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Stirred up sky

I’m right at a city where every hipster kid wishes to visit at least once in their life. It’s quite a statement now that it suddenly popped out of my head after watching a youtuber guiding through the cities and a number of foreign people that actually stays in Hong Kong.

Watching guides of Hong Kong have benefited myself in a way on things I normally do would not take it for granted. It allows me to reflect and appreciate although I cannot travel as many as others, I get to live in a city where everyone wants to visit.

Work to build

Maybe I do not have the luxury to experience the high-end part of the city in substantial ways, I take it as a smaller population’s activities. After all, it’s still an attraction to the world and foreign population. It’s an illusion to many of us locals to live life in an alternative way/their ways. On one side, the social media allows us to peek through other people’s lives which forms an illusion to allure yourself; On the other side, we still have our pals from our childhood living (if not better) in a relatively similar lifestyle. What’s the norm, does it matter when we’re not supposed to compare? Many says at the end of the day we’re all the same, sleep on a bed. It’s painful to not compare, you just have to be super disciplined.


Give a pad to your own shoulder, it’s not all that bad after all. The key is to create your own space. I’m not referring to a physical space, but more of a your happy ritual. Whether it’s habit, hobby, activity, anything that comforts yourself, it’s something for yourself (or can be shared with a partner). When you know this is something that nobody can take away from you, you’d naturally be comforted.


3 months have passed since my last proper hike. All things happened for a reason, except mine occurs to be always spontaneous. If it wasn’t a random conversation sparked up at an event, I wouldn’t bother to pack and head out early. I mentioned about this route that I considered the hardest (out of the blue). It was the steepest one I had climbed in the early days. Then the conversation got cut off by whatever reason, or just me not able to continue on or switch topic. It was all awkward anyway at the event without anyone I know.


I revisited to my first steep hiking experience. It was when I wore my jeans and walking shoes. Now when I recall the entire experience, it was all different. It’s different the fact that I did not carry that same motivation to conquer the peak as I’d done already. It’s different the fact that I now know how to climb up and down, and to pace myself; though I used a different and longer path this time.

It’d always been a test to my endurance and determination. I wanted to see if I can still do it. My question follows, do I still want to?

Unlike my previous experience which left my legs sore for almost a week. My legs were fine the day after. I notice I needed extra rests at the hike which I normally would suck up until reaching the finish line. That can be explained with the absence of cardio exercise and the prolong period of time away from the mountains.

The Blanks


There were so many years I wished I had one or two memorable photos of myself. I wished I had a few snaps on sports that I was active in. Those were some of the good times i would not forget. I could only describe them in words the best i can, to express that joy.

Dude is me

I’ve participated, listened and spoken to many interviewees which i had to photograph for on article interviews. They all have talents, passions, vision, unique backgrounds, memorable encounters. I tried to relate with my own stories. That is, I try to flip the roles. I want to see my own story as a second or third person point of view. It’s true everybody has their own version of story regardless of interestingness. I found mine isn’t there yet. Or I should not expect mine too extraordinary as an ordinary person.


I realize my blog has been my person log for this long already. Some of the writings may become stories to readers. The images I’ve presented have all been through my eyes. That’s the thing about an unknown photographer. I’d never get photographed properly. I wonder what if I direct my own shoot and be my own photographer. That way I can have a few keepers of this point in life.

By the Rocks

Initially I was just finishing the film roll, I found that it was not a bad idea to photograph myself. Without a doubt there were errors. But then the better ones turned out so well with the environments I were in. I proudly used them as my social media profile pictures. It was so similar to those interviews where I needed to scout for the shoot on the spot. Naturally there are always some good views around when I hike and whichever my mood brings me; I’d try making my own photo just to remember.

Youthful Souls


Lots of countries out there require their countrymen to serve in the army when reaching their adulthood. While Hong Kong does not have such compulsory act, I have always thought that the army training maybe a good way to train up the body. There’re general observations or even speculations suggest that among Asians, we local raised Hong Kongese do not look as masculine as the other surrounding asian countries. It does raise own eyebrows and wonder if there’s any supporting ground.


During my years in secondary school, there’s one and only one thing that I recall over and over again. It’s the volleyball team and the coach.

Hang Power
Warm up

Our coach was the staff teacher of our secondary school. He lectures on geography and physical education. His first year of class was also our first year in school. So that’s how our school lives all began.

The first volleyball team of the school was formed during our last three years (out of five years before our graduation). It was our coach’s ambitious leisure activity project. The truth was we never had an official size volleyball court. And so we were the genie pigs. The team was assembled from his personal pick from the P.E. lessons. And there were about 15 of us from the same grade.

Our former jerseys

When I said it was an ambitious project of our coach, we learned that through the army-like physical training and practice, 3 days per week after school. He made us feel like an actual athlete, kept us busy. There’s so much devotion our coach had put into us. I cannot think of another person in life again who would do that day-in, day-out with a group of people. Maybe there’s, but not that I’d see in my life again. I still remember moments he had McDonald’s takeaway with us before the Saturday practices.

Volleyball gave us a meaning, a sense of belonging to school. Our unofficial setting of volleyball court was a miniature scale of our society; just like Hong Kong, a place where the land supply is limited. We learned and adapted.

There’s so much spirit and synergism in the team. All thanks to the faith that coach had in for us. All the effort we put into had turned into a champion trophy. And that’s the only effort that I’d only find through a team, not a prodigy.

The Block
On and Off the court
Little help

I re-connected back again with them from one of the former teammates’ wedding last year end. Months later, we thought it’s time to do a reunion on volleyball court. 20 years later, all of them are professionals and have a career. Some of them are married or scheduled for wedding. Other than that, actually not much has changed. I still find the true souls in them. We’re still very youthful.