24.7.10
17.7.10
timeless
B/W & Grey = achromatic = timeless
世界還原最純粹的黑和白。
Monochrome album on flickr
Continue reading: KONICA MINOLTA: Colour Knowledge Seminar : Categorising Colours
意識流linking to:
世界還原最純粹的黑和白。
Monochrome album on flickr
Continue reading: KONICA MINOLTA: Colour Knowledge Seminar : Categorising Colours
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12.7.10
半天假
我喜歡偏離常軌的時光。
平日的半天假、突然多出來的空檔之類，改變了一成不變的生活行程，也常因此察看到不一樣的事物。
陽光普照的早上，可能是生平第一次乘坐42號小巴。很隨意的，只要知道自己的目的地，還有寬裕的時間，隨你要怎麼走也行。登上往又一城的小巴，心裡就踏實起來。終站是地鐵站的話，那之後便是熟悉的路途。
沿太子道一路往又一城途中，陽光耀眼，寧靜的公寓一座一座在旁邊掠過，一轉彎，一個倘大的草地球場暴曬在太陽底下。那感覺就像是澳洲的悉尼大學，又像是記憶模糊的加拿大。
在小巴上浮光掠影的看窗外街景，這一條路，竟然很新鮮，感覺自己在觀光。香港也有這種好地方。會這樣想的可能只有我吧。後座的幾個少年，粗口橫飛，討論學校的女教師、考試…我在前面偷偷笑了幾次。
最後著陸在太古坊，Dymocks原來的地方，開了一間agnes b cafe。那是我本來想打發時間的地方，結果走到海光街逛街。有一兩間小店，衣服的感覺也不一樣。神奇。一個地方很久有逛，再訪時仍感覺美好，大概是一種情意結。感謝我在這個精緻的地方待過一些日子，回來也不會太陌生。
然後這天恰如其分地美好。
平日的半天假、突然多出來的空檔之類，改變了一成不變的生活行程，也常因此察看到不一樣的事物。
陽光普照的早上，可能是生平第一次乘坐42號小巴。很隨意的，只要知道自己的目的地，還有寬裕的時間，隨你要怎麼走也行。登上往又一城的小巴，心裡就踏實起來。終站是地鐵站的話，那之後便是熟悉的路途。
沿太子道一路往又一城途中，陽光耀眼，寧靜的公寓一座一座在旁邊掠過，一轉彎，一個倘大的草地球場暴曬在太陽底下。那感覺就像是澳洲的悉尼大學，又像是記憶模糊的加拿大。
在小巴上浮光掠影的看窗外街景，這一條路，竟然很新鮮，感覺自己在觀光。香港也有這種好地方。會這樣想的可能只有我吧。後座的幾個少年，粗口橫飛，討論學校的女教師、考試…我在前面偷偷笑了幾次。
最後著陸在太古坊，Dymocks原來的地方，開了一間agnes b cafe。那是我本來想打發時間的地方，結果走到海光街逛街。有一兩間小店，衣服的感覺也不一樣。神奇。一個地方很久有逛，再訪時仍感覺美好，大概是一種情意結。感謝我在這個精緻的地方待過一些日子，回來也不會太陌生。
然後這天恰如其分地美好。
11.7.10
An education
I remembered one of my Electone lesson was like this. My miss was talking with another teacher outside the classroom. I was practicing a song hardly inside. The door was opened I suppose? From time to time, she shouted behind the door and pointed out the parts I played wrongly.
I was about 13 at that time. Later I changed the teacher and continued learning Electone until I entered university. I dropped out finally before graduation. I think almost 10 years should prove that I have no special talent in it. Nor passion as well. A passion that is strong enough to drive me doing this thing crazily. Perhaps simply make me enjoy doing it.
Then there were some days I went to music concerts with my friend Michelle. She likes Jazz but she doesn’t play. She brought me to Jazz piano concerts, live shows, etc.
Another year, one of the shows in Hong Kong Art Festival was performed by a Japanese female Jazz pianist. I forgot her name and all the songs she played but the way she played it still lasted in my memory. She played the strings of the piano instead of the key. And tonight I learned that that is called String piano.
The next day I read the comment on her show in a newspaper’s column. The author told her story. When she was small, she met a teacher who inspired her by adding colourful notes on piano sheet. Which parts are showing feelings of joyful, which parts are about pain…All these colorful illustrations make a world class pianist.
Tonight I played a fortune telling game on the internet. It said that I am not a lucky person. Well. If the chance of meeting a good teacher, or someone who is inspirational, depends on luck, then the game is correct in a sense that I am not lucky on my music path. But I don’t trust fatalism. I believe in destiny but it should be in control of people’s free will. And I believe in education. That’s also the reason why I choose to donate to education projects by Oxfam.
I would not blame my music teacher. Thanks to her I wrote an easy opening for this post. She is part of my life experience. And the conclusion is that “teacher matters most”.
Continue reading: gatesfoundation Blog: Teachers Matter Most - Vicki Phillips
I was about 13 at that time. Later I changed the teacher and continued learning Electone until I entered university. I dropped out finally before graduation. I think almost 10 years should prove that I have no special talent in it. Nor passion as well. A passion that is strong enough to drive me doing this thing crazily. Perhaps simply make me enjoy doing it.
Then there were some days I went to music concerts with my friend Michelle. She likes Jazz but she doesn’t play. She brought me to Jazz piano concerts, live shows, etc.
Another year, one of the shows in Hong Kong Art Festival was performed by a Japanese female Jazz pianist. I forgot her name and all the songs she played but the way she played it still lasted in my memory. She played the strings of the piano instead of the key. And tonight I learned that that is called String piano.
The next day I read the comment on her show in a newspaper’s column. The author told her story. When she was small, she met a teacher who inspired her by adding colourful notes on piano sheet. Which parts are showing feelings of joyful, which parts are about pain…All these colorful illustrations make a world class pianist.
Tonight I played a fortune telling game on the internet. It said that I am not a lucky person. Well. If the chance of meeting a good teacher, or someone who is inspirational, depends on luck, then the game is correct in a sense that I am not lucky on my music path. But I don’t trust fatalism. I believe in destiny but it should be in control of people’s free will. And I believe in education. That’s also the reason why I choose to donate to education projects by Oxfam.
I would not blame my music teacher. Thanks to her I wrote an easy opening for this post. She is part of my life experience. And the conclusion is that “teacher matters most”.
Continue reading: gatesfoundation Blog: Teachers Matter Most - Vicki Phillips
5.7.10
Guys don't understand why Justin Bieber is so popular
I am not a fans of Justin Bieber. But I think people who like him will know the reason why. Vice versa.
Will this storyline illustrate the things in a better way?
Usher is genius!
And in this one, everything just being put together. Dark humor, party, and even Twilight = fantasy for all ages. :p
Will this storyline illustrate the things in a better way?
Usher is genius!
And in this one, everything just being put together. Dark humor, party, and even Twilight = fantasy for all ages. :p
1.7.10
because of the color of the wheat fields
Le Petit Prince
By Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Chapter 21
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."
"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please-- tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
By Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Chapter 21
It was then that the fox appeared.
"Good morning," said the fox.
"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.
"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince.
But, after some thought, he added:
"What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"
"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"
"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."
"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."
"Oh, but this is not on the Earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
"Yes."
"Are there hunters on this planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please-- tame me!" he said.
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox. "Men have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend, tame me..."
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince.
"You must be very patient," replied the fox. "First you will sit down at a little distance from me-- like that-- in the grass. I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me, every day..."
The next day the little prince came back.
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox. "If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be ready to greet you... One must observe the proper rites..."
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince.
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours. There is a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they dance with the village girls. So Thursday is a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards. But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day, and I should never have any vacation at all."
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you..."
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
"Then it has done you no good at all!"
"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." And then he added:
"Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is unique in all the world. Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."
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