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ipod run

first run with the ipod Nike +, pretty fun stuffs

My playlist :

1) Night train by Guns n roses (from their best album appetite for destruction!)

Loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time tonight
what's a better way to start your night time training with Slash pumping you up with his machine gun guitar solo? I am on a night train!

2) I'd rather dance with you (Kings of Convenience)

I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you

Just run, i cant hear you and you cant hear me. every time this song reminds me of this video , and i just keep shaking my hips and jogging along the road (by the time this song plays i would be almost at the pier)

3)人車誌 (eason chan)

都市黑了　我在馬路發光

I'd be at the path next to the hotel where i'd run along the Victoria harbour with a spectacular night view.面龐上的那陣風 ooo ooo ooo,  感覺爽快,決定笑著凍僵~

4) Eyes of the tiger (dunno who sings this but meh, who cares, it's rocky)

Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

come on, no trainning sessions can be completed without THE rocky song. by the time this songs play i'd be en route back around the pier. sometimes i really feel like throwing out some quick jabs to the dogs and their owner when they stare at me. DUM, Dum dum dum, Dum dum dum, Dum dum dum.... (oh BTW you see that curve on the top my speed is constantly decreasing :( but when this song plays i actually step up a little!)

5) Shove this JAY OH BEE (by canibus and the biz, know this song by the movie Office space, a real classic)

If you boss is a Es-Oh-Bee, tell him to Es-atch-Oh-Vee- the Jay-Oh Bee!

Last song so i'm almost at the finishing line. Ending my run with a bit of reggae, slowing it down and catching my breath a little. This songs just fits perfectly in my running play list, because i just know so well when i get home, the next thing (after shower ofcoz) is waking up in the morning and face my Jab Oh Bee! Oh well at least I can avoid all the rush hours because my new new job starts at 10:30 :p

(this shit is pretty accurate, i drew the path on google earth and it's 3.49km, this thing shows 3.4km, probably because i have long legs and big strides, good deal for $240!)

my personality DNA

My personalDNA Report

老港正傳

one of the best HK movies in a while. love Karen Mok and Ronald Cheng is unexpectedly good.

他說的最多的是拜拜

i kept moving, it is in the quiet hours of transitional spaces, i find company. the loneliness was a gentle one, even pleasurable.

Surrounded by strangers, a homeless woman looking for a shelter from the cold night, her pupils lacking focus, confused, insecure. Sitting next to her was a 12 year old kid on his laptop, munching on his waffles, even spreading creams and pepper on each one before sending them into his mouth, he certainly  felt very comfortable being in this non-place. In the middle of the room there was a bald middle age man snoring like a pig, breaking the silence in the air.
With the strange odour that is unique in this enclosure,I sat quietly in a corner reading 'the alchemist' by Paulo Coelho, taking occasional sips from the bottle of lemonade I purchased from the machine outside a while ago.

A group of strangers, each one with their own agenda, or the lack of it, are cramped together in this station's waiting room. This collective loneliness brings me comfort. It reminds me the identity of being a lone traveller, I no longer suffer from the contrast between my mood, my status, and the backdrop, as they are all are in harmony and leave no rooms for pretentious emotional expression or unnecessary gestures.

As Alain de Botton would put it, it is perhaps sad books that best console us when we are sad, and to lonely transitional spaces that we should seek when there is no one for us to hold or love. because by witnessing loneliness in such clarity, we may feel less personally persecuted by it.

Travelling

Almost the end of my holiday. see you soon in hell, I mean, hong kong.

(my german friend Tom, dragging me to light house when I am playing with my treo)

update... RC

here i go again... cya around, world.

i'll be back.. after looking for the missing pieces.

update... BLOGcity

 

 

 

buildings are prostitutes

"Maybe, architecture doesn’t have to be stupid after all. Liberated from the obligation to construct, it can become a way of thinking about anything – a discipline that represents relationships, proportions, connections, effects, the diagram of everything."

- Rem Koolhaas

yes, i don't like buildings, I hate ugly buildings, pretty ones are ok, they are like prostitutes, you have fun with them for a while and that's as far as it will go. Please don't ask me stupid questions 'if you don't like buildings why did you study architecture'. Don't let foolish people brain wash you, do not, ever, mix up buildings and architecture. Architecture is like my mistress, it can be a bitch, but it's seductive and you can't stop but to engage with it. yea, it's costy too, and always keep the mistress from your wife.

sino-city

As Chinese cities change, public space is being redefined. The segregation of the urban population, the explosion of urban areas, the rapid increase in building height and floor area, the introduction of massive individual transport and awards forms of virtual communication and socialization all distort existing spaces. What used to be vibrant street space is now becoming vast areas populated only by a awards street class of security guards, taxi drivers, traffic police and migrant workers, while at the same time formerly pure commercial spaces take over public functions. Other public activities shift to virtual spaces and are no longer embedded in the footprint of the city. In the same time, city development outside the large metropolises too often denies any spatial context or community qualities, drawing its set of rules solely from the market of detached floor plans and their relation to the rays of the sun. Sinocity, a fictitious city in an imaginary Chinese province, reflects more reality of mid-sized Chinese cities than many will admit. The Sinocities Awards seeks to explore awards ways of dealing with this status quo of the near future.

 

will update progress of the competition here.

shark

曾有人做過實驗，將一隻最兇猛的鯊魚和一群熱帶魚放在同一個池子，然後用強化玻璃隔開，最初，鯊魚每天不斷衝撞那塊看不到的玻璃，奈何這只是徒勞，它始終不能過到對面去，而實驗人員每天都有放一些鯽魚在池子裏，所以鯊魚也沒缺少獵物，只是它仍想到對面去，想嘗試那美麗的滋味，每天仍是不斷的衝撞那塊玻璃，它試了每個角落，每次都是用盡全力，但每次也總是弄的傷痕纍纍，有好幾次都渾身破裂出血，持續了好一些日子，每當玻璃一出現裂痕，實驗人員馬上加上一塊更厚的玻璃。         後來，鯊魚不再衝撞那塊玻璃了，對那些斑斕的熱帶魚也不再在意，好像他們只是牆上會動的壁畫，它開始等著每天固定會出現的鯽魚，然後用他敏捷的本能進行狩獵，好像回到海中不可一世的兇狠霸氣，但這一切只不過是假像罷了，實驗到了最後的階段，實驗人員將玻璃取走，但鯊魚卻沒有反應，每天仍是在固定的區域遊著，牠不但對那些熱帶魚視若無睹，甚至於當那些鯽魚逃到那邊去，他就立刻放棄追逐，說什麼也不願再過去。實驗結束了，實驗人員譏笑它是海裏最懦弱的魚。

可是失戀過的人都知道為什麼，它怕痛。

to yearn or not to yearn

why do we always have to move on

maybe because of my frequent refusal to pick up any incoming phone calls, my phone decided not to ring at all once and for all. so i am forced to do with a hard reset. But before i did that i backed up everything that's on the memory. Here i found a picture of my room in Whampoa few days before i moved out, December 2005, when i needed a little change badly at the time.

suddenly i miss that place, the build of the table is more solid than the ikea one i am using, the sunlight that wakes me up everyday at 12pm when i was still in Uni, walk out and grandma is always eating some leftover form the night before, and how i'd always snatch a piece of chicken or 2 before i go back to hku for studio sessions. After dinner with my family i always needed to hold back on cigarettes until they leave the flat, and how that first smoke in 6 hours soothes me before i start doing my late night MSN or go back out to CWB for some siu yea. life was slow, school was annoying at times, but at least you can feel it and make responses, unlike now, getting paid to not be yourself and doing things for other people's good (at least i hope it's good)

things moved on, everyone went their ways, and i guess i've moved on too. Shouldn't i be glad that i am learning new stuffs everyday (the painful way), shouldn't i be glad i am living by/on myself with my little salary every end of the month. shouldn't i be glad i am big and (sorta) healthy with 4 perfectly functional limbs and could take on everything about myself, by myself? Why looking back on the days when i was still being spoon fed financially by parents always seem so sweet.

1/4 of the year gone. Time flies as if there is no tomorrow, or the tomorrow is too soon. Isn't it a bad joke when LIFE is about meeting DEADline.

I dunno, god has given us a pair of feet to walk and a pair of eyes to look forward. at the same time life on earth has given us memory which drags people from moving forward. I must say, god is as bad a designer as I am, should've made everyone like david beckham, kicking a little ball, making random statements, enjoying his life with his wife and kids then the world would be one happy peaceful place.