listening to my friend hannah’s incredible playlist. she’s moving back to hong kong next week, which is one of the happiest news I have received lately. I cannot wait for the photographic adventures, endless coffees in town. I’ve missed having her around. just having a friend in town. what somehow makes it special for me is that she’s a high school friend. depending on how long you’ve been following enjoythewait, but some of you might remember the hatred stage I was going through back in 2007. I hated everything about high school. the people, the teachers, the work, the uniform, even the fucking building itself. everything. when I came back from new zealand at the end of march 2008, things changed a little bit. I started making friends. most of them are my friends now. last night one of the first nights in a long time that I enjoyed myself. drinking with the same people I used to hate. and now I cannot imagine my life without them. scattered all over the world but having an extensive list of things in common. I wish I had seen that sooner. but I guess it’s the natural process of making friends.

I wore his hoodie to work today. the same one I’ve been wearing since chinese new year. that fatal monday. I can hardly make out his cologne anymore but there’s still a faint scent leftover in the material. I haven’t seen him, I barely talk to him. we fight and we argue every time we see each other. the silence at the end of the day was too much for me to bear. I swallowed my pride and talked to him first. unresolved issues. lots of them. and then that other guy whom I cannot even remember. but I know he was there. I stopped writing the red district chronicles some time around august but I should probably go back to it. it’s been a year since I wrote my first letter to the guitarist. he’s still around, he’s still here. our friendship is rare and it’s the only reason why I am taking care of it. there’s too many other words on my mind but hopefully I will find the right way to reveal them soon.

eight o’clock in the morning, conversation got boring.

I awoke to sunrise this morning. yellow light filled my bedroom and I would have given everything just to stay in bed the whole day. february is my least favorite month. I am not sure why; it seems as if the shorter days have somehow taken away the quality of the month in general. maybe it is simply because hong kong’s weather in february is not impressive at all. then there’s valentine’s, which I despise. I am thinking of a little project to change my mind about this month. I am going to try and see the bright side as well.

how about you? what are you thoughts on february?

by voldy92

this reminds me of home.

by haeshu

almost like that one august sunset m and I watched over the meadow. I wonder whether he thinks about me sometimes, the way I think of him.

by marina.shakleina

I miss paris lately.

by laura makabresku

curls and red hair. something I will never have.

by voldy92

I think about new york city a lot lately. and moving there for good.

by isabelle bertolini

I cannot remember the last time I ate a truly amazing pizza.

by saraseaside

I am dreaming of my own flat.

it had been a long day. I began my new job as an intern at time out hong kong. it is going to keep me busy for the next few weeks and I am hoping to expand; take my writing some place else. the newsletter editorial that is being prepared for this week is underway and there is another half a dozen things on the list I have to focus on. but it is okay with me. the atmosphere of the office is just as you would expect for a magazine. messy desks, endless stacks of previous issues, boxes of the latest one, film posters and photographs of celebrities. hong kong art festival. boxes, boxes, boxes. envelopes and other paper paraphernalia. and then there’s the people. some of them I’ve met throughout the years of hanging out on the streets of hong kong. the anxious ones go out for a cigarette every half an hour and the rest just stocks up on the caffeine supply. there’s always a deadline ahead and I like the pressure of it.

then the globe. it has been a while since my father and I just sat together for a drink. talking about everything and nothing. I already mentioned the importance of this, coincidentally about the same time last year. hazelnut boy joined us half way through and then he left. it was like a déjà vu. again. the same corner, the same facial expressions. the same bullshit. me quitting, giving up. but I knew from his eyes that he doesn’t believe me. I don’t believe me. and then two hours on the phone, sitting down on the sidewalk, trying to sort things out. the thin line between love and not wanting to be alone. it is interesting though that his empty words still have an effect on me.