it’s the disease that we crave

(draw from here)

Almost 2 months having my office life again, though it is only temporarily. At first I tried to adapt and I thought it was not so bad comparing with the past, at least it seems closer to what I am interested in. But my consistency is not consistent at all, it just goes all the way down like a waterfall, maybe i should just blame the weather. How can one balance the work life and personal life without having effects on each others? I am always trying to work out an solution but it seems there is no way out, dragging  a tired body home and lying on sofa watching terrible soap operas (But it is not as terrible as the reflection of your own image on your brain). Maybe I should just accept it all, that we born this way, live this way. (well, that’s enough, go doing something I want and stop complaining!)

The artist

Before watching I only know it is a B&W film with many awards and nominations, but I didn’t look into the review about how good it is, so I didn’t know the fact that it is a silent movie. I did held up expectation and it didn’t disappoint me, I guess it is the small elements in the film that touched me, it is so universal that anyone would get it, and that’s exactly the way B&W silent films brought us. They don’t have to be a sad film to drive you crying, on the contrary, it might be the sweetness and tenderness that made you shed your tears. It is not only about nostalgia for the lost era, but also the embrace of future, i guess.

Thanks S for bringing me to the private screening; there are so many films that I want to watch in the coming months!

sketch of 2011

i want to say 2011 was a shit year, but then there were some special moments and occasions that i shall remember forever. so just let the sweetness come to my mind whenever i’m sad, let the sadness teach  me lessons i’ve never learnt, for the rest they would be cemented with their times.

let’s welcome the end of the world, i foresee adventures.

 

Found Poetry

some books were abandoned by my sister inside the bookshelves, i didn’t feel interested in reading some of them, but i don’t want to throw them away. i guess the best way is to give them to the needed ones, but it’s not so easy to find them. so another way is to recycle the books as my crafting supply, i think this could bring them back to live in another way.

there is such thing called “artist trading cards” (ATC). from one of my favourite forums, they are trading these little cards with different themes, and the one i joined was “found poetry”. it requires you to take out words from a page and form a poem, yet i cheated and took out words and sentences from different pages, i hope they don’t mind.

we’ll sail this ship together

few years ago i watched an episode of 小丸子 on tv that impressed me so much. it came as no surprise when you look at the above captured picture. the story is about the two classmates called 大野 and 杉山, they are very good friends and their dream is to sail around the world. they explicitly express their love, oh i should say friendship, in the class. Unfortunately one of them has to move to Tokyo with family, and they have to part from each others.

oh what became of the dreams we had???

i just discovered that this episode is actually taken from an OVA or that sort of special film from 1990! the whole story is focused on the two of them and lasts for about 90mins. it’s a disaster to watch in mandarin dubbed (just not familiar with the voices), but if you don’t mind, here you go. and i shall see if there is any dvd of the cantonese dubbed version!

go to the shore and pray for the sea

last weekend i went to the newly opened Hunghom Promenade with my mom, the weather was good enough only the haze was there covering us.

another tag

masking tapes addict production.

 

These are the good old days

i believe in love.
由另一位先生唱出來，也是很感人的。縱使沒人能代替任何人。

昨天晚上回家，睡在床上輾轉反側，一直想著從前的一場一場表演，不同的場地因一次的預知邂逅而深深印於腦海，咖啡館的深紅色沙發，襯著木製的桌子，背後玻璃窗透露著繁華街道上巴士不斷走過，街燈亮起那是下班的時間，而我們將與他跟音樂為伍，與世隔絕。那些細小局促的場地總伴隨最多的回憶，有一次他帶領我們到月球，也有一次距離近得如朋友聚會，還有一次我們坐在地上，聽他說著歌中的故事，他問到：如果可以從頭來過。於是我又想起另一位先生，那時候他們在那所小房子、小酒館演唱著，當時在場的人，大概明白那狹小空間所帶給他們的隱密的意義，而那些人他們現在怎麼了？

我慶幸我昨天在場，成長中總會把很多曾珍而重之的東西拋棄，或多或少，可以沒有原因。我知道那些日子永遠不會回來，縱然昨晚確如從前那些晚上般，充滿了歡笑、熱情和淚水。也竟讓我想起了他方，那若隱若現的霧都。我沒法把這些時空停留，無論多少憑據，我只能任由它們在我腦海中隨處晃蕩，或者在某些時刻，我會想起來，連同我那些老舊的回憶，而那裡除了他與音樂之外，還有陪伴在旁的人。

Jun Kung live at Penthouse Sky Lounge, 1 Sept 11

connecting us by the greed of shadow

sending postcard

been addicted to sending postcards to strangers through postcrossing.  instead of sending those boring hk sceneries, i made some postcards by stamps and stickers.

i read somewhere that no matter it is well-written or not, it is better than not sending out (the letter).  i couldn’t agree more, same applies to postcard.