又一年。
二十六這個年齡的女性，原來已經學會三思，雖然那份衝動還在心底。
又原來雖成年已久，看著身邊的廿一、二歲會稱他們為小孩，但其實自己亦沒大分別，只是經驗較多而已。
今年生日有男友疼惜，朋友寵愛，實在已經太幸福了。
今後希望自己仍然珍惜所有，不要錯過身邊的人。
5.27.2013
12.01.2012
學會放下
我要一片屬於我的天空, 是與非不關我事, 好與壞由我決定.
我要一片屬於我的大地, 身邊周圍只有歡笑只有愛,不快事情用笑聲掩蓋化解.
我要一個屬於我的家, 愛玩的爸勤努的媽傻傻的弟,無可替代.
我要一份屬於我的愛, 我們的喜我們的悲就我們明白便可以了.
我要一片屬於我的大地, 身邊周圍只有歡笑只有愛,不快事情用笑聲掩蓋化解.
我要一個屬於我的家, 愛玩的爸勤努的媽傻傻的弟,無可替代.
我要一份屬於我的愛, 我們的喜我們的悲就我們明白便可以了.
9.09.2012
Mao Again.
I was from Hong Kong and have moved overseas since High School. However, Hong Kong remained the place to be within Asia until I came home to stay for over half a year recently. We have always prided ourselves in manners, freedom of speech and ability to self govern among other things. However, It is disappointing that my experience after living in Hong Kong again for half a year left me thinking how the atmosphere has changed, for the worse. A few of my friends who recently returned to Hong Kong for a trip would have shared my complaints about being pushed, seeing people picking a fight early in the morning on a train, etc. On a higher level, the Chinese government has demonstrated its pose against freedom and democracy repeatedly among the International community.
If the values that Chinese government is attempting to promote in Hong Kong do not compromise on fairness and justice, freedom of speech and independent thinking, surely we would not have taken such a strong stance against their proposed plan. Unfortunately all I have is fears if I was ever forced to take on those lessons. Alas, can we be assured that history would be taught in such a way that children can develop their own opinions against what had happened?
9.22.2011
第一次看張愛玲
張愛玲，名震中港，女性讀者任誰沒聽過這浪漫作家？我偏是那種不愛跟風，凡事比人快，否則就是眾人忘了我才做的人。耍性格？不，主要是懶。但是張小姐的美名都傳到外地去，不懂中文的友人都問起她來，是時候要讀了。午飯時間沒人陪，就在網上找到了名作“紅玫瑰與白玫瑰”。文果然名不虛傳，我一個小時把它讀完，感覺好像香濃的咖啡進了口，苦苦的；喝完後又有那千絲萬縷依依不捨的甘。
這兩年愛情運沒有，常常獨自在家，身不由己地迷上了日本動畫和劇集。日本的愛情小品通常輕鬆愉快，主角的愛笑中有淚，但永遠都是美好的結局。看得我又笑又哭，還好家中沒人，不然都給我嚇壞，把我送青山去了。看日劇把我的心暫時性地填滿，看完了還可回味一番。
但張小姐的文有點過去二十世紀的味道，把殘酷的現實用淒慘的情感娓娓道來。用讀完了心會空洞的結局來細說中國人的感情思想。紅玫瑰白玫瑰男主角，都是情感豐富，愛到不能自拔，後來又突然覺得不能逃避社會目光，黯然向現實低頭的人。雖然如此，她寫的又是這現代社會很多家庭的真面目。或者該說，歷史世世代代都有著這種苦家庭。以前是社會逼得要低頭；現在有了自由，人們又固步自封，總愛自己找苦。
想我曾經也是別人的紅玫瑰，不過時間經歷讓這玫瑰凋謝。也許將來我會是一朵白中帶紅的新玫瑰。
[Translation] Meeting Eileen Cheung
Ms. Eileen Cheung, although a famous writer whose name is known to all female readers of China and Hong Kong, I never read her publications. It is certainly not some attitude I put on to differentiate myself, it is pure laziness that I have yet to open her books. Now that even my friend from overseas spoke of her, it is indeed time to open one. I haven't brought the English version with me today, so I found the original Chinese publication of Red Rose, White Rose online and started reading over my lunch break at work. The overall experience was like enjoying a good quality coffee: the little sips tasted bitter, but the long lasting after taste tingled around your tongue.
I did not have much luck with romance over the past two years which led to my over-consumption of Japanese animes and dramas. Japanese love stories are often light and fun with a good deal of both laughters and tears and a happy ending*. As you can imagine I cried and laughed through the episodes. Fortunately I live alone or my family would have been so frightened by me that I would probably be sent to the psychiatrist. At the end of each series I was always very content and would be indulged in thoughts for days after.
On the other hand, Red Rose, White Rose resembles literatural writings from the early 20th century, where pessimistic authors tend to develop their characters and stories through daily settings thus reflecting their thoughts and criticism towards the Chinese society. The main character in this story found his lover irresistible and fell madly in love, but he admitted defeat to reality (or himself) when he failed to deal with the fact that he had breached the society's moral standards. Although Cheung's writing is similiar to earlier writings in style, the story itself also describes the reality of families in our society. In fact, there are always unhappy families through history. Once upon a time it was the unforgiving social standards that restricted people's freedom, now it is our lack of courage.
I was once a red rose though no longer. Perhaps one day I would be a white rose but with a tint of red.
*Back in the days I was under the impression that Japanese stories are sad and a happy ending is unusual, at least one of the characters would pass away in sickness or leave to other countries. These two years Japanese dramas are often based on manga stories as well which means that there are a lot more silly romantic movies with happy endings.
這兩年愛情運沒有，常常獨自在家，身不由己地迷上了日本動畫和劇集。日本的愛情小品通常輕鬆愉快，主角的愛笑中有淚，但永遠都是美好的結局。看得我又笑又哭，還好家中沒人，不然都給我嚇壞，把我送青山去了。看日劇把我的心暫時性地填滿，看完了還可回味一番。
但張小姐的文有點過去二十世紀的味道，把殘酷的現實用淒慘的情感娓娓道來。用讀完了心會空洞的結局來細說中國人的感情思想。紅玫瑰白玫瑰男主角，都是情感豐富，愛到不能自拔，後來又突然覺得不能逃避社會目光，黯然向現實低頭的人。雖然如此，她寫的又是這現代社會很多家庭的真面目。或者該說，歷史世世代代都有著這種苦家庭。以前是社會逼得要低頭；現在有了自由，人們又固步自封，總愛自己找苦。
想我曾經也是別人的紅玫瑰，不過時間經歷讓這玫瑰凋謝。也許將來我會是一朵白中帶紅的新玫瑰。
[Translation] Meeting Eileen Cheung
Ms. Eileen Cheung, although a famous writer whose name is known to all female readers of China and Hong Kong, I never read her publications. It is certainly not some attitude I put on to differentiate myself, it is pure laziness that I have yet to open her books. Now that even my friend from overseas spoke of her, it is indeed time to open one. I haven't brought the English version with me today, so I found the original Chinese publication of Red Rose, White Rose online and started reading over my lunch break at work. The overall experience was like enjoying a good quality coffee: the little sips tasted bitter, but the long lasting after taste tingled around your tongue.
I did not have much luck with romance over the past two years which led to my over-consumption of Japanese animes and dramas. Japanese love stories are often light and fun with a good deal of both laughters and tears and a happy ending*. As you can imagine I cried and laughed through the episodes. Fortunately I live alone or my family would have been so frightened by me that I would probably be sent to the psychiatrist. At the end of each series I was always very content and would be indulged in thoughts for days after.
On the other hand, Red Rose, White Rose resembles literatural writings from the early 20th century, where pessimistic authors tend to develop their characters and stories through daily settings thus reflecting their thoughts and criticism towards the Chinese society. The main character in this story found his lover irresistible and fell madly in love, but he admitted defeat to reality (or himself) when he failed to deal with the fact that he had breached the society's moral standards. Although Cheung's writing is similiar to earlier writings in style, the story itself also describes the reality of families in our society. In fact, there are always unhappy families through history. Once upon a time it was the unforgiving social standards that restricted people's freedom, now it is our lack of courage.
I was once a red rose though no longer. Perhaps one day I would be a white rose but with a tint of red.
*Back in the days I was under the impression that Japanese stories are sad and a happy ending is unusual, at least one of the characters would pass away in sickness or leave to other countries. These two years Japanese dramas are often based on manga stories as well which means that there are a lot more silly romantic movies with happy endings.
9.07.2011
Lost
12th January 2011
Medium: Colour pencils, ink pen
Light there is behind the door, but where?
Something I seem to hold dearly, but what?
In the dark I am, but hope you give. Patience a must, curiosity behold.
Medium: Colour pencils, ink pen
Light there is behind the door, but where?
Something I seem to hold dearly, but what?
In the dark I am, but hope you give. Patience a must, curiosity behold.
9.06.2011
My Backsheet Boys
Listening: Quit Playing Games
I feel as though I am sipping some light wine sitting at the window looking at the silent rain, letting memories overflow every sensation.
If you would allow me to be cliche.
Time flies. Funny how I am merely in my early twenties.Yet looking back a decade old memories is like looking back on a long winded road.
Time changes. Friendships are terminated, reformed, reborn and new ones established.
And time, keeps its pace forward.
Still shaking that wine glass...I am glad to be who I am now, and my past is what defines me. My experience, pain and tears shaped my behaviour. Despite all those changes I would like to say that I am still the same old with a bit of a twist, hmm, yes just like that the rasberry and hint of vodka in that orange juice. Should I go and get a glass of Sunrise Vodka instead? There were friends who witness my growing up, and this time not so cliche, some left me one after another. During the time of my rebellion, I was significantly untruthful to myself. Or perhaps I wasn't being untruthful, it was merely the adventurous side experiencing with different things.
Listening: Shape of my Heart
Though there are some who remained and better friendships were reestablished. People who I could be real to. People who I could show the shape of my heart to. I am thankful to have friends who stood by me through my storms. Am I starting to fall asleep?
I feel as though I am sipping some light wine sitting at the window looking at the silent rain, letting memories overflow every sensation.
If you would allow me to be cliche.
Time flies. Funny how I am merely in my early twenties.Yet looking back a decade old memories is like looking back on a long winded road.
Time changes. Friendships are terminated, reformed, reborn and new ones established.
And time, keeps its pace forward.
Still shaking that wine glass...I am glad to be who I am now, and my past is what defines me. My experience, pain and tears shaped my behaviour. Despite all those changes I would like to say that I am still the same old with a bit of a twist, hmm, yes just like that the rasberry and hint of vodka in that orange juice. Should I go and get a glass of Sunrise Vodka instead? There were friends who witness my growing up, and this time not so cliche, some left me one after another. During the time of my rebellion, I was significantly untruthful to myself. Or perhaps I wasn't being untruthful, it was merely the adventurous side experiencing with different things.
Listening: Shape of my Heart
Though there are some who remained and better friendships were reestablished. People who I could be real to. People who I could show the shape of my heart to. I am thankful to have friends who stood by me through my storms. Am I starting to fall asleep?
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