You don’t know what you got, until you lose it.
I always seem to have an appointment
with someone
who will not come …
can’t remember the name.
– Abbas Kiarostami
You don’t know what you got,
until you lose it.
– John Lennon
I always seem to have an appointment
with someone
who will not come …
can’t remember the name.
– Abbas Kiarostami
You don’t know what you got,
until you lose it.
– John Lennon
Now I see that I will never find the light
Unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,
Consuming myself.– The Silent Flute, Bruce Lee
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In a network of networks of networks of…
In times, increasingly, you find all motto and yourself lame,
people and things could enter or leave your life so casually,
crudely. You start to think
people don’t actually exist in your world — you exist in theirs.
I don’t know, I guess it’s not necessarily a negative thought:
admit that the Earth turns
astronomically speaking
it does not mean to stop for your sunbath weekend.
We don’t call this a compromise.
It’s natural to live with the food chain.
Hong Kong Republic
Then the government started being rude and the police is the biggest gang.
Then we are Chinese we are pround of being Chinese we stuck with our passport we kiss the dictatorship we need a new slogan
Then we write poem we take pictures we write songs we make videos we take action we speak.
Then I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog I blog…
Then I need a job found a job do the job hate the job fuck the job.
Then I have a son have a second son have a daughter and she has her daughter.
Then soon I’m old enough to tell my son and also to his son: don’t be stupid know how to run save money eat well use condom when have sex.
Then ashes to ashes dust to dust “a” for apple “b” for BYE.
(source: http://blog.sina.com.cn/19800907libo)
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As the title describes, I’m in the middle of my BJ trip. Here is a quick post. Well, I don’t want to long list things again, pictures may be easier. I have bought a lomo DC earlier and this trip relies on it completely — the picture quality is fairly good but I like snapshotting.
Two more things to say:
I had many dreams last night and I remember 2 of them:
Dream 1. I was with Steph, an old friend, and some other people taking MTR. Steph wrote her questions on paper and showed them to me: she first asked would I cry at all, I said yes. Then she asked how often, I answered not often. She then condemned me for my cold blood: how could you not cry with those songs you listened to? I don’t agree with her but I didn’t say. There was a music player or something with a screen. I made up quickly a playlist and it started with a Karen Mok’s song. Some of her songs made me cry before.
Dream 2. I was talking to my mom and suddenly I remembered that I should plan a trip to Chile for some conference. I forgot the contents of the conversation between us but I was happy and started to mess up the plan: may be I would go to Liverpool after Chile for visit? My mom suggested that may be she could meet me at Liverpool so I can show her around.
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