It occured to me the other day that I am still wearing my flip-flops—and it’s November! 
What a heaven!
Hong Kong is gaining my affections especially when I realize that I might be able to spend the Christmas in skirts–short skirts, to be exact.
Envy me, my friends, envy me so badlly that you will jump on the plane—then we can have a wonderful time together.  Wishful thinking, isn’t it? 
I am thinking too much lately that I don’t know what to think about. 
Life is complicated, you may say.  But we don’t have to be.  
I want to live a simple life in which only music and books are important.  Excluding love, ’cause it always turns life into a mess–however wonderful it might be. 
But what would a life be like without love?  What would a world be like without love?  It would be likea world without good music and good books–a hell by definition.