Prior to the filming day, I was basically sick and in bed with unfathomable awe for my untimely illness whenever public holidays swap in for a change of scenery ever since I go back to the full time […]
Author: Hong Hiu Ching
It's Margaret here, from Hong Kong. Love fashion, good wine, dreaming and this blog. Cheers!
Laughing on the outside
I met a brand educator years ago, with suit co-ord and glasses and a stern face…the kind you would get 5 year-old distress for not doing anything wrong. Yet, she walked in the training room […]
How does turning 25 feel like
Happy birthday. But really, what is it to be happy about the day you officially get another year older, except for the surprise party that is not surprising at all because you plan it from […]
Bromide
You see, thrusting a low cognitive threshold upon the masses, like a black object under the sun through a looking glass, catches fire very easily. In a society like ours, restrained from the traditional Chinese […]
Com’on Com’on يلا يلا
I reckon the idea of filming and taking photos on both the digital and film camera, all the while the sun was shining at almost 40 degree during the day and me struggling with sickness […]
Money makes them smile
I flew myself to Morocco few weeks ago, fantasizing about the dusty tangerine sun over the terracotta buildings and the harsh shadows that I thought are much needed for the photos but later realised for […]
My idling hours
I find the subtext of best use of time fascinating. This time last year, between jumbling up in the apathetic air of daily commute and sitting tight in office, I spent most of my time […]
Lifestyle?
Let’s talk about lifestyle today. Aside from the beguiling nature of yet another marketing strategy, you know, unlimited wants and perverted desires, demand and supply, I find it quite serene. In fact, it maybe one of […]
Déjà vu
Déjà vu is a weird sensation. In such a fleeting moment of time synthesis, my brain goes numb first, followed by a deep search in the memory for the primary encounter. The situation ends up […]
Twenty Four
Throughout the conversations I have had with fellow travelers in the past years of solo backpacking they always end with a rather personal yet innocuous question – how old are you? Aside from the obvious revelation […]