I don't care if Monday blue if Robert Smith is around

The Cure @ Asia-World Expo, Hong Kong 30.07.07

Still humming the songs of the cure!!!

Yeah! i've never expected i could have a chance to see their live, but I DID Have (see i'm still very high!). Was a bit late for the show (who would expect a show of a western band would begin at 8:15pm?) so when i entered the venue, Fascination Street was playing (oh no!!! Disintergration is my most favourite cure's album, can't forgive myself for missing any song of that album!!!) Used '7"99 sec to rush to the crowd, thought that i could enjoy the show then, but the security staff kept forbidding me from taking picture, phew!

I think the whole The Cure must be over 50 but they're still very much on top form, 3 hours non-stop played and sang (and didn't need to go to toilet though drinking beers continuously), some dickheads said they have passed their peak, missed a few beats, no keyboard caused fatality... fuck them! If they look for perfect tune then go home and listen to the albums instead. Don't ever go to see any live performance. I think their live was exciting and excellent, moments of flickering light with their music i really felt like i was under the influence of some chemical (or natural) substance, and that was great!


precious moment, intoxicated by music


all great band must be built on great friendship


oh what if i was really dizzy, i always saw robert smiled and looked at me sometimes

yes, let them know

This is the time when the decision is made
the truth shall be told
allegiance and betrayal
arrogance and egos
crashed and smashed
I wish
you will find someone better
I know
I deserve someone better

in oblivion, i walked to your door, everytime

Dirty Pretty Things @ Hackney Empire 14.07.07

a glimpse a click, i met carlos and his boys again. ask me why? i really have no idea. maybe i was stuck in the same cubicle for too long. maybe i was tired of waiting. should have scheduled the end of the year, but ... if not now, may even come to naught. for i am not able to have any future plan - for tomorrow, next month, not to say the year-end (and now i see my peter balloon flying away and disappear from my eyes).

victoria line was suspended, i had to walk from bethnal green to hackney, i supposed it's a short walk but it turned out to be endless. luckily the sky was still sunny at 9 pm. the venue got a very ridiculous massive name outside and to my relief, inside was not that rubbish. it's even sort of elegant!


see the stars above my head


and the stars shining ahead

numerous supporting acts, unimpressive except the fay wrays and lisa moorish, not that their music was better, just because of their connection that i would pay special attention to them. i never saw their live performance, both girls were a bit trying too hard... and hey, their sets were performed in the lower balcony, it's gimmicky but people at the upper balcony was actually impossible to see the performance, feel sorry for them.


families of the albioncrew

the intervals of canadian comedians were the most embarrassing performance i've ever seen, no one appreciated their jokes, they're horrible! (who brought them to the list?)

glasvegas .. they're alright for their music though a bit obsolete, all dpt fans tolerate them a bit though they're tolerable, but hope mcgee won't be so hard-sell anymore.

the paddingtons, the atmosphere turned better. people all rushed to the stage, yes, that's the beginning of the night.


so why so gay? no wonder he was chosen to help dpt

finally it's dirty pretty things, perhaps people had been waited for too long, we all jumped up and went crazy when chinese dog was played. carl looked quite wasted (because he would only make himself nice & pretty when peter was around). albeit my discontent about his look, that's the best dpt gig i've seen. it's the first time i saw carl really enjoy his time on stage since the libertines. no more painful or frustrated look (yes, i do think he looked grave and painful in the early stage of dpt), i even think he smiled a lot. all songs were played with extreme speed (that's the reason why he looked so wasted after a line of...) again, he used a strip to hide his libertine tatoo, i don't want to find out the reason behind. then came the special guest adam green (yeah!), he's so funny, said the next song was who's got the crack, of course those on stage wouldn't listen to him. the show ended with the ritual i get along, with tom paddingtons and the glasvegas together (and carl took off his clothes, that's the WHOLE point for i get along!!) a complete and satisfactory night!

not quite, once it's finished, i left to catch the night bus (hey it's hackney, don't stay too late), but oh no, i hate myself, i hate to find out later that there was an aftershow in the street, i should have stayed for a while, wandered aimlessly in the street, eyes staring to any door/windows to backstage, i should have re-lived my idiotic fangirl days.


carl, please change your hair style


adam, stan and carl

What makes a man a man

Marc Almond @ Shepherds Bush Empire 9 July 2007

Many years ago, one of my relatives has expressed her deepest concern for my appreciation of men who wear make-up or men who were very camp. This was the comment after she watched the MV A Lover Spurned of Marc Almond and i said how a fan i was. Of course she knew my appreciation of bowie, robert smith, moz and brett anderson, all were not very normal in the eyes of the locals. My taste has not changed much but I did not keep loyalty to Mr Almond for all these years. Mother Fist was excellent but later Fantastic Star - not like it, Tenement Symphony - a bit overrated, Open All Night and Stranger Things - even haven't got them (i know i should). My favourites remain to the age-old The Star We Are and Absinthe. The new album Stardom Road - very 70's and 80's cabaret-feel, old-fashioned and camp, no surprise Mr Almond wins my heart again.

The very night was Mr Almond's 50th birthday so the atmosphere was a bit sentimental, flowers and birthday song from the crowd, all made our lady shed a few tears, he even went to cry when talked about gene pitney. Heavy make-up with a tiny belly, he was right, he 'give you all a boy could give you' - how time flies, how cruel time is. Opened by Stardom Road, we then also went through each period of the stardom road of Mr Almond, Tears Run Rings, Jackie, The Days Of Pearly Spencer, What Makes A Man A Man, Heart On Snow and ended with the karaoke of Tainted Love and Say Hello And Wave Goodbye. A glorious return.


things became sentimental

I don't need a reason (cos' I have none)

A nice surprise to see The Ambassadors in Berwick Street

To breathe, relax, see gigs ... bunch of reasons that i can say but actually i don't need. This is purely impulsive, no thought and no plan. Probably in one of those long and boring office days (which makes people quite insane) with a single click of internet. My financial state remains in dire straits and may even jeopardise the plan in the year end. don't know/care.

This mirth is intolerable, but it is useless to resist. The demon has invaded you.


Climb to the top of Sacre Coeur - a bit challenging

keeping away the blue you know how hard i am trying

been a busy bee whole day. no time or mood for words playing.
i'm sailing away today.

this is rather depressing

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings
Open then shut, then slammed in our face

should be a good read if i can decipher the handwriting

shut your month and bend down low, story of french dog


long live the french dog!


"reverie" of prison


oh how sweet, though pretend to be indifferent

just what his mentor said in myspace

they will definitely reunion (n-times) again in Glastonbury
I hate myself and i want to fly.

why are you everywhere

i was doing my daily routine during the lunch hour, flicking through some travel guides in a bookshop, it was like if i was physically fixed to a place, my eyes and mind would still fly over to the moon (a temporary pain killer, sadly). i don't want to sound like an obsessive creep who thinks about and talks about someone something 24/7 but my pupils became wide and my heart pounced and screaming "what the heck" when i saw the sentence about pd's performance of heroin act, wee bit mentioning of rhythm factory, come on, i was reading lonely planet. onipresent my dear. before they turn each other on, they already turn the world on.

wish him a bit slimer

the geminis i know are mostly cunning, or you may say they're clever, strongly adaptable, conceited, normally i never have much liking to them, but then, i never say never say never again.
Bon anniversaire monsieur barat.
by the way, cunning means sly or, attractive.

Thought for today

O, woe is me
To have seen what I have seen
see what I see

quick note of my thought

Ex-Big Sister treated us small potatos and those no-longer-small-potatos for a dinner. It's always a pleasure to have dinner with the old folks. ex-big sis was as cool as usual, very workaholic and fastidious (still), that's why she's so successful in career, i was never directly under her so i was not as close to her like some of my other ex-colleagues. worse, i was incompetent in her eyes (well this is a fact) cos' i was always so careless and procrastinating. but i think if i was not her colleague, i may be a friend of her cos' i found she was an interesting person and very pleasant (a good boss indeed and it's very rare for a female). other old folks - well, they looked great, achieved much in terms of family life and career, good! me - still under-acheive in all terms, well, fate is decided by character, so i can never change. hmm, i think every child must have dreamt that they would be somebody one day, be a scientist, astronomer, or earn lots of money in whatsoever career ... yes, all i just said was what i thought when i was a child. dream crushed and reality bites. my childhood self must felt so disappointed had she known her future self.

present job is disgusting if not pathetic, women in office always piss me off. been gather together to "discuss" why did i become so fat recently, why did i have so many ances recently, advice and teasing, it's hard to tell.

decision can be quick, just a glimpse, just a click, i need a break.

the readers are even more useless

So it is not as if you are being ripped off. It is only if you are willing to be ripped off.
no matter just a small sticker or a so-called blood painting (in fact just a piece of low-quality paper with a bloody painting), i fall for it everytime. spent 5 minutes to complete an issue, just wasted $45 again.

feeling pissed

it sucks as usual
but i sometimes forgot
parasite and paralysis
i cant tell the difference
wish could be sham and lame want to throw up i'm turning to be a toad don't want to be but i will




i, either/or:
problem in soul/
too arrogant/

misanthropic

yeah yeah yeahs

Oh Brett will come to Hong Kong!
Mark the date:

Tues 14th August Convention Centre, Hong Kong

mirror mirror on the wall ...

passed by the park/zoo behind my office, i caught an uncanny reflection -

hey, is that me in the office?


trapped inside, bored to death

don't laugh, you look the same.



So I roar
and I groan
no one hear
and no one hurt

It's cruel to be told to the face

That is what I call "clairvoyant". How does it know?

I was so slow to the whole You Tube things. If it was not my boss who forced me to make an account (to find out if there is any unauthorised use of music, phew), i won't own one, and of course now i have to hide myself from all the colleagues.

sometimes i need hideous tricks on the brain

When I feel myself too miserable or pathetic, but I still cling to this mere existence, I have to find a way, find a way ... (to where)

I expect my whole life will be spent under strong sedation.




Today I found a way, I found Moz. That is so hilarious. No wonder he's my demi-god. Moz with Marr ... yes, another break-up couple we don't want to believe.

Not waving but drowning

this city is so keen to progress
all trace of its past has to be eliminated
or at least for those days under the union jack
deconstruct and rearrange


Borrowed time, borrowed pier - Queen's Pier


Close down. Full stop. End of.