Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.

Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me."


x--- it's going to be hard to say goodbye.

the usual suspect said::

i'm losing my marbles its marvellous

http://youtube.com/watch?v=uUkje1lw4cA

cant do the embedding thingy but go click click click!
the video is so awesome and fun.

sia - buttons

the usual suspect said::

hong kong pixellated


one of my favourite hk things, the trams aka ding ding cars



the usual suspect said::

*we could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in. and if you do not want to see me again i would understand.

i cut my hair in hongkong.
went straight for the bob.
it has been a 3 year long affair.
oh pun intended.
time to let go.

strangely enough, everytime i cut my hair in a drastic fashion, some things come to a grinding finale.
mutely. tragically. dramatically. deservedly.

prophetic maybe, strange definitely.

i constabtly air-finger the foreign space where my hair used to lay on.

my missing security blanket.
so alien, so unnatural, so missed.

but maybe, just maybe.
i do not need this security blanket afterall.

for now,

the lightness of being

is what i need to feel.



my selfish gene - catatonia

the usual suspect said::

Burn it down till the embers smoke on the ground
And start new when your heart is an empty room
With walls of the deepest blue

Home's face: how it ages when you're away
Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do
Cause the chase is all you know
And she stopped running months ago

And all you see
Is where else you could be
When you're at home
Out on the street
Are so many possibilities
To not be alone

The flames and smoke climbed out of every window
And disappeared with everything that you held dear
And you shed not a single tear for the things that you didn't need
'Cause you knew you were finally free

'Cause all you see is where else you could be when you're at home
Out on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone
And all you see is where else you could be
When you're at home
There on the street are so many possibilities to not be alone


your heart is an empty room - death cab

the usual suspect said::

今天我 寒夜裡看雪飄過
懷著冷卻了的心窩飄遠方
風雨裡追趕 霧裡分不清影蹤
天空海闊 你與我 可會變 (誰沒在變)

多少次 迎著冷眼與嘲笑
從沒有放棄過心中的理想
一剎那恍惚 若有所失的感覺
不知不覺已變淡 心裡愛 (誰明白我)

原諒我這一生不羈放縱愛自由
也會怕有一天會跌倒
背棄了理想 誰人都可以
那會怕有一天只你共我

仍然自由自我 永遠高唱我歌 走遍千里

it can be considered a pensive morning with the figurative cigarette in hand.
watching beyond viedoes on youtube from the laptop.
have not brushed my teeth yet of course.

beyond's hai kuo tian kong.
classic stuff.
my anthem of youth and wanderlust.

oh yes and hello from hong kong!
am lovin and livin it up in this city with the neon disease
life has been programmed at breakneck speed for most,
the half-tourist half student here watches from the sidelines.

i adore the schizo architecture of urban decay, skyscrapping marvels, chi chi vintage hole-in-walls, and the breath-taking view of mountains cloudy skies and the vast sea behind my tale curtain.

so far so good really
folks back home, do chill.
haven't lost my passport or blew all my money so far.
no need for tearful emergency calls. yet.
i have hidden my passport and money so secretively i kinda forgot where i left them

but that's another story for another time.



pensive de la mode;
back to what am i thinking this morning with the figurative cigerette.

freedom. dreams. failure. love. family. home. space. sacrifice.independence. companionship.

will someone walk through it all with me?
or do i need to walk alone?
will you be willing to wait sometimes?
is there time for waiting?
will you be gone when i come back?


its been 15 years since hk lost a defining rock figure who championed peace and most of all, freedom.

r.i.p ka kui.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTIOhj99oEk







the usual suspect said::

my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room.

the usual suspect said::

gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
//
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes

The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer

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• sab
• vic
• vern
• cole
• e*an
• isaac
• bryanboy
• thesuperficial
• thesartorialist
• perez hilton
• sea of shoes
• karlascloset
• anonymousworks/

is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
-queen

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