fly like a bird, take to the sky, i need you now lord, carry me high, don't let the word break me tonight, i need the strength of you by my side

Saturday, January 27, 2007

terminator

oh boy, it's a serious toy

Friday, January 26, 2007

self-explanatory

a cantonese speaking recycle bin...eye opener, it even said "thank you" after photo taking, what's next? an aircon shouts "freeze" ?

http://community.webshots.com/user/lonergy

spent the whole day in disney, freakingly drained, and i bought the annual pass...too many pictures, i will upload them slowly..


preview..eye candy on the ferry, for fun

Monday, January 22, 2007

137. when i m gone. backpacker.

i'd be back.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

2 years

17th Jan 2005, i keyed down the first entry on this blog..to think that i made it this far, i m glad i took the proposal from ant, though this bloody idiot has long stopped his entry since june 24 2006. what now? guess i will continue to use lonergy to vent my frustration and write more nonsense and as a record of life. life could be great, though i hold cynical view on it, will improve on that, give me two more years.

been importing albums after albums into laptop, it's a pain but i need to do it, since those tracks could be my salvation for many lonely nights to come, that is if i will ever feel lonely, will i not? being hardly on mood swing, will i change circumstancing to a new environment? what will i learn outa all this? will i see no light? will i weep? will i smile? will i screw up? will i miss the soup mom made? will i be bored? will i be loved? will i be blind? will i be a better man? answers soon be unveiled.

Monday, January 15, 2007

1607150107

it's hilarious, tried out the facial recognition test to see which celebrities that share same look as me, or humbly, to whom the stars i look like, here are the stats:

araon kwok 64%; won bin 64%; michelle yeoh 63%; hirosue ryoko 61%; son ye-jin 61%, it's gotta be kidding and getting ridiculously funny; takenouchi yutaka 60%; jet li 60%; patrick stewart 57%, what next? i shall go for audition for young captain jean luc picard or professor X? stephen chow 56%

cut my hair, now i look like a over-grown-junior-school-dropout-retainee, i m not fussy about it, afterall i m 64% alike araon kwok, 56% alike stephen chow, you see..mapping isnt as smooth as i thot, damn, but it will turn out fine. shoot me, somebody, i bought another cap...

Friday, January 12, 2007

silence talks. patience pays.

rainy friday night. upper thomson's turned into a swarm again, sandbags barely held back the muddy water, they didnt seem to learn from the lesson. fine, blame the radical weather. the past 72 hours was an enriching personal experience, learnt the art to play it cool, erm may be not so cool, at least i tried; sorry that i had to pressure vincci to the brink of losing her trust, being the stakeholder and committing all the resources i had to gather any useful information, i was still gaining no share of certainty. Thank lord, i m put through. i'd be back home, at all cost. forgive me, if i had been nasty. i m a kind soul in general, occassionally a prick..

ay, i'd explain to you some other time why you would see my name appearing on the list.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

silent moment.

去了 alley bar 小酌了一杯,约上了自己。

想是新年的高潮已过,bar 里面门可罗雀,三三两两的人散落一地。也不知道发的什么疯,就是想坐在吧台的角落,menu上点一杯自己从来没有喝过的,装着一副历经沧桑的模样,就只是这样,听听不太听得懂的爵士音乐,听听时间溜走的声响,听听这几天难得的恬静。再过3个月,我便存在于这个世间22年头了,而那个酒保大概也只有我的年纪,不可得知他的这份工作是出于兴趣而忽略了生计还是为了生计而放弃了兴趣,我只知道他今天的客人,不多。胡渣扎手了,应该刮胡子了。突然觉得很有趣,razor 这个东西,既可以被人用来刮除肤体上坚硬的毛发,也可以被人用来刮破左手动脉,想必这也是它的发明者始料未及的吧。

"why you frown when you drink?" 路人甲问道
" i didnt know it's bitter " 我答道
'' c'mon, let me buy you a drink, cool? what's your pick?"
虽然不太习惯他的怪里怪气, 我礼貌性地回送给他狡黠的微笑
"sure, the same that i m having will do."
" i thought it's bitter?"
" it's ok, i m getting used to it."

all i m trying to do is to make sense on the things i do and i gonna do, more than frequent though, they dont make sense on me.

回到家,旧电影又看了一遍,渐渐地,喜欢上了它的插曲。而那个路人甲,我始终还是觉得他是个gay.

Monday, January 01, 2007

逸才

路上的痴男怨女光鲜亮丽,刺眼地让我无所适从。扒下那一层的皮肉,不过是一滩不堪的龌龊血水。女人身上的香水,掩饰着那股世俗的腥臭,毕竟只是掩饰,让自己沉沦得从容一些,也延续着无知男人对她们的遐想,精神上你情我愿的调情,调剂着枯燥反复的岁末夜,满街的LV, Gucci奢侈得让人作呕。离我,远点,今天愤世嫉俗,右手中指是我对你的唯一尊敬。生活像是一根劣制的香烟,虽然无味,但你最后还是义无反顾地上瘾了。人群中,” happy new year ” 像是无痛呻吟的告白,年复一年的台词,廉价的祝福,似一出二流的舞台剧博得的不过是观众麻木的笑声,何必呢?作贱自己也糟蹋我对你们仅存的好感,不,是糟蹋了我对赋予狗屁人格的可怜虫们仅存的惋惜。辞旧迎新不过是你的噱头般的逻辑,我说,那又怎样?对你而言,年复一年不过是从蹈覆辙的同义词,仅此而已。

岁末,左边牙痛,想去北海道看雪祭,革命尚未成功,同志仍需努力,自勉。