that's also my attitude...

is all about freedom
freedom of movement
freedom of mixing fabric
freedom of colour
freedom of being whoever you want to be
a flower girl..a career woman.

---- diane von furstenberg

... towards fashion.

photoshop

(image source: pixdaus)
by real.

讀書

我在看一本艱澀的書：
每看五行打呵欠閱三頁就想睡
才剛寫下微批就已在呼嚕呼嚕的
只怕完成之日實是個了無期。

如果‧可以

我想好好坐下來，欣賞秋意。或是桌子上放著一杯咖啡，看行人百態，然後寫一首孤獨的詩。如此簡單，我便滿足。那些爭吵的，就只要晚上禱告，祈求賜與他們擁有一顆寬容的心便成了事。多好。

可那是明年三月的事。

廣東話初班

I am Yellow Pig from Michele C. S. on Vimeo.


I am a Panda from Michele C. S. on Vimeo.


I am Ferrero Rocher from Michele C. S. on Vimeo.


I am Kinder Bueno from Michele C. S. on Vimeo.

及時行樂

我們打羽毛球乒乓球跳大繩就只差著沒有紅綠燈，工廠大廈的升降機口成了我們的遊樂場。阿成也陪著我們發瘋，閒時走出來舉辦比賽，好像誰都沒心思工作。只有雅小姐是認真了點，把比賽當作是溫布敦。好多個黃昏我們就是這樣過。

That's why I fainted on Sunday

Sometimes I really want my blog could be a bit more xanga-style, i.e. just bubbling the normal daily life, with photos and descriptions. That's all - without any articulation of grammar or wording (or thinking). But every times when I am trying to type something, I stop. I think probably is the language stops me. When I am writing in Chinese, I just can't help to articulate it for hours. I agree that different language could lead you to different thinking, like Irish play writer Beckett using French to write his plays. Writing in English could definitely free my obsessive- boring-poetic-style. Here we go:-

We woke up early just for this charity thing. HK$6000 for a team is not cheap. The funniest thing is none of us know what this money will be used for. But hey, they are Salvation Army, not the Chinese Government.






















our route:
start point > 2>3>4>5>6>13>14>11>16>15>1> macau tower

and yes, it is such a new adventure in my life, very "Amazing-Race". In the end, we still dunno whether we could get a taxi or not for the game, though we jumped on one from the starting point to check point no.2.























For me, this entry is very experimental. I am so not used to write what i think directly in my head, and using pictures that is soo "snap-shot". But anyway, who cares? is still just bubbling.

2

(photo: 2006 in venice)

2 Years

2 People

2 Be

and he said he is a poet now

又是九月

從那個機場到那個機場，
再到這個機場，都是關於分離。
我們笑我們哭我們擁抱我們拍照我們在聊著無聊的話題，
就只是想逃避那即將逝去的擁有，
猶如四年前的九月。
是的，那個九月，在這裡
我以為時光倒流。
媽媽在哭泣我的眼睛紅紅的，
爸爸走在前我看不到他的臉。
只知道澔林走進關閘的那一刻，我想，
明年我們再擁抱，好不好？

燒豬上香

那女人打開保時捷的車門徐徐下來，風情萬種。Chanel的墨鏡掛在臉上比她的臉蛋兒還要大，緊身小背心還有閃亮珠片。看似她的女兒，身高氣質都是一個模。A催促我快過去打招呼，我說李太你好。李太跟我握手客氣的說辛苦你們了，然轉個頭她已忘了我是誰。濃妝艷服，卻是風韻猶存，像那些跳拉丁舞的女郎。站在旁邊我默默想念《家好月圓》的米雪。

切燒豬上香時李生還沒到，只好阿城和其他董事主持。說了些大吉大利的話拜拜神明，中國人嘛，儀式裡總不會缺錢和食物。至於拜的是哪個神，我想沒什麼人真的攪清楚，反正就只求工人心裡平安。

其實我很喜歡儀式，就好像真正的說：嗯，開始囉！