night, i fucking looooove Hong Kong.
all the neon lights and harbor, all the red lights and high floors.
i am so much addicted to my buyers. i keep saying it always.
they are just so cool with their star printed cardigans (agh!),
black cross bones tattooed heart all upper the left hands..
they are just so sweet with all their good morning, honey.
can we help you to pay for that Chanel bag you ordered before?
their a little bit sloppy broken english, not at all perfect but sharp.
but above all of that. they just know exactly what i want there.
they know all my habits, likes, my golden credit payments lay offs..
they are okay with that and thrive to go through the roof for it.

i adore every one of them.
good with market, good with money, good with making me satisfied.

my chinese is nowhere near understanding.
but in my head there is just a solid unbroken shining cool image
of my chinese people in HK. like i do not know, what. so brilliantly strong.

like,
they make the best assassins.
they never ever make mistakes.
they never overreact or plus feel.

perfection.
i want to grow up and be like some of them one day. please.
...
if i will be out of Tokyo one day, that would definitely be HK.
could think of nothing else.