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Published: December 30th 2007
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Noi
Outside Casino Lisboa I watch u while you're sleeping
Messy hair, chest bare, moonlight on your skin
I wanna breathe u in
In the silence, words come easy
I can tell u now just how simple it's been 2 let u in
Don't move, this mood is a painting
We'll never find the same thing
Love, let's make time stand still
Let this moment last until
2 become 1
Like a bird owns its wings
Like a song belongs 2 melody
U belong 2 me
I fold your arms around me
Let your flesh, your breath, your love, surround me
Oh, u feel like home
On our first day he told me that we had to find our lovers' way to sleep together, and today i think we found it. We took the ferry from Hong Kong to Macau, and it was a long ride, about 1 hour. Initially it was fascinating because of the beautiful, natural sights of sea and hills, but after a while I became sleepy. I rested one side of my head on his shoulder, and within minutes I was fast asleep, like a baby. The embarrassing thing was that when
Casino Lisboa
The old building I woke up, I realized I was starting to drool a bit on his sweater! It was the most peaceful sleep, and when I woke up I felt so good, so refreshed yet lazily contented, like a cat. So much warmth and comfort in his shoulder... 😊
The people in Macau speak Cantonese also, but the landscape was rather different. Buildings took on a more colonial feel, with signs written in English, Chinese, but also Portugese. This is because Macau used to be a Portugese colony, hence the existence of Portugese culture in a Cantonese-speaking island. However, I couldn't help but feel that everything was a bit commercialised. It's like they're cashing in on their Portugese legacy to stand out as a tourist attraction. As usual, 7 Eleven was a common sight, as it is in Hong Kong and Bangkok also. The main commercial district was uncomfortably crowded and the streets were quite narrow, but due to the small size of the island, we went to quite a number of attractions by foot quite easily.
My favourite was the Ruins of Sao Paolo, an old church built in the 17th century. Everything was destroyed in a fire except
the facade, which presumably was cast in stone (literally). I love really old preserved structures like this because I love to imagine what life was like at that time. It's so difficult to entertain the idea of people living vastly different lives 200 to 300 years ago. I can't quite believe it. And it's even more amazing that structures so old can survive past the millennium. To me the Ruins of Sao Paolo is way more appealing than the concrete jungle that is Hong Kong.
New buildings don't tell a story; whereas old buildings contained many stories inside, and with a long history. It's like how the elderly always have so many entertaining stories to tell, whereas most young people tend to be more shallow.
After that we went in search of a casino to visit, because Macau is renowned in Asia for its many grand casinos, like Wynn Macau and Casino Lisboa. Eventually we settled upon Casino Lisboa. The old colourful building was right opposite the new gigantic one; a juxtaposition of the old world and the new gold.
It was my first time in a casino, and I was quite thrilled, having been denied access last year in Genting due to my being underage. There were lots of tables playing cards, very serious, like a scene from the Korean drama "All In". We went down one floor and found the slot machines and russian roulette.
At the russian roulette table where we stopped for a moment, a Pakistan man with the most haunting eyes ever started talking to us and asking where we were from. When he looked at me I felt a tiny frisson of fear. If I were alone I would be damned scared, because his eyes tell me he can do unimaginable things to me if he wanted. But Sergio was with me, and I felt more safe, because I had my man 😊
Our stay in Macau was only for 4 hours and we had to take the ferry back to Hong Kong at 6.15pm. There we walked around the Central area a little. By now the appeal of Hong Kong was wearing off little by little, and I couldn't wait to return to Bangkok.
Not mentioning that the HK hotels almost always never include a free breakfast buffet 😉
Food is life, after all. Eat to live, live to eat.
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