skater boys, who are boys after all, sharing a carton of apple & guava juice, and eating starburst jellies while waiting for the train
an aboriginal man walking down the street smoking something funny, stops me and asks me where i’m from. he says he’s from broome. “it’s a long way, isn’t it?” i say, thinking maybe he’s feeling the distance. i also think about how i’d like to go there sometime, visit the graveyards where i imagine pearl divers are buried. obviously having run out of things to say, i wish him a good day, to which he has to think about for a moment before replying in turn.
“the motto of our (veterans’ football) league is, ‘we want to go to work tomorrow’”
the other day i met a colleague of ting’s in her “glasshouse” office. he was funny, and boyish, and receptive to our talk about chinese people who see ghosts everywhere (very uncommon, mind you). like how according to those people, kings park is filled with ghosts, and a singaporean friend of my parents’ entered a house and couldn’t stop vomiting until he left because of the ghosts present.
after we left work, we were busy commenting on what a nice boy he was. “how old is he?” i asked, as a normal extension of this idea. “well he’s in uni… only comes into the office three days a week… so he’s probably twenty… a good age. i wish i could stay about that age.”
then it kind of degenerated into a two-way where she would extoll the virtues of youth, and of doing something big and dying young (beautiful corpse blah blah); and i would disagree, cos i’m like that. i said i’d rather skip my twenties, which she thought meant waking up one day to find you were thirty and looking old. i just meant removing some uncertainties of this age.
beauty is overrated unless i can use it to win miss hk and stalk actors at tvb.
i’m not worried about looking older. i would just hate to regress into a version where i’ve read less, heard little, not had certain events happen, good or bad. i was a hell of a lot stupider two years ago.
i’m not smart either. i just have this urge to learn more, which fustrates me more often that not, because i feel so limited by my intellect. like the violin player in the city mall, he could practice more, but at his age and ability he probably has reached a plateau.
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there’s a bachelorettes thing in the paper lately, and i’m almost tempted to put my hand up but a) all the photos of myself are the ones i take and there are no good headshots other than the one last year with short orange hair and no makeup on; and b) who wants a political girlfriend anyway, or one who thinks “i will kick your ass” but acts nice because she’s too feeble to really do it?
fuck, i’m too blunt today. bring on the weeeeeekendddd
i bought “my 21st century” by anthony wong today. i’d heard noises about the nice coupling of the electronic sounds of pmps with his 80s style of singing, but now that i’ve heard it i can’t believe how well it all fits together. the jason choi piano based song on “the good the bad and the ugly” sounds so different when fleshed out with full production and of course anthony wong’s rather borgeois singing voice.i bought my first tat ming pair cd a few weeks ago, 1996’s ten-year reunion album “long live the king” (萬歲萬歲萬萬歲!). in comparison, while there are some memorable songs like “daily forbidden fruit” (每日一禁果), it gets rather patchy at times, and there are only so many 80s guitar effects tats lau can produce (which can be good or bad, or course - but i like his ‘wendy, sandy and judi’ composition for judi wong exactly because of that).
i have two of the compilation albums released by pmps to date, where i came across at17 and material girls for the first time. but now i realise how it all comes together under ming gor!
