10/24

The 10/24 2008 Gallery is up! Below is one of my favourites. Two of mine made it in there too! Check it all out here.

Been down with flu since the night of the 23rd of December. I suspect it's the National Library at Victoria Street that caused this. I was there for a few hours in the afternoon. The ventilation is tremendously bad. The moment you lift your foot to step through the sliding doors into the basement library area, the smell of stale unbathed human bodies assaults the senses. You know those vile beings that come out by the hoards during morning peak hour, all of whom have not showered and still stink of sleep and vile tiredness? Yah, that smell. Like toxins oozing out of their pores.

I've been to musty bookstores and libraries but usually it's the smell of well-thumbed old books that permeates the air, not the stench of unhygienic beings. It's not so bad on weekdays but I once walked out instantly on a weekend afternoon. That's when the actual unbathed bodies are packed like sardines into the library and sharing the space with the stale unbathed ghosts of their past visits.

So anyway. I spent many days blowing my nose and hacking away to expel copious amounts of snot and phlegm. Sounds gross, I know. But honestly, there is a great sense of momentary satisfaction every time I blow my nose and feel it clear with a rapid whoosh.

Alright, alright...

In any case, am finally left with only a trickle of a cough and sniffing. While it's actually kind of fun to be whoozy from cold and cough meds, it's rather nice to be clear-headed once again too.

2 More Days

I've never made New Year resolutions. I might even have scoffed at the idea. It may be a combination of commitment phobia and a short-term mentality. How do I forecast the next 365 days and compress it into, say, 10 sentences? What if something else crops up at a later date - will it seem less important because it didn't make it into a pre-thought up list? And what if a listed item loses priority over the months - will I feel forced to complete the task or feel less satisfied because the list is not completely crossed off.

But the biggest problem has probably always been, what the hell do I put on the list? Did I leave anything out? If I left it out, then what?

And other technicalities and minor details.

As 2008 paced nearer to a close, I started thinking at times that I couldn't wait for it to be over. Today, the same thought reared its head and it occurred to me that I felt the same about 2007 back then. And so I tried to recall what was so bad about these past two years.

Other than the fact I hated my job by the end of 2007, I don't remember anything about it. Well. This year, I started in what was essentially the same job in a different place. And grew to hate it too. But the money was much better and enough to get me to Tokyo, so there's the silver lining in that.

So let's do this instead. An organic 2009 to-do list based on 2008.

1. In 2008, I discovered the joys of film, sunlight, vignettes, sprockets and plastic. It all started with a Holga 135BC. The picture below is of playground at Tiong Bahru and from the first roll of film that successfully got developed. I wasted two rolls before that.

Along the way, the collection grew a little. This is the stash I brought back from Tokyo, including the Olympus mju ii used to take this picture. The Goldenhalf and some of the film were purchased over there while the rest were lugged to and fro. Quite a bit was spent developing the photos but I simply couldn't resist the temptation. The light in Japan is so pretty.

My bag was super heavy every day but I guess I got used to the numbness in my shoulder. I couldn't even switch shoulders since I'm only able to carry my bag on my right side (it feels uncomfortable on the left and slides off easily).



In 2009, I will pay closer attention to the little things around me. I tend to look at the big picture and am too impatient to observe detail. But with plastic, I believe it's the smaller stuff that makes all the difference. So consider this an aspiration - cut the generic crap and zoom in on what matters. No, I can't really explain what that means. I just want to take more pictures that I love.

In 2009, I will own my first medium format camera. Well, actually I already have it - the scrumptious limited edition Diana F+ Tokyo Rising, which is an advanced birthday present from the lawyer, mathematician and funny girl. Scrumptious is not exactly the right word for a plastic camera but it totally describes how I feel about it. May I also add that the camera is already out of stock. I'm not really into limited ed stuff but when I do possess some coveted thing that other people no longer can have... Let's just say there's some evil cackling going on in my head.


Thanks guys. I already have a first roll theme in mind and all are required to participate.

2. In 2008, my Chuck Taylors breathed its last. There are so many (large) gapes between shoe and sole I no longer dare to wear them out.

In 2009, I shall take more long walks with my cameras and continue to wear out the replacement Jack Purcells and white canvas MUJI sneakers.



3. In 2008, I caught 伍佰 (Wubai) & China Blue, Camera Obscura, Tizzy Bac, 蘇打綠 (Sodagreen) and My Little Airport. I can't remember if there were others but it was a great year in terms of music.

I don't really know the lineup for 2009 but it will kick off with 盧廣仲 (Lu Guang Zhong) in Feb for me. Hope it'll be just as fab. And I hope that in a couple of years, I will once again be excited to step into a 五月天 (Mayday) concert. In the meanwhile, I have my ipod and their latest album while I wishfully wait for their last couple of years to retreat into oblivion.

4. This year, I discovered Pasir Ris beach. I've forgotten how therapeutic the sea can be. In 2009, I shall visit more often.

5. In 2008, I picked Tokyo over Taiwan. In 2009, I shall return to explore Taiwan in greater depth.

6. In 2008, I fell in mind-blowing, life-altering love with Tokyo. In 2009, I shall plan for a big-bang return in 2010.

7. In 2008, I finally read Ian McEwan's Atonement. It was my third attempt. I've owned the book for years and I was always too distracted and unable to get past even the first chapter. But I figured it was only a matter of timing.

There are some books I'll never touch. And then there are those whose time has not yet come. You'll know when it's right. Because the sentences cease to tangle and start to flow into one another. The ripples still and the image is suddenly sharp and no longer in slow motion or like a video clip refusing to stream properly. You'll then finish the story easily and with luck, love it.

I loved the book. It was so devastating in such an unexpected manner that I fell in love with it without any warning.

In 2009 I shall read even more. One of the books I hope the time is right for is Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina.

8. In 2008, I completely gave up on my skincare regime. In 2009, one word. Resume.

9. In 2008, I discovered I no longer bothered to express anything. My verbal diarrhoea had been so severely reduced I no longer remember what it was like not to be safe.

I should try to open the floodgates a little.

10. In 2008, I ended my life as it is. In 2009, I'm free to start again.

Merry Christmas

I feel like going away for a while. I actually did not want to post. However, I could not stand the sight of that jumpsuit being the first thing seen every time the page opens. So I'm leaving you with the splendour of Tokyo Midtown's breathtaking Christmas lights.




Lastly I leave you with the Tokyo Tower. Far away, but that's the beauty of it. I love the Tokyo Tower.

I don't know when I'll be back. Maybe I'll decide to call it off and write tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you in 2009. Maybe not. We'll see.

An entertaining piece on strutting around in a jumpsuit. As jumpsuits go, this Gareth Pugh one is probably as challenging as they can go. A lot of guts are definitely involved.

Pushing her was Galina Royzman, Ms. Prokopov’s dark-haired and more pragmatic Bergdorf colleague at Chanel for the last 17 years. They do everything as a team, racking up some of the store’s highest sales numbers, according to executives. It’s not unusual for a client to spend $25,000 to $50,000 with them in a morning of shopping, although once a client dropped around $360,000; and just six months ago another spent $275,000. That was in a single day. Despite working through at least two recessions, the women say they usually meet their annual sales goals.

This just goes to show you can become loaded doing anything, as long as you become the best at it.

I like this picture of Yoko Ono. From this story, which I didn't read.

What I did read is this article about the NYC fashion store Opening Ceremony. I like reading about retail models.

Editorial from OilyBoy taken from Sartorialist

I’m super intrigued by this OilyBoy. It’s a Japanese magazine targeted at “elder boys”.

"That kind of man never forgets the 'boy' in him," says the OilyBoy Declaration, which can be found in the magazine's first edition. "The boys became not adults, but 'elder boys.' And that is why we cry out loud: We are Oily Boys."

Knowing the Japanese and observing the abundance of suave threads available to men on the streets of Tokyo, it’s not surprising that OilyBoy is super slick.

Find out the origins of the name OilyBoy in Washington Post and take a look at Tyler Brule’s thoughts in Financial Times on why OilyBoy looks so much better and makes more sense than its Western counterparts.

I’m dying to flip through a copy. I want to see the editorial shoots.

I love butter. Butter is one of the joys of being alive. Butter on toast. Butter on freshly baked white bread. Butter on pancakes. Butter with kaya, jam or marmalade. And that’s just butter straight up. We haven’t even delved into the pastries.

But just to share, I once spread a slice of bread thickly with butter, piled on a stack of sliced black olives and ate the whole thing as a sandwich.

It was quite sickening.

Anyway. I was having lunch at Maxwell with my colleagues and this middle-aged uncle sat down opposite us. My eyes darted over curiously when his coffee was served, because it came with a saucer that held a teaspoon and a slice of butter. I was wondering if he likes oily coffee when he lifted the slice and took a bite of it. Interesting.

It was not a huge slice, just like one of those you get in kopitiam-style kaya toast. I didn’t quite dare stare too hard as he was staring at us too (perhaps we were bitching too vehemently). But I was really tempted to, cos I’ve never seen anyone eat butter like that or order a piece to eat the way he did. I wonder how much it cost.

Then upon coming back to the office and my aimless net-surfing, I read in NYT an article about the art of using butter in baking.

“Butter has that razor melting point,” said Shirley O. Corriher, a food scientist and author of the recently published “BakeWise: The Hows and Whys of Successful Baking” (Scribner).

For mixing and creaming, butter should be about 65 degrees: cold to the touch but warm enough to spread. Just three degrees warmer, at 68 degrees, it begins to melt.

“Once butter is melted, it’s gone,” said Jennifer McLagan, author of the new book “Fat: An Appreciation of a Misunderstood Ingredient, With Recipes” (Ten Speed Press).

Warm butter can be rechilled and refrozen, but once the butterfat gets warm, the emulsion breaks, never to return.

Interesting? Read on here.

I hesitated to post this link because, if you read My Paper, you would have noticed that they have been publishing snarky quotes about the financial system failure on a daily basis. At first it was funny. But after about three days, it just got tacky.

But since this is kind of amusing and since it is The New Yorker after all, no harm having a look.

There was a time, 58-year-old Barry says, when the clothes coming into his warehouse reeked of love, instead. “People used to buy a good-quality suit and that was it. That was their suit,” he says. “The clothes that ended up here were worn to death, treasured, loved.”

A while ago, I was shopping like crazy, reasoning that I needed new clothes for an image-obsessed new job with an image-obsessed new boss. When I hit the three-month mark and got confirmed, someone inside me leaked. I felt like I had nothing to prove anymore. I felt empty and there was an extreme clarity that I didn’t understand. That was probably around the time I stopped shopping, because I was alarmed at owning so many pairs of shoes. Somewhat like a horse whose blinkers had been lifted, I suppose.

The article talks about the alarming amount of waste that fast fashion generates. And it does sound like a sad state of things. Can you imagine? Instead of writing a tale about an old women fondly caressing the finery of her decadent youth, it will be about her discovering with a jolt that the latest something she thrifted was something she tossed out decades ago. Oh wait, that’s not possible. Whatever she threw out back then would have disintegrated into rags that can’t even be used to clean by then.

After you read that, read this about how young and more affluent Poles have taken to thrifting, battling more impoverished retirees for the best buys.

The pronounced stigma of buying used clothes in a poor country was once a powerful deterrent for shopping — or at least admitting to shopping — at secondhand stores, known here by the derogative colloquialism lumpex, which translates as something like bum export. That stigma has been replaced among the young by a playful attitude toward vintage clothing and bargain-hunting that would not be out of place among their contemporaries in London or New York.

I find it fascinating how small the world is.

Extremely fascinating stuff

The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, adapted from a short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Stars Brad Pitt.



Changeling, a film based on true events of the Wineville Chicken Coop Murders. Stars Angelina Jolie.



According to dictionary.com, changeling means:
1. a child surreptitiously or unintentionally substituted for another
2. (in folklore) an ugly, stupid, or strange child left by fairies in place of a pretty, charming child

Actually I thought the film would involve supernatural elements but as it turns out, it actually is about corruption, overcoming adversity and other wholesome themes. That changes things a little, since my fascination is with changeling stories of the scary fairies variety.

Nonetheless, this is still a fascinating tale, summed up here. Makes me think of Frédéric Bourdin, the serial impostor I blogged about before.

(Incidentally, The Stolen Child by Keith Donohue is a really good changeling story. It's not scary and all fairy tale. But it is creepy and pretty sad.)

Only for GG fans

Had so much fun reading New York Mag online in the office today. Specifically, reading about Gossip Girl. Because you know you can't get enough of it.

Just on the latest episode (which was gut-wrenching in both aww and urgh! ways), you can find snippets like this:

"Only in a relationship as awesome and bizarre as Blair and Chuck's would having sex with twins be a call for help and not something that you get all angry and jealous about. Blair knows that Chuck is a man-slut and this doesn't change or effect her love for him." — HKRAVITZ [This is oddly touching! And there's something very wrong with that.]

Or this:

"Plus 30 for Aaron. He acts as though he merely has to go though the motions of being S's boyfriend. His voice is completely flat. As though he's the understudy for the real Aaron or something. Even when he says, "I think I might be falling in love with you," it sounds like he's telling the driver to pull up on the left. Is there no emotion behind his creepy facial hair? Plus, he's a douche. " — jburgz

Or this:

Judging by Rufus's pudginess in that disgusting turtleneck sweater, I'm pretty sure he ate Lily's mystery baby." — 15gardner [We think that was just the sweater. But still, that turtleneck. Honestly. Spare us.]

Ah, I love GG. Read more on episode 13 here. In fact, read the entire series of posts here.

Revolutionary Road

I picked up this book from Borders on one of those fingers trailing along book spines days and this tale of suburban despair turned out to be much more depressing than I imagined. Revolutionary Road, according to The New Yorker, is Richard Yates' masterpiece, because he "never published a novel half as good again".

A while after I finished the book, I found out that it had been made into a movie starring Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio. Oh, I love Kate Winslet. And I like Leonardo DiCaprio. And to be honest, the both of them together. Because who can forget Titanic? Jack and Rose? This is as un-you-jump-I-jump as you can get.

According to David Denby of The New Yorker, it's one of the 10 best films of 2008. Unfortunately for us, Yahoo SG says it will open on 19 February. In the meanwhile, you can check out the trailer - which I love - and read the book.

一通遲來的電話﹐帶來的也只有失望。
一個荒謬的建議。
一筆找不回的錢﹐一筆收不回的錢。
一場令人發慌發霉發火的會議。
一個賤女人的賤嘴。

(要比毒舌﹐你以為我會輸嗎?)

其實今天算是很爛的一天﹐但我的心情並沒有相等的糟。
我也不知道為什麼。

剛剛在想
其實﹐雖然不知道自己想要什麼
但能夠知道自己不要些什麼﹐也得來不易吧。

The Visitor

Opening at GV Europa (that's Vivo, I believe) on 11 Dec.

I like finding the odd non-mainstream fims whenever I visit the cinema sites. It's precisely why I visit these sites from time to time - to check out what surprises they've brought in.

Something else I've decided I'm looking forward to is Australia. Check out his royal hotness Hugh Jackman. Although I do think his head looks a little too small for his body now.

Who was it who told me running marathons is the new black?

Every Tom, Dick and Sally is running their "first-OMG-ever" marathon or half-marathon or whatever.

I hate the sight of dirty, tired-looking sunburnt people traipsing around in town in ugly running gear.

Imagine

Had an early Christmas dinner with the (select few) folks from the office and it involved some seriously old school karaoke. Meaning MIDI music and corny videos of scenery and women washing clothes by the river.

There, while watching the above music video, I learned that:

1. Imagine comes on at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve at Zouk, and the entire club bursts into song in unison. I don't enjoy clubs nor crowds but the thought of being part of such a sight is almost enough to make me want to be there.

2. There is a telephone in the John Lennon Museum that only Yoko Ono has the number to, and the story is that she will sometimes call. My colleague hung around beside the telephone for 10 minutes, but I guess Yoko Ono didn't feel like chatting to strangers that day.

I don't know if she actually calls. I tried randomly googling for stories about conversations with her, to no avail. Still, the idea that she might, that any moment the phone might ring, is pretty cool, isn't it?

Repeated patterns.

Splash of red. Or yellow.

Double exposure with one decided first exposure for all frames. A face perhaps.

A faces roll.

A theme - Norwegian Wood?

One a day, although that would be too little.

The same picture, over and over. With different cameras and film too.

It's grey and rainy out and I'm having second thoughts about heading out earlier. Lie in bed and read Norwegian Wood, before going to the Borders Expo fair, and then to the barbecue?

I'm a little bored with taking picture of random things. Especially since my mind is still fixated on random things in Tokyo and randomness here has lost some of its lustre. Not all, just a little of it. So I think it's time to move on to something thematic. Or perhaps try black and white. I've never wanted to shoot b/w, cos I love colour. Maybe I should give it a go after all.

But where should I go?

Love, Distilled

If you are free during any of the below,

December 8, 2008 - 8:00 pm
December 11, 2008 - 5:45 pm
December 12, 2008 - 4:15 pm
December 13, 2008 - 5:15 pm 7:30 pm
December 15, 2008 - 8:00 pm
December 18, 2008 - 8:00 pm
December 21, 2008 - 8:15 pm

do go catch 18 Grams of Love 愛情十八克 at Sinema Old School. It's really good and enormously funny. Well worth the climb up that freaking looooooong flight of steps.

Check out the trailer.

(If you're not free, make time.)

I forgot to say, it is really cool to be presented with a room full of love letters, or just letters full of things the writer wants to share with you. Much, much better than flowers.

It was dusk and I don't concentrate very well at dusk. The disappearing light always makes me go into a daydream state.

So I stretched out in bed and listened to the new 陳珊妮 album while waiting for night to suck away the remnants of daylight.

如果有一件事是重要的

What is it?

Saw something amusing this afternoon. It was scorching hot and I was on bus 36 which was going around the Suntec fountain. They have put up huge Precious Moments figurines around the fountain and amongst them is a snowman.

There were three people with a suitcase standing in front of the snowman. One was holding a camera and two were hastily throwing on scarves on top of their thick, fluffy winter coats. They all looked a little sheepish and seemed to be trying to hurry while glancing around.

It was rather cute. Made me smile. Wonder who or what they're taking that picture for.

“How can Wal-Mart sell things so cheaply? Why do people want stuff so badly? Why do they call it Black Friday?” She can’t get the questions out of her mind.

“You’re not going to like this,” she began another conversation at bedtime. I thought she was going to tell me she’d hidden candy in her pillowcase. “But I bet if you went on YouTube you could see what happened at Wal-Mart.”

“Oh no,” I said. “I’m sure you can’t. I’m sure the surveillance videos have been taken by the police and are being studied carefully and are going to be entered as evidence.” I thought this sounded good.

“I don’t mean the surveillance videos,” she said, speaking delicately, as though in deference to my more tender sensibilities. “I mean if someone had had a video camera, they’d be able to show what happened.”

I don't usually read parenting pieces, but I find the 8-year-old girl in the above excerpt really cute in an interesting way. Read the full piece here, from NYT via funny girl.

I love this pair of tights! And the way it's worn with these shoes. And the shot, actually.

Women are falling back on tights as a more affordable outfit perk-up, according to here and here.

Snapshot

If you’re not one of us studying for the JLPT (Japanese Language Proficiency Test) this weekend and you’re looking for something to do, here’s the thing.

More details here.

I love beautiful things and I’m with you if you say you have to pay more for quality. I can’t afford it, but I don’t see anything wrong with paying $2,000 for a gorgeously made bag if you can. I do still adore Balenciaga and Mulberry leather goods. But the luxury game got out of hand when the economy was booming. Prices crept up as steadily as the height of shoes. And suddenly all you can buy for $2,000 is a ghost of the past. Or a canvas bag stamped with a huge logo.

We all know what goes up must come down. Just didn’t expect everything to crash so spectacularly.

My favourite bit: Everybody is paralyzed wondering what people want, what they’re willing to spend, what’s going to dazzle us into not being able to live without certain items.” It could be, as Zac Posen remarked on Tuesday, that we are headed into a period when designers and retailers are “either stimulated and excited and challenged,” or else follow thousands of other failed American businesses into oblivion.

I certainly am curious to know what’s ahead.

If you’re wondering why I am so free as to have posted 10 entries today, it’s because I organised and wrote everything out on email at work. Serving my second last week of notice and I have pretty much finished up everything I’m supposed to do. Plus I’ve gone around a couple of times asking to help in whatever needs to be done.

I’ve been spending this whole week surfing the net but it’s not that enjoyable since I still have to be inconspicuous about it. If only I can openly blog, watch stuff or study, it wouldn’t be such a bore. And it’s only 12.20pm now. Not even lunchtime.

Guess you might see post no. 11 and beyond…

In her quest for the definitive BB Cream, the Mathematician found this website from which you can get free skincare and makeup samples. I haven’t read the details and fine print nor tried the service, so do let me know if it’s worth my time if you try it.

Meltdown

The other day I got a call from a telemarketer from some bank - I think it was Stand Chart - offering me some kind of loan. I politely told her I did not need it and as I was about to bring my mobile away from my ear, she desperately and hastily injected, “Do you have any outstanding credit card debts to clear? Our interest rate is very good.”

I wonder who has taken up the offer and what these people’s stories are. At the end of the day, that’s all I’m interested in – stories.

The Worst Is Yet To Come: Anonymous Banker Weighs In On The Coming Credit Card Debacle.
According to Catwoman, David Gan said that his life hasn’t changed but if he were to earn less, then he would simply spend less. Buy Kelly instead of Birkin. In other parts of the not so real world, The Rich are Feeling “Luxury Shame”.

In times of uncertainty, people turn to new beliefs. So if you need financial advice now but don’t know who to trust, perhaps you’d like to consider a psychic. People are so funny sometimes.

And if truly desperate, I suppose you could learn to draw a spider. This is hilarious.

Lawyer and I were drooling over The Chromiacs. I’m not sure, but I think subscribing to the Lomo newsletter might have been a suicidal move. They just keep sending out chirpy emailers about pretty new things and goading people to buy, buy, buy!

Lawyer was besotted with the Fisheye 2 while I was smitten by the Diana F+ for quite a bit. Old school cam decked out in chrome? I mean, it looks so wrong it’s right. In the end, Lawyer’s gonna get the FE2 while I’m just not sure enough about loving a chrome Diana for better or for worse.

And in case you’re interested, I noticed that 8storeytree has stocked the Chromiacs Supersampler and Colorsplash so it might be cheaper than shipping from Lomo if you’re in this part of the world.

Have a Kino Xmas!

Lawyer and I have been waiting forever for the Kino membership 20% to come on. Finally, I received the newsletter announcing it will start on the 7th. Members also get 25% off the items in the Silver Christmas Catalogue.

Other than books, lots of pretty things up for grabs. Like a Strawberry Shortcake 2009 calendar? Limited edition of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman? Murakami Diary 2009? How about super cute (yes, that word again) Kino accessories?

Ah, truth be told, I do like the end of year. It makes me either really cheery or melancholic, and I enjoy both states of mind.

Not that you ever need a reason to eat at MOS Burger (The fries. The mustard. The iced milk tea.)

But if you do, here’s a very good one. Mini burger pals! Some of them even have pets. And each one comes with a mini screen cleaner.

I have already adopted Rice Burger-kun, simply because he has a pet, Okome-chan. And Cheese Burger-chan, because she has an oversized bow on her head. I mean, how adorable is that right?

Yes, it’s Christmas and I’m in the mood for silly, cute things.

Super cute scarf I want to have. I love stuffing my hands into pockets. I just need to move to a cold country first. From Yohji Yamamoto, via SLAMXHYPE.

stair porn is really interesting. As the name suggests, it’s all about stairs.

From ReadTheAir.

Two interesting food-related reads. One about a chef who lost his ability to taste and the other, an axed doyenne food critic.

I wonder if this guy still has a job.

I was rather appalled by the thought of letting a music stylist tell you what to play to match your home. A shop, I can understand. Letting someone tell you what to wear, if you're a public figure who has to portray a certain image, maybe. But music styling for your home?

That's insane. Music and books are highly personal. I'll listen to what I want to listen to, thank you very much.

Wahaha

Tizzy Bac new album sneak peeeeeeeekk.



Also check out this very cool-sounding 陳珊妮 album.

Huayi Festival 2009

It's super exciting. After a lot of agonising, I finally bought tickets for 宝岛一村 (The Village) for myself and the mother. This is about the immigrant village culture of Taiwan in the late forties. I've watched 王偉忠 (Wang Wei Zhong) tell so many riveting 眷村 stories of his childhood, and I've lamented enough that I am not in Taiwan to catch this.

Well, I can't go to Taiwan, but a piece of Taiwan has come to me now. I'll kick myself if I miss it. I think the mother should enjoy it too. Tickets from here.

There's also 华丽上班族之生活与生存 (Design for Living) which has me really tormented because I really want to see 郑元畅 (Joseph Cheng - so cute!) live on stage! But I'm not completely certain about the play and I shouldn't be wasting money. But it's 小綜! Sigh, shall continue to think about it. Tickets from here if you're interested.

And then there're the in::music gigs. The lineup is fab. 盧廣仲 is already sold out, unless you're senior citizen or NSF, in which case you can get tickets here.

Also playing are 1976, 旺福 (Wonfu) and 这位太太 (Mrs. This) from Taiwan as well as 曹方 from China (I'm not familiar with her but she apparently has Cheer Chen's endorsement). Tickets from here, here, here and here respectively.I'm tempted to catch 旺福 and 1976...

So you see! The lineup for Huayi 09 is honestly very exciting! Do go for something.

後。青春期的詩

兩個晚上內看完了九把刀的後。青春期的詩。怎麼說都有上百年沒閱讀中文書了﹐所以這個閱讀速度讓我感到有些意外。

看上癮了﹐正在尋找下一本中文書。

中文描述的夢想好浪漫﹐寂寞好孤單﹐憂愁好傷感。

我就是喜歡那種心都揪了起來的感覺。

Have a MUJI Xmas

我好愛MUJI。
尤其是在過聖誕的它﹐有一種好溫暖好甜蜜 讓人不由自主的打從心理微笑的力量。

買了兩包我最愛的無印良品棉花糖
一雙襪子
還有一條巨大﹐帶有東京地圖的手帕。

雖然真的不該亂花這個錢
但能夠把夢想戴在身旁
邦在心上
覺得應該很不錯吧。

除此之外﹐MUJI也有好多超可愛的聖誕系列以及包裝簡單精美的小禮物。看得我忍不住指尖一直觸摸它們﹐好想統統買回家。

去看看吧﹗就算不買﹐心情也會變得好好哦。