"你寫咁多野都唔識用速成 ?"
"係呀 ! 我用手寫板嘛 !"
"有冇搞錯 ! 麻煩你聽日用速成打份 2000 字 report 比我 !"
"好呀 ! 手山田一水口工火山, 土竹十. 中日人田廿卜火戈心金月弓尸一! 土手一十日水......(下刪 1968 字)"
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
emo week

Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in November
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
Schlinger
Sunday, July 08, 2007
婦產科的床緣

婦產科的床緣, 年輕護士興高采烈地問新爸爸. "很可愛的寶寶 ! 有想過孩子將來做什麼嗎?"
"我媽媽想我當畫家." 爸爸答.
"可惜在她認識壓克力顏料以前, 便轉而擔心我的學業. 最近我想到阿根廷流浪, 她倒提議我把錢存下來結婚用. 你知道嗎? 我想孩子將來怎樣是無意義的, 因為他的最終用途還不過是重複我們的無聊生活. 你說機會面前人人平等, 那也不過是鞏固階級制度的精采玩意. 我不知道為什麼那些與啟發生命無關的學識會帶來優越感, 難道純粹的安逸和消費能創造意義 ? 比方說律師, 它與生俱來的優越感也不過源於社會利益的牛角尖上罷了. 所以我痛恨教育 ! 因它與知識不相類之餘更阻礙人性發展. 但我能阻止孩子接受社會制約嗎 ? 而事情最精妙之處莫過於最後我還是多了一個孩子, 房子付了首期而我卻不懂繪畫. 太太提議倒不如買一幅放客廳更好, 最後我哭了."
結果護士問爸爸要是懷了醫生的孩子怎辦, 爸爸建議她多用避孕產品.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
since 1982

You know my wandering days are over
Does that mean that Im getting boring?
You tell me
Im tired of listening to myself now
Im tired of fixing things for michael and the rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
I said my celibate days are over
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
Six months on, the winters gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
Its summer, and its sister songs
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy
Its got to be fate thats doing it
A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me
With the story of the way it should be
With the story of sebastian and belle the singer
I said my one man band is over
I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away
I sew you in japanese restaurant
You were doing it for business men on the piano, belle
You said it was a living hell
You said that it was hell
Monday, July 02, 2007
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