A hundred books and nothing right
Fighting a flight of thousand pages,
for a harmless story that tells her time
All she got was a smell of rotten history
In the struggle for space on an empty train
(on Narita Express, 28/05/2007 @9am)
Wearing our Sunday best on a Monday 
Our first take in 3 years! 
A typical weeknight dinner at Albert's. He (and son Oli) make the best steak ever.
This is the first free weekend in 3 months. It's been an awful mental-taxing 3. Although my mind is clearer after Tokyo, I intend to prolong my self-indulging acts a little bit more, just to be sure that I'm back on track.
Indulgence first:
Day dream of Tokyo Top Secret.
Indulgence second:
J-Pop and Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
Urban Creatures resin creation
Indulgence third:
The search for Michael Lau
Indulgence forth:
Jane Birkin and Paolo Nutini
A cosmic exchange with my other twin in Shanghai
Indulgence five:
Movie marathon with buddy Gavin Lee. This trip is worth the mention because I've abstained from these 2 directors for a year and half. Oddly, they intimidate me. To watch their films in one night is awkward, but I enjoyed the surreality. I feel light like an after-joint high.
9.30pm: I hesitated at first because it's Michel Gondry. Eternal Sunshine left me with few nights of unimaginable sleep. I took 6 attempts and 2 years to finish the entire film because my little mind refuse to accept the story. However, Science of Sleep is a pleasant surprise. I wish I have the wit to write scripts like this. My favourite line is "Distraction is the construction of destruction". Stephane reminds me of Toru Watanabe, Haruki Murakami's character in Norwegian Woods (I don't know why since they have nothing in common) Overall, it's good because I have't have a hearty laugh since ...? 
1.00am: I Don't Want to Sleep Alone. I like the romantic notion of watching a Tsai Ming Liang film at 1am with no expectation. This piece is one of the more "entertaining" piece, compared to the river and the time. Maybe it's the big screen - nothing beats the art on a big screen. His composition is apt, his characters ruthless and the choice of songs...wow. My favourite scene is below. I wish that I'm on it too, floating away on the mattress with them. 
Do you think directors set expectations on their audience? I'm sure they want more than just 'wow'.
Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way
to pass the day, The sun went down without me, Suddenly someone else has touched my shadow, He said: Hello
Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way
he tried to say, What did you do without me, Why are you crying alone on your shadow He said: I know
Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way to pass the day, The sun went down without you, Falling me in his arms I become his shadow, He said: Let's go
Yesterday yes a day like any day, Alone again for every day, Seemed the same sad way, To pass the day, Living my life without him, Don't let him go away he's found my shadow, Don't let him go
Yesterday yes a day, but today, No I don't care if others say, It's the same sad way to pass the day, Cause they all live without it, Without making love in the shadows,
Today I know.
Just to mark himself as the man of his words, Uncle Real quickly whipped this up for me, a promise after a super buzy week and constant pouting irritation.
This is my fave character of the lot, partly due to watching Uncle Real toying it in process and my insignificant contribution to the extra long sleeves, my all time pet peeves.
I shall call him Mr Lame. Mr Lame wasn't born for me. It's an original character for Point Blanc's new album, coming out this June. Look out for it.
For more of UR, look right side under My World.
If you ask me what to say, I really don’t know.
If you ask me what I want, will be better that you tell me so
If you ask me what’s tomorrow, I’ll tell you to look at the sky
If you ask me anymore, what else can I do but to play dead on the floor.
I’m starting to get tired of my business and the business of being around people.
It is weary but inevitable.
Recently, I make a point to record new things that I learnt. For first quarter, it is about communication.
Communications. Communications?
Haven’t I been doing that in the last 30 years in life?
Yes and no. It is nothing new but today, it feels brand new.
I realize people just can’t stop talking, and I am no exception to this vanity. Opinions, comments, judgements and the ever popular temprement of rants. For ad people, it’s three notches louder. There is so much going on and if you are curious to feel what it’s like, keep still for 10 seconds. That noise will turn into a buzz and that buzz is just like that split second before you puke. Always, almost at the verge of this unspeakable act, my regular thought bubble will save the day.
Sitted on a museum bench in the middle of an empty room, looking at a huge piece of Jackson Pollock.
That’s real. It is therepeutic, it is gentle.
This exchange is communication.
My last post was March 29.
Today, I made 4 attempts before a successful log in and I have already forgotten how to upload pixes and create links. What a memory of a cow!
It's only been a month and I've forgot it all.
And suddenly, it hits me...am I living in a generation of passwords and usernames! I have at least 15 passwords to enter different worlds - from my bank account to the office printer. What more than my regular diary?
How can a scatter brain like me survive?
Aiyo.
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