

is what i do when i feel restless.


and its an interesting thing because i feel that you find out alot of things about hong kong. i know that at 11:26pm people in business suits and such begin running to the ferry frantically trying to make it. i laughed because they're running. and they're in nice clothes. running through dark alleyways in not a good idea, but i did it anyways because i saw people. but then again when those people begin running with you and laughing their drunk ass off. you can't help but smile. then there's the park where there are no dogs allowed. but every time i pass by there are dogs panting and looking at my pocky that im eating. on the bench on the pier is the spot where this old man sleeps. lovers kiss and hug and just enjoy being out there near the water. i slip and fall on a puddle and laugh. i see white people and asian people mingling in their pretentious ways and swishing their hair around in a "i am fabulous and i live in the mid-levels and go to soho everyday to drink and mingle" type of way. down the street i see a man picking day old bread from the bag that the bakery threw out that day. then i see a wheatpaste on the walls and graffiti and a fish. then i pass by a skinny asian smoking and staring at me because im staring at him. then i blast amelie's soundtrack and walk around as if its a movie.


and during all this i just think about how much i love it.