Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Thank you for the music, for giving it to me.

The end of year is approaching. Instead of having some new year resolutions, I've decided to look further.
And it's time to reveal my new life ambition (wow).
Take a deep breath and ready for a big LOL.

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If everything goes as planned (which is not quite possible for a person like me, but let's just think it this way), I will become a journalist.
Some of you may know that I insist on doing journalism only in Hong Kong because I wanted to write in Chinese.
For some certain reasons (and I ain't telling what they are), this statement is not valid anymore.

And this brings us to...(drumroll)

This.

I've compiled in my mind a list of cities from all over the world.
My plan is to live in every one of them for at least a year in the future.

The list is certainly not complete yet, but there are at least three confirmed cities.
And that definitely includes the place where things were left unfinished.

That should not be a big problem. Because I - am - a - journalist.

Now this is life. What up?

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You may say I'm daydreaming.
OF COURSE I AM! Just look at the title of this blog.

But who knows? Maybe someday I'll be really doing this.
Having such kind of fond fantasy is certainly a motivation for me to work harder.

I have a dream. Do you?

When your year started with music around, it surely wouldn't go too wrong at the end.
It was cold, but I felt the warmth.
Just nice.

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呢兩日睇王迪詩啲文章,哎呀,其實中文用得好嘅話真係幾好。

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Friday, December 10, 2010

亂中有序

飛到這兒來
飛到那裡去

某一段時空的影像毫無先兆的重播
玻璃樽碎片摔破一地
寒風在微笑
太陽在怒吼
陰天撐傘擋白雲

電話響起了
喂喂喂喂喂喂喂
沒有
沒有

翻天覆地
亂糟糟
五顏六色
不像樣

進不了
退不了
停不了
爆炸

月亮被河水沖到大海去
微波爐一下把它叮熟了

明晚陽光普照
跟北極熊說聲再見
看蝴蝶在水中暢泳


二零零七年十一月十一日
英國樸茨茅斯

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Friday, December 03, 2010

_ring _ack my _onnie to me, to me

Why is my life revolving around all these meaningless stuffs?

THERE - IS - SNOW - OUT - THERE - IDIOTS!
(In your dream)

I thought I was going to give everything up again while writing the essay the night before.
"I am not going to reach that. I am not going to reach that."
The sound just wouldn't let me go.

Somehow I managed to get through - for this time.
But you only need one and only one spark to go completely collapsed.

It will come back and haunt me again, and again, and again.
Until the day one of us defeats the other.

Where is your dignity?

It's no big deal, and it's perfectly okay to feel bad.

Nice. I hate you.

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