It is Sunday morning. Here I am sitting and writing at Vienna Cafe again with Karen.It has been almost a month since we took any day off. I go into the stadium every single day. The holiday now turns into a 2-hr Sunday's brunch time, which also becomes a luxury to hope for.
Recently, bits and pieces of recollection float form the back of my head. Eating McDonald's breakfast with Edith on Sunday morning. Dinner party with the gang at TST. Queuing in front of the cinema on a Thursday preview night. Sleeping in on weekends. Friday night drinks at Waterfront. Oil painting on Tuesday night. These are the image of my life in Hong Kong and the most ordinary moments. But I really miss it.
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