Wednesday, January 30, 2008

anecdotes (anecdote is just a rhetoric saying of travility)

Not a bit sunshine, the city has only 1 colour, grey or, dark grey sometimes. I love it dearly. It's so poetic, how i want to shout out loud "il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville" (yes, very pretentious of me, i sometimes despise myself). This is the real winter (and it's so rare for my hometown), though a bit late. chilly air and drizzle, greyish skies and roads, it's the beauty of melancholy (and it's the abnormality of me). dug into my dusty huge cds mountain, i have to dig out all mogwai back catalogue, bleak music for the bleak sky (people), oh what an enjoyable experience!

Got the Feb Spin, my head spins no more (and spin is even cheaper than nme, unbelievable! or one more proof that nme is such a rip-off)

Jumble sale of hmv (which was actually held throughout the year) and Moz's Ringleader Of The Tormentors was marked HK$40, this was absolutely an insult. would somebody please buy the whole stock of it?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

oh roses are so delicate, maybe we can just sing a song

It's always there
our faithful companion
hovering above
from day 1 to day 0
fragmented but continuous
'round the next corner
or millions miles away
doesn't matter
cos it will never
fail to keep its promise

so it's the promise to the rosy atlantis or an ecstatic underworld or a bleak world of cold and dark? i don't know. the other side always remains an uncertainty. ephemeral and uncertainty, it makes all the sense here.

She was one of those few good ladies of my ex-office, she was a christian, so she must be more certain of her way, returns home, unafraid and liberated.

Monday, January 14, 2008

You are innocent and true, and you come from a star ...

No man is an island (a bit strange for a solitary person like me to say these words). There are always someone, something that you feel emotionally attached to. 'You are tamed' according to Mr Fox.

You run the risk of a few tears if you allow yourself to be tamed.

Then I must be tamed by the book, for I can't quite control my lachrymal each time i read it (the abnormal thing is, my teardrop explosion can begin from the start, even the words "c'est un chapeau" can made me cry [so not to say the encounter with the fox or the love monologue to the rose], and i must have read it again and again for N times). When i first read it as a kid, i of course agreed to every words about the troublesome grown-ups, but with the passing of time, I now feel more resonant with the dilemma of the pilot. Grew up but not a grown-up, was forced to live among the grown-up and pretend to be one of them, but actually couldn't quite understand their language and vice-versa. That's why the pilot became a solitary person (and so am i). Don't get me wrong, i don't think it's a book promoting solitary, on the contrary, it's about establishing relationship. Be it with the people, flower, the fox you met or, the books you read, the music you hear, or even your heart, they are all so unique and important. Of course you risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. Passion and sentiment is always silly and immature in the grown-up world.

I love the story so much that no matter it's the book itself, the film or the musical, so long as it does not make any modification, i will love it dearly. so the musical le petit prince has no exception. The visual effect was quite impressive, and also the songs (esp the chinese subtitle, much better than the english one). The girl (oops i don't know her name) tried hard to be boyish, well, while i think her performance is quite good, still it will be much better if the role is performed by a real kid.

I hate to see how over-commercialised he becomes. It's cute to appear on the 50 francs in the past, but not every commodities you name it nowadays. "I love little prince" my friends said, grabing the watches and little notebook, "but i've never read the book". Phew.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

wishes on the 32nd of December

I decide not to make any new year resolution this year, no plan is the new plan.

but wishes are allowed - getting by and getting high.

fireworks, downstairs of my home