I started the day with a plan.  Go for a tutoring session, work in central... the usual.  Now I'm sitting in a smoky cafe, dim lighting with the rain pouring down the windows in a cafe in Mong Kok. Everything today seemed to take on significance, as a random concept in my mind became more and more important.  After tutoring was cancelled, I decided on a whim, to explore Mong Kok, find one of those nice upstairs cafes, sit down and work.  When I finally arrived there though, I was famished and the mess of signs and he crowds left me disoriented and rushed.  Rushed even though, I never really "need" to do anything.  I walked and walked, searching for something familiar, passing restaurants, fruit juice sellers, tiny shops selling sausages and little egg cakes.  Lost and with the rain falling harder now, I felt stressed.  How do you decide where to go when there's no place you need to be? Eventually, I found a taiwanese restaurant.  Ordered some Tong choi and Taiwanese style minced beef over rice and savored that with some cold lemon tea... More walking.  There was a cafe I went to at one point called Full Cup cafe.  I always wanted to go back, but never wanted to take the time to find it again.  To me, Mong Kok is this giant mess of signs and street side shops and night markets and confusion.  I decided that today, I would find it... but all I knew was the major street I was looking for, Nathan road. So I followed the signs for Nathan road, then led me around this corner, back the other way and in circles.  All over the place, I walked, there were only more signs.  As I got more and more frustrated, I became more and more determined that this would be the great journey of my day.  Everything became important, the old man standing outside the sneaker store with a blank stare, the giant metallic statue of an ematiated stick man kneeling before an H&M.  Everything seemed to tell me, that this random committment to finding this cafe, needed to be fulfilled, otherwise I would have failed some great test in my life. Eventually, I stumbled upon Nathan road.  Elated, I walked in one direction, uncertain of where it should be.  Walked and walked and eventually came across a familiar section, Dundas road.  Left and right, then back toward Nathan road crossing over to the other side, I finally find, the alley.  It looks like a random apartment, security cameras, monitors.  I take the elevator to the fifth floor and there I finally find the cafe, proceed to walk in and find the door locked... sigh.  They're closed. Two floors down, there's a cafe called Paris cafe, lots of smokers, polite staff and the rain outside tells me my search is over.  Now I sip my Jasmine tea and watch the smoke rising to the ceiling, obama on the large LCD screen in front of me and write this post.   Hiren types, progress is progress and I can't agree more.