Dance my life...

On the Christmas eve 2005, I was dressing to go party in Banjala Hills, my flat mate Siti from Malaysia saw my dress and said,” Oh, that’s so Hong Kong, Meicy.” My collar of coat was upstanding, with skirt above the knee and high heels—that’s very Honky for Siti. “Yeah, all these clothes are bought in Hong Kong expect the high heels,” I said.

I brought the silhouette of Hong Kong to India, and the Honky hairstyle as well. However, when somebody says,” Your hairstyle is very Hong Kong,” remember, that’s not a compliment at all. Most of the trainees in Hong Kong got Honky hair and we laughed at each other for this.

Anyway, people ask me why I chose to leave Hong Kong since I had great time there. I could have stayed there for 7 years and then get a permanent resident card—though that sounds crazy for me. I knew that I’d done Hong Kong. My advantage there comparing to other foreigners is that I can communicate with the local in Cantonese. That brings me a clear and complete picture of Hong Kong. After 9 months, I become the local and life is predictable for me.

I knew that even if I leave Hong Kong, I wouldn’t lose my friends there. It’s like when you leave your home town, you wouldn’t feel like you would have lost it forever. Hong Kong has become my second hometown other than Taiwan. It’s a good stopover for many people. I stopped by at the age of 22. The tie between us is still there. The friendship I built didn’t fall apart.

I am happy that I left Hong Kong and come to India.

I’d dedicate this article especially to Nikos from Greece. After reading your mail, I started writing it.

To all my friends in Hong Kong.