it's 3am

and i can't sleep. because i fell asleep right after work and woke up an hour ago. i dreamt of europe again. i think these dreams will not go away in a very long time.

i should be writing articles on culture and travelling but all i can write about is myself, i must have been some kind of a self-obsessed little bitch. milo and i have come to the conclusion that we are only writing for reflection to take place. i keep reflecting every minute, every hour and everyday indeed, on questions like who i am, how i am and why i am the way i am etc. and to a certain extent it really has exhausted me.

but people keep telling me how happy i look these days, saying that my eyes sparkle and my smiles radiate. i honestly do think so. i am surprised by what i have done, i have walked out of a future i thought most hongkong girls would have wanted, away from the one who has got the blueprint of one perfect future all drawn out.

the rabbit thinks she should indulge herself in this happiness, at least until the dragon comes around to tell her again how impossible it is for them to be.

it is a night of klimt's sea serpent.