Her love was so pure, yet she was tainted with evil.

Stanley - Hong Kong

A romantic getaway for a few hours in the south of Hong Kong. Stanley is an old time expat favourite in Hong Kong to live. It has a relaxing atmosphere away from the pace of the city yet only half an hour away from the centre. Coming here for Sunday was a nice treat.

When life is sweet, say thank you and celebrate. And when life is bitter, say thank you and grow.
Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet (via simply-quotes)
The bloom of cancer

She was painting with words. And it was beautiful.

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When enemies are at your door, I’ll carry you away from war. If you need help, if you need help. Your hope dangling by a string, I’ll share in your suffering. To make you well, to make you well.

When you fall like a statue, I’m going to be there to catch you. Put you on your feet. And if your well is empty not a thing will prevent me. Tell me what you need, what do you need?

You’re my back bone. You’re my cornerstone. You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving. You’re my head start. You’re my rugged heart. You’re the pulse that I’ve always needed.

So I would do it for you, for you. Baby, I’m not moving on, I’ll love you long after you’re gone. For you, for you. You will never sleep alone. I’ll love you long after you’re gone, and long after you’re gone, gone, gone.

Happy Birthday my love.

The fluffy toy, the book, and not even the plane tickets is your real birthday present. The real one is that we will be as happy as today, every day, forever~!

Let’s yo!! My new love.

Dear Diary - An Ending?

It has really been a long time since a heart to heart talk with blogosphere. I am the type to only speak when it’s a necessity, hence I have always found it difficult to write about daily life.

Nearly three years after I started this blog, after my initial collapse into clinical depression. I am happy to report that life is truly good, and I feel the transformation is complete.

It was a dream of mine to find a life I can settle in, where I can go to bed most days looking forward to the next. It became a reality.

My work is the place where talent meets opportunity. Believing that I can become successful if I apply my ability diligently gives me incredible motivation. Being the only expert of my field in the continent for a leading company and taking on responsibility far beyond the norms of people my age gives me a great sense of pride and achievement.

But none of this would matter without my other half. He is my fellow reveller in times of joy and my voice of reason in times of doubt, I feel so lucky to have found him. We lived together for the last month and I loved every day, I see myself being with him to the end of time.

I am not forgetting lessons of the past though, I thought I found love but the person I found was not the right one. Immature and emotionally unstable, he was toxic to me and I never realised. Forgiving is hard work, and I have not got there yet. Regardless of how much I might despise him, it is good to see him doing well again. Before, I knew he was suffering from our past and it pained me because I felt I was a part of it. Now, seeing him with new love has convinced me that he has moved on. I feel relieved and able to close this chapter for good.

There will be bumps ahead still, but now I know I have what it takes, the will to seize an opportunity and a persevering mind, to make it through. It is amazing how things work out sometimes. I won’t be cliche and say that things always get better, but it certainly is possible if we strive for it.

Happy Bastille day. French people are the biggest group of expats in HK, they brought out their party spirit for the Bastille version of Botellon last night. But I must say, an outdoor party in 30 degree heat was an endurance challenge.

Tell me baby, what’s your story? Where you come from and where you want to go this time. Tell me lover, are you lonely? The thing we need is never all that hard to find.
Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Tell Me Baby

Miroslav Petrasko

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I think it’s great for two people to be together. That is a good number. I think, that to keep it alive though, you can’t spend every day together. It wears out the magic, Love means nothing to me if it’s not fortified with fierce, painful longing, brief explosive instances of furious passion and intimacy and then a sad parting for a time. In that way, you can give your life to it and still have a life of your own. I think some couples spend too much time together. They flatten out the potential for experience by constant closeness. Passion builds over time like steam. Let it rage until it’s exhausted and then leave it alone to let it build up again. Why can’t love be insane and distorted? How can it be vital if it has the same threshold as normal day-to-day experience? Why can’t you write burning letters and let your nocturnal self smolder with desire for one who is not there? Why not let the days before you see her be excruciating and ferment in your mind so on the day you go to the airport to pick her up, you’re nearly sick with anticipation? And then when desire shows the first sign of contentment, throw it back in its cage and let it slowly build itself back into a state of starved fury. Then when you are together, it all matters. So that when you look into her eyes, you lose your balance, so that when she touches you, it feels like you have never been touched before. When she says your name, you think it was she who named you. When she has gone, you bury your face in the pillow to smell her hair and you lie awake at night remembering your face in her neck, her breathing and the amazing smell of her skin. Your eyes go wet because you want her so bad and miss her so much. Now that is worth the miles and the time. That matches the inferno of life. Otherwise you poison each other with your presence day after day as you drag each other through the inevitable mundane aspects of your lives. That is the slow death that I see slapped on faces everywhere I go. It’s part of the world’s sadness that’s more empty than cold, poorly lit rooms in cities of the American night.
Henry Rollins (via skeletales)

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