28 February 2007

Not for sale.

Can good luck be sold?.....In a sense It can be...Images captured at a small shop in Stanley market , selling all sorts of good luck charms . From Buddha heads (! ??) to what not.


Dedicated to a friend, who is not addicted but chooses to smoke
(Give it up man)
and to a guy who one day , just gave it up, cause he felt it wasn't cool anymore.

Not forgetting the girl at the bus stop ,who rushes a quick puff before the bus leaves
(the fastest I've seen).

24 February 2007


Some flying high

Some just sit by

Some have the smile

Some are ........mine

21 February 2007

@#$%^&! Fish

The otherside. Discovery bay.

What I want

Pleasant dreams
Frosty mornings
Smell of coffee
Jasmine & rain

Blue sky holidays
Cool monsoon breeze

spot lights focused on me
Just fifteen minutes
Of my due fame

a winding road
an open car
the hum of the engine
at 80 miles per hour

an antique fountain pen
tag heur on my wrist
moments to remind me
the luck I’ve had

a small miracle
just to keep the faith

few moments of laughter
every damned day
a life time of love
and a peaceful death

17 February 2007

Early Spring

More pictures of Tung Chung pier

Fisherman of Tung Chung pier (2)

May be ........................

If It wasn’t…..
If I wasn’t……
If you were……..
And if they weren’t……..

Maybe , maybe
It could have been

Don’t mistrue
If I could’ve
I definitely would

Perfect setting
Prospects, to be ventured
Perfect risks
Chances, to be taken
Correct place
(at the) wrong time

Lilly White .......The girl who never woke up

Lily white
Sitting by the river side
In to the twilight
As she has
For the last couple of days
Wouldn’t happen for me
She thought always
But it seems
There is no other way

White flowing dresses
True love, romance
Magic and fate
She longed for
She believed
Will lure her prince charming
Galloping down her aisle
(“wake up silly girl”
her mama would tell)

Silently she has
Many a knights
For their pride
(oh, what a sight)
on their white stallions
many girls have ridden
to far kingdoms far away
(even Cinderella had her day)
but not Lily white
she just had to wait

That was yesterday
Now everything has changed

Wrong reasons
To the wrong man
Like a moth to candlelight
She was drawn
For reasons, beyond
(“black magic, that’s why”
her grand ma would say)

She does realize
It most probably might
Make her cry
(‘cause he does seem
bit of the flashy type)
She’d let him in
To her heart so frail
He will invade
And leave her (in complete disarray)
Will remain
after tears dry away

Crippling guilt
All set aside
It sure is nice
After all this while
At least for a moment
To be treated just right
(“that’s so cute”
whispers her friend Ruth)

So here sits
On this rusted bench
A girl
Who has watched
The world go around
(twice, thrice, for some)
wishing that it may
hoping that it might
this will be
her time

Fishermen of tung chung pier


Hongkong, from a tram car