Last year I went to the Philippines to a place where teenage boys’ lives are turned around. I spent 10 days there, and when I got back to HK I took cold showers for many many weeks. I used a fan, not the air con. And I just completely changed.
Two days ago i got back from the Philippines.
From visiting the same place for the second time.
That for some reason I’ve slipped back into this Hong Kong life.
I’m just surprised that it seems to have gone by in a flash, and yet to think of the beginning of the trip is like thinking of something that happened months ago.
So i’m writing this in my air-conned room thinking…why don’t i miss it all?
Why is it that I think the trip was awesome (so much so that I cried when I left)…
And yet it feels like it’s a fading memory
or a dream that i’m struggling to remember the details of?
I miss it the tiniest bit now.
I miss going around in a jeepney
and sleeping on the shoulder of whoever is next to you.
and eating around a table with friends.
and chatting when we’re meant to be sleeping.
But it feels like I miss something that was in my dream.
now I know…I shouldn’t go on Tumblr once I’ve watched Inception…