i need some placebo for my uptight life

never thought the delivery was so prompt, nice art work, but i don't have a vinyl player, so it's just another collector item.

Have always known, know that i can't escape, yet can't accept

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.


shit, i am frightened.

蒼海桑田現實版

when harbour turns to gutter

four letters word(s)

Love, hate or fuxk?

No, I just mean those four letters code under the Jung Typology Test. Recently my office has organised a so-called self-improvement training and the first task was to find out what kind of person you really were (then you may know your own weaknesses and find ways to improve yourself these rubbish talk). I never believe you can really change your character or personality. It's a murder of your own soul, if you have to change. Saint or villain is almost inborn. So, villain or saint, which one are you?

Jung Test

I am the villain INFP (no, actually they are meek and kind, these useless traits). I think the analysis is quite accurate, especially it says most of the INFPs have imaginery friends in their childhood. Haha, yes indeed i'm one of those psychos (so don't feel strange if i talk and laugh to myself uncontrolledly). According to my career chart (there are numerous interesting analysis of Jung test on interent), lawyer is one of the most unsuitable jobs for INFP, no wonder i end up like what i am now. decaying.

it's crazy for me to make connection but i just can't help myself

so if the album's title "Romance at short notice" was based on that funny short story of Saki, what caught my eyes most was this little paragraph:

"Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. In crossing the moor to their favorite snipe-shooting ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it... Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk."

that is just the response to:
And I know where to find you, my love
In the same old flat by the river
The only way in was through the window

this is a hopeless fangirl.

I feel quite chuffed today cos' I finally received the frenchdog's gift. the envelope even has its "signature", cute!


Thank you Adam

i fought the law and i won

maybe only banksy who's so lucky to be able to say these words (or no one could really accuse his work as vandalism.)

my little hometown was a bit political recently, or it used to be that way but I never aware. Politics is tiresome and annoying so we tend to not think and talk about it (but to be a conformist is even more evil and depressing). Political talk is the number 1 taboo in any social circle.

So let make political talk at different angle. We have an exhibition of a few Banksy's paint works in the hong kong arts centre last month. Humourous or poignant, I may just react in a wry smile, just like what I do, in face of my society, or err... my life.


Reminder of what Einstein said "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones".


I really love this one, feeling of loss


read what gangster rat said, celebrate the freedom.
I dedicate the words of this gangster rat to meself, and also to my beloved doherty who is free again. (the title of this article is also dedicated to doherty, though i must sound like the sycophant who's blind to all his behaviour)

My world goes crazy sometimes

Colour of loudness, tawdriness, frenzy, violence, extremity and bloodshed.

But there are people just loving it

loudly, frenetically, violently and blindly




Give me a cup of tea and
four thick walls with no TV

feel better now than the last time but still no better than before

This place has been deserted for a while, not that I didn't want to update it, but April is the cruellest month so I suffered from minor ailments, after the flu, there was migraine, bellyache, insomnia, no appetite ... shit I am such a lover of food and drinks, hope I will return to be a glutton and drunkard soon.

If I was not absent, I should have written something about Channel's Mobile Art, the interesting architecture by Zaha Hadid, how it promoted and degraded art, how the poetic sound guide inspired as well as limited participants' interpretation, but the whole event was too long ago so I don't feel like to write about it.

I should also have written something about this year Hong Kong International Film Festival which surprisingly, my most favourite film is not a film at all, it's the Stones' gig Shine A Light. I can't say i know all their songs by heart but hey, they are so energetic, there is so much passion, life and brotherhood, their fire is still burning bright at this age, having a labour of love and hedonistic life for over 40 years, I think they must be God's most favourite human being. To me this year hkiff is not too bad as compare to the past few years'.

... and yeah, how can i not mention duran duran live in HK (wow my childhood's idol!) I don't have their new album so I did not know most of the songs but it didn't matter, their new songs actually sound quite alright, my friend said it's the effort of justin timberlake, haha what a surprise, i never thought this person has talent (so i might be wrong). Not only rolling stones remains energetic, so does duran duran! Simon Le Bon must be near (or already?) 50 but he didn't look much different from his younger days, though my childhood crush John Taylor changed a lot bit. I am turning nostalgic these days as a sign of turning old, so i will even go to see elton john in may!



i like all mic-sharing moments, even for those of middle age men, ha! (oh sorry simon & john, i'm just joking, u know i love u both)

無聊才讀書

『快樂，不快樂。好像愛我，不愛我。他拿起一枝花，一面拔掉花瓣，一面在說「快樂，不快樂」。他是一個快樂的人，他也是一個不快樂的人 ... 他對他說，他不快樂。因為他的慾望太多，不能滿足，甚麼都是有點不足夠 ... 他的快樂是很快的，喝一杯紅酒很快樂，那一個Moment很快樂，但三分鐘之後，快樂就消失了 ... 雙子座和雙魚座的人通常的快樂，都是很快快樂，很快便不快樂。他們兩個雙子和雙魚，一問一答，一答一問，在討論快樂。』

- 《好風如水》胡恩威

I just love these passages, for obvious reason (someone is so idle for sure).

no more bacchanalia

pretty chairlady of bacchic club went settling down once and for all, of course i wish her happy ever after, oh, but it also marked the day of the disbandment of our bacchic meeting, no more hangover in the saturday morning.


double happiness my dear

another side of the coin...

of course i was one of those "sisters" of my good friend's wedding, nevermind to darken my panda eyes (as woke up at 5:45am), nevermind to wear that "too" feminine dress all day long, cos' they were nothing as compared to rendezvous of ex-schoolmates. exchange of name cards, exchange of hollow talks, i think i would rather be a recluse.


my golden shoes, yo!

Something must have gone right

Half the world blame him for his living up to his own prediction 20 years ago - to be so sleazy and money-grabing, "re-issue re-package re-package re-evaluate the songs double-pack with a photograph extra track" (Paint a Vulgar Picture in Strangeway, Here We Come). "Greatest Hits" is the album most of the Morrissey devotees despise. Not only that it's creepily coincident with his own version of vulgar picture, it evilly excludes most of his early classics. The omission of "November Spawned a Monster" and "Now My Heart Is Full" is particularly unforgivable (But for my work experience in a copyright organisation, I guess I know the reason). The two new songs "That's How People Grow Up" and "All You Need Is Me" are, well ... good, for a b-side track (oh how can i say this verdict to my demi-god). Having said that, I am not part of that half world who despise it. So, am I the other half who just blindly follow Moz? of course Not. Usually I always hate the idea of those rip-off greatest hits/compilations. That's why I insist not to buy The Best of The Libertines even though that also means I can't claim to have their complete collection, but it's really pointless (...err or maybe I'll buy later if I really have an extra HK$150 to waste). To a very large extent the reason why I love Moz's Greatest Hits is the extra live tracks. Grand and epic. It's all worthwhile just for Life is a Pigsty. And to include The National Front Disco? Ha, was it a provocation or reply (or confirmation?) to the accusation from nme? Sarcasm, humour or pettiness, the dividing line is so hard to draw for an englishman, especially for moz. Looking at the sleeve picture, your arse, haha, do you believe he really intended to make a greatest hits? I still believe his sense of humour.


Your arse Greatest Hits - Morrissey

You're so great

Sad drunk and poorly
Sleep in really late
Sad drunk and poorly
Not feeling so great
Wandering lost in a town full of frowns
Sad drunk and poorly
Dogs digging up the ground

And I feel the light in the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the night when you tell me it's OK
Coz you're so great and I love you

cultural town

suddenly. As if you wake up one day and find yourself in some metamorphosis' scenario, everything was changed, my hometown has an artistic and cultural atmosphere. Not only arts festival and international film festival are coincidently held in the same month, I saw so many modern sculptures in everywhere i go.


i regard it as one of the "Angel" (使徒) in Neon Genesis Evangelion


i suspect that's suggested by havey nichols, someone head over heels in front of it


keith haring, of course


even if there is hardware, do you think there's software? People here were all indifferent to the exhibition, it was either because, they were really indifferent or, they're too familiar with those sculptures and thought it would be a bit "shallow" to pay special attention to them.


as arts are so-called everywhere, of course they're not just in the landmark, modern sculptures can also be found in exchange square. see, they are the chubby adam and eve by botero.

But what i feel excited most was this "mobile art", the exhibition centre is a work of art in itself, by zaha hadid. so what is it about? I don't know at this moment, as you may only enter by appointment and my appointment shall be two weeks later, very popular, so be proud of this city, we are real cultural, right?


strange object in the midst of central


it's either a cocoon or spaceship

Good surprise

Cable have closed down most of its mtv channels with the exception of my most least favourite one - mtv china (you can tell the kind of mv just by the name of it). Last night there was serendipity, there was one whole hour of those "thom yorke home recording" of the songs of in rainbows. Though we probably have already watched it online, it's great to watch the clips again on big TV screen. So there will be dvd soon?

Radiohead - Nude

it's random, no, it's destined

see, my sandbox in facebook thinks they should be together.





[edit on 27 Feb 2008]
today, my sandbox even thinks peter should be on the top, hahaha... (yeah, i'm really bored in the office)

Bloodthirsty bastard

Story of a misanthropist. It could have been a better movie, but... It could be a shakespeare's tragedy - How a man was eaten by his own weakness and evil. It could be a greek tragedy - Man can never win the Fate, especially when the Fate is full of absurdity. Or...., don't be so serious, let's take a light-hearted approach. It could be a cult movie for the bloodthirsty bastards - Throat-slitting, lengthy blood-pouring, with the help of mince pie and corpse hill, what a perfect scene for any lovers of Vienna Actionist, Meat Joy and Blood Pleasure. Or..., don't be so arty. Maybe it's just a tribute to the B-movie, remember how we love pulp fiction! No no no, Sweeney Todd is none of the above. I'm reluntant to criticise this film, given that I'm so fond of Mr Depp, but somehow I do feel that there's something missing. I don't love the person Sweeney Todd, worse still, I don't hate him. I just have no feeling. There is no emphathy, no association. I blame it on the script (or the lyrics) that it didn't quite manage to establish the mentality of this man. Burton was used to be an expert to portray those lovely monster, be it sulky, melancholic, transvestite, hyperactive or simply, freakish. This time everything was a bit "surface". Joyless and humourless (except those bit about something like "i leave you to the mercy of your children" that's very Burton). I also blame it on the lack of chemistry between Depp and Helena Bonham Carter. Their voices seem to have much more chemical reaction in Corpse Bride but in sweeney todd ... double negatives make a positive? two freakish persons may mean the loss of magic. And hey, why "Borat" just so quick to be killed? OK, i don't intend to make a series of complaint, especially to the work of my favourite people. At least i would say I appreciate the attempt of Burton, to make a gloomy "musicals" film about a serial killer and, I really love those gloomy Dickensian London scene. Fleet Street, I used to get my academic textbooks there, so bright so normal, it's hard to imagine its dark and mouldy past, err what? That city "is a hole in the world like a great black pit/ and it's filled with people who are filled with shit/ And the vermin of the world inhabit it"??? (I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap)


Razor-mirror, cracked mirror and "a pond of dirty water" mirror, that's too cliche to symbolise a mad man's vision (yeah I like to complain, cos I'm mad too)

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?

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.

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.

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