Valentine of the Vanities

Hong Kong. The weekend debauchery is over.

What's left are remnants of what have been, what could have been and what will be.

Everyone had hopes, shared deeply among everyone.

We were a delightful mix of beautiful colors, every day and every hour was like an orchestrated symphony of colors and outfits, befitting the queen who was moonlighting as a city photographer gathering materials for his new blog,

http://blogs.stylebible.ph/rajosblog/

Rajo - a friend for life, a lover to a friend, a mother to us all.

The explorers in us were struggling to get out, mapping the next country to conquer, counting the days when the rainbow ships will sail once more. Tokyo, New York and London- prime targets for the hopefuls and obviously financially enabled--it just suddenly occurred to me that Bob is really going to buy a watch worth a thousand Filipino mouthfuls--Manila, Bangkok and Shanghai were the next...

Azure- a memorable night, who ever thought this place could be the perfect setting for a Night of Debauchery 2- me and Angela did, the weekend before, bless my darling girl.

It was sinful to end the night as the fairies from all over gathered and strutted along the streets of Wyndham, a street name i could never remember, had it not been for Rajo and Nix getting lost.

I organized dinner the night before, Chinese it was and was so lovely, seconded by a spontaneous Valentine's junk trip-it never happened. Spasso was the replacement, the bar in which Bob, Roj and myself looked homeless, groping our worldly possessions, Prada, Ray Ban, Club Monaco and Giordano Concepts with our lean tanned arms, sans Bob's..

If not for anything, I tried to put some intellect to this highly fashionable afternoon- brushing up on my Spanish.

"Estoy calliente, papito!"

And just like that, I woke up to messages of gratitude and farewell... except for one.