It’s the second day of Chinese New Year. We’ve stepped into a new zodiac year, the year of the Ram/Goat/Sheep. Wishing everyone much health, happiness and prosperity! Continue reading
Every year on the same day in June, tens of thousands of us gather at Hong Kong’s Victoria Park to commemorate June 4, 1989. Tiananmen Square. We each light a candle, just like this one, and unite in silence.
Remembering matters. While we should celebrate economic prosperity and societal development, we must not forget events that brought us to where we are today. I can only speak for my own city, or country, I guess. But past atrocities committed everywhere in the world, especially atrocities at the hands the same country’s very own government since those are often the histories suppressed, need to be documented, learned, pondered upon as cautionary tales. Let history not repeat.
When this candle is lit, the crowd usually looks down into the flame, the heaviness of events 25 years prior weighing on its collective psyche. No one speaks. If you were among us, you’d notice the silence, dots of flames forming a sea of light. You might likewise be lost in contemplation of history, and succumb to the serene calm.
In response to Serenity | Weekly Photo Challenge
Everyone acts quite differently in private than in public. In private we feel comfortable picking our noses, gargling Listerine, walking around naked, having sex, singing in the shower, relieving ourselves of number one and two. How private we are about these matter depends on our upbringing, culture, and prevailing social norms. Continue reading
He was right in front of me. He had a heavy gold chain with the face of some Asian god around his neck, was balding at the crown of his head but sported longish, slick oily hair up to his neck, peppered with grey. He wore a red polo T-shirt, close fitted to his frame and strung around his neck was some sort of plastic employee tag on his breast pocket, a mini-photo of himself printed on it. He must have been a tour guide, or perhaps a driver. He wasn’t very tall, but despite his apparent age of around 60 he looked somewhat toned and strong, but greasy at the same time. Potentially the type that got into fights if the situation called for it. Grey pants, the typical old-man suit fashion, held up by a belt. I couldn’t remember his shoes. I didn’t look at his feet. But sandals would have been fitting with the look. Continue reading
Too cute to devour. But hoping it brings a smile to the beginning of your week.
Whoever thought roquette makes such good penguin hair?!
From our favorite HK theme park, Ocean Park.
It pisses me off when shady businesses are out there scamming people. You will be exposed.
A spa and massage joint I found through Groupon. Unfortunately, a no-go. Buyer beware.
- Spa rating: 3/5
- Therapist rating: 4.5/5
- Value for dollar: 4/5 (based on Groupon deal)
- Cleanliness: 4/5
- Service: 1/5
- Would I revisit: No
- Status: Not Recommended
- Why: dishonest service – misrepresentation of free gift on Groupon advertisement
I grew up not appreciating Cantonese pop (Canto pop). Lyrics were cheesy, melodies repetitive, MTVs tacky.
Not Beyond’s songs. They’re timeless. The content dreamy, encouraging, brave. 海闊天空 (Beyond the seas and skies) is a song played often during the protests. I’m filled with an equal rush of hope, sadness and energy when I hear it. If you grew up in Hong Kong, if you know this song, upon hearing 海闊天空 you too may uncontrollably mumble along.
A walk through Hong Kong’s Umbrella Protests via signs by the people.
Please respect and safeguard our freedom of the press. Screen shot taken 18 October 2014, 11.42am.