Ranting, ramblings I

What is the point of online diary? Does anyone write the most secret personal stuff like the real diary? Or they just put some fake information? Pages of bluff or lies? Probably just pages of ramblings. An internal urge just to satisfy yourself and no one else. Like Haruki Murakami once said, writing is like sweeping away the snow accumulated outside your door - an internal urge, to clear the thought. No need for any readers.

I told the screen that I knew you're the computer so I could write whatever I wanted and told you the truth. Truth is sometimes hard to find, evaded, hidden, confused, contaminated by so many people, but I found out a fact - dug out the truth today, like shelock holmes. They try to shift the blame on kittyshambles (for she is the speechless, defenceless long-gone history). Being the constantly insecure and diffident nobody, she even doubt herself and thought if she ever committed such mistake like they said. No no no. 26 Aug is what I need to know. Kittyshambles no need to worry. She knows the picture now. Those fuckers ....

Mellow swallow

Nobody knows if they are real russians or not. What do you feel if you have to sing in front of a bunch of gluttons, who probably do not understand/care what you are singing about? Behind those catchy traditional Russian folk songs, there is some kind of alienation. Mine or theirs? Pretty vacant, pretty strained.

Balalaika, Lan Kwai Fong

Digging treasure

The 77 demos are so good, they make my eyes wet, I want The Libertines back together!!!! No return to the good old days ...(sigh!)

Found out much live footage of The Strokes, I almost forgot how good The Strokes are used to be. Cute boys ^^, idiotic fangirl me.

Money to burn

I've got no money to burn baby
Why don't we just sit down and chat maybe
Need no substance to make me high
Need no make-up to glam me up
I'm broke but I'm chuffed (no, not really).


Broccoli with sole, Isola in Two International Finance Centre

Does it look delicious? It is indeed delicious. However, the price of the meal is not so "delicious". Blame it on my posh friends. With them, I feel like I am living in a different world, anyway, people are different, with different value judgment, and that's what makes the world go round. Stella Artois or that expensive Chardonnay? Stella of course!