Conduit Road

the sun is already out and exhaling its pink-tinged sighs all across the morning sky. it is too early for the sun, i think to myself as i pull the curtains aside to behold and admire. way too early; it is only about 5 in the morning, yet it is a peculiarity that i embrace. much as i bemoan the summer for its heat and entailing discomfort, sometimes i cannot help but be immensely thrilled by its silver lining of : girls in sundresses walking their dogs, a plausible excuse for ice cream, summer sales and of course, beautiful days, such as today where the sun is kind and watermelon and delightful in all of its gracious morningness.

we made a little trip out to Lamma Island today, the boy and i, and contentedly we took pleasure in the scenery, the seafood, chilled tau foo far, and the folds of each other’s company. a very quaint island village it turned out to be - many old people pottered around doing their frail thing whilst the seafood restaurants did brisk business dishing out overpriced fish to cap-wearing tourists. i must admit it wasnt the seafood (a notorious Lamma attraction) that engaged me into beseeching the boyfriend to take me there; the fancy was due to a TVB drama series (’Taste of Love’ starring Miriam Yeung and Lawrence Ng) i watched a long time ago that was filmed at Lamma Island. i had loved the series and was excited to see vestiges of this former 8pm Wah Lai Toi indulgence, but unfortunately our trip granted no familiar sights relative to the show. i wasnt disappointed however. chilled tau foo far and abundant kisses on the cheek seem to be particularly effective in taking all sad things away.

it is my last time in Hong Kong, or at least it will be for a long time to come. Martian is moving to Singapore, uprooting himself once again, and me along with him. i have but a full two days left here in this cantonese city of lilted speech and shirtless men forever fixing something, and honestly i am a bit nervous about how uneconomically i’m spending my remaining minutes here. so i took pictures of the Mid Levels escalator, a policeman, a fire hydrant, as well as a fleet of taxis waiting to pick up happy inebriated people at LKF, among many other scenes native to Hong Kong - for permanence lest my memory falters. and ordered a glass of tung lai cha just for good measure. i dont know what we are going to do today, but i hope it is something irrevocably and dreadfully local.

i sat on the ledge in the guestroom just now, that was where i admired the dawn before i came here to blog about aforementioned admired dawn. i remember a time when i sat there and he asked me, do you hear that sound? what sound, i asked. that dididididiiddid sound, he imitated. it is the sound of the traffic lights, he explained, the most ubiquitous sound in Hong Kong.

so today i sat there and listened to that most ubiqituous sound again, properly, on that ledge, in this apartment, as the love of my life slept peacefully in the next room. the telltale blue screen of an unfinished DVD flickered in the living room, patient and endearing. i wonder what the most ubiquitous sound in Singapore is.

Comments July 8th, 2007