I had a weird dream yesterday. I had this dream of going to Hong Kong for a visit. I was like, so into Hong Kong that I just can't wait to get myself into the city centre. I was waiting for a train at an elevated station somewhere in the suburb of Hong Kong. And guess what? I was there with my camera and two pillows taken from the hotel where I stayed. Why would anybody want to travel with pillows with them?
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