Dilemma
I want tranquillity, I want human touch. I want simplicity, I want flamboyance. I want to read, I want fun. I want to be different, I want to stay on the track. I want solitude, I want popularity. I want independence, I want love. I want Sunday to come, I want Sunday to go. I … Read more
Greed
When P first made me watch Se7en I so wanted to shrug away. The cruelness made me breathless. The easiness and possibility of their existence between us are terrifying. After the blood and cropped lumps, I wondered, are they THAT deadly?! But I wish the answer is yes. Remember once a taxi man said, Chinese … Read more
Everyone Loves You When You’re Down
Everyone Loves You When You’re Down Hide advert It’s been five years since I first heard this song. I meant it when I tried to console one with it. I still believe that everyone loves you, not necessarily when you’re down. I love Naomi. Always. And I love you all. Goodnight and Enjoy.
Okay so now I can’t sleep.
I’m sure a part of my head is reluctant to sleep in fact. The six hours that we call midnight is when the door is open to the old times. I may not want the synthesis of gold school songs and sunlight. As though the darkness behind the curtain invites nostalgia into the space. Roots … Read more
Utopia
I love/hate Colonialism. Don’t tell me you feel differently. The time when Great Britain ruled all and eventually condemned Japan for conspiring to do the same. They made foreign lands theirs. Australia, Asia, Africa were all there for this ‘blessed’ and ‘privileged’ clan. But the benefits brought by it were there in Hong Kong, making … Read more
Sunday’s Reader: Ming Magazine
Between English and Simplified Chinese is where I live. For the sake of my job I have to keep myself exposed to the English colony whilst the massive picture of quality Mainland Chinese magazines tempts me back to my origin. This Sunday as usual I had a serious ritual with my morning Caffe Misto @ … Read more
At the turn of Tuesday afternoon
Headache took me away from the office, I’m here sticking to my new, big desk. The dark oak reminds me of Kodi and my little room. The two little desks leaning against each other were two different worlds. Our own little world. Kodi’s desk was always tidy, mine traumatic. I didn’t notice it told who … Read more
June 4.
Photograph by Mase Papers worldwide were talking about it. They talked pride, democracy, political persistency. The young talked about aspiration, social involvement, the power of masses, etc. We were there. We saw nothing but the basic form of humanity – interaction and warmth.
