自我隔離平安夜 Sounds like one of those corny stupid christmas shows at the local mall huh. Just like 逢場作興聖誕夜
So After my $30 dinner, with the carol singers' songs still loud and clear from downstairs, I found myself watching the most predictable (and perhaps slightly effeminate) film. Alone. On Christmas Eve.
...Yes I suppose I do need to get a life at some point.
Hello Innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun Though it should be the last one And it's dragging me down to my knees Well I'm begging you please
Let me go Don't you know
I'm all over it now And I can't say how glad I am about that I'm all over it now Cause I worked and I cursed and I tried And I said I could change and I lied Well there's something still moves me inside
She's a melody That I've tried to forget but I can't It still follows me When I wake in the dead of the night And I know that I can't fight That song going round in my head Like the last thing you said
Please don't go You think I know
I'm all over it now And I can't say how glad I am about that I'm all over it now Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried And I said I could change but I lied Well there's something still moves me inside
No I won't come back No I won't come back No I won't come back No I won't come back
One dark morning She left without a warning And took the red-eye back to London town
I'm all over it now I'm all over it now
I'm all over it now I'm all over it now
I'm all over it now And I can't say how glad I am about that I'm all over it now Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried And I said I would change but I lied Yeah there's something still moves me inside
Friday, 11 December 2009
Alright let's see how many I can offend at a time.
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The arrangements of the whole thing was as bad and unprofessional as the people sleeping, texting, talking on the phone, walking around and (gasp!) eating during it. Donald Tsang was smiling like that baby's face of the sun in the Teletubbies when people trashed Henry Tang, who by the way could still maintain the visage of a smug ugly horse wearing The Joker's grin no matter what they threw at him.
The little presentation from the protesters served as little more than stale and subpar comedy from a few boring fellows emitting illiterate syllables at regular intervals. Honestly, they're like zombies, booing (or mooing, or whatever that was) every minute or so. Rule of thumb for these unfortunately untalented entertainers: if you're using foul language, stress the consonants; if you're not using profanities, enunciate; if you're really just booing (or mooing), be more freaking creative and try harder.
The ceremonies themselves were as dreary and predictable as any TVB series, and involved as much waiting around as calling a customer hotline. I still can't recognize my Mr. Vice-Chancellor Lau on my graduation day (come on he has a really really really undistinguished face). And every single one of us looked stupid in that cap, until someone decided to drop his in front of the whole congregation on live broadcast (and future dvds!) and made us all feel better.
This all sounds like such a terrible show, which means HK audience will love it so much.
Things fall apart. Relationships torn apart. Friends drift apart.
So little time Try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move just to stay in the game I Try to stay awake and remember my name but Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same
We are apart.
Friday, 04 December 2009
It's Friday Night, and I have me, myself and my own boring thoughts to look forward to. You can imagine my excitement. Yay.
A healthy young adult living the life of a retired hermit. High-five.
And that's when I stop asking why people would indulge themselves in cigarettes, drugs, liquor, suicide groups on facebook, the difference between 有好感 and 求愛, finance, the East Asian Games...
It's Jamie Cullum covering Rihanna. With an exploding piano thrown in for good measure. You can't possibly need any more persuasion than this to watch this MV. And get the album. And listen to every song on it. Many many many times. In a row.
Me? I got sold right after "it's Jamie Cullum...".
I know it's a tad too flashy. A tad too over the top. A tad too much cliché (it's Bublé;, duh). A tad too impossible (incidentally that IS his girlfriend in real life). A tad too improbable (c'mon who wears that much make-up to work at the check-out counter).
But hey, a guy can dream right? This is to all the single guys. We know the right one's out there, somewhere.
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