Sunday, January 28, 2007  1:21 AM
That tucked away fishing village
Today, as I sat alone among my familiar friends Marc Jacobs, Fendi and Dior, I finally missed home. Solitude really does strange things to you, but as I sat at Starbucks in Central with my mug of hot chocolate as the cars zipped by in typical city fashion, the emptiness dissipated and I spent the most fulfilling hour of the day talking to God and I realised that He had been with me all along. He speaks to me alot in song, because I have an elephant memory for song lyrics and not memory verses. His grace is sufficient for me, He reminded constantly even as I walked down Mongkok through the mad Saturday crowd.
We escaped from the bustling city life to that little quiet fishing village at Lei Yue Mun a few days ago. I loved the place, every bit of it, with the wooden fishing boats bobbing gently along the sea, the salty air palpable, the streets selling the most outrageous sea creatures I'd ever seen, the children playing in the sea, the breathtaking skyline beneath the rocks, the old school games of hopscotch and table tennis. A perfect place for a child to grow up, I envied them as I watched them laugh mischievously as they played with fire on the basketball court. A life without a care in the world, a life I probably never knew.
Beautiful, nonetheless, and I felt like I never wanted to leave, but as the sun set in the cloudy horizon, we made our way back to the bright lights of where we came from.
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