Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in honkiehow's LiveJournal:

Saturday, August 12th, 2006
12:24 am	Moving On 想著你的温柔 它提醒了我自己 因为你的鼓励 我从此更努力 因为你的真心 我失败了不会灰心 我因为你因为爱 坚强我自己 你用毅力勇气 耐心等候了多年 你给我的信心 坚定我的方向 我的退缩放弃 你一次又一次承受打击 你因为我因为爱 坚强你自己 也是就因为这样 我们会更珍惜自己 经过了过去的疼痛 更明白如何继续 也是就因为这样 我们会更珍惜自己 因为是爱因为真心 因为未来的日子 每一个清晨梦醒有你 陪我患难的也是你 开心时一同欢笑 受伤时携手共度 每一个晴天雨天有你 夜里轻语的也是你 成功时一同享有 失意时我们坦然去面对 只因为有了爱有了爱 有了爱 Current Mood: calm
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
12:46 am	色即是空，空即是色 (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
11:46 am	NKF Haven't been catching up on news lately, but the NKF lawsuit fiasco was really begging for attention on the headlines. I don't have much scruples about the CEO's pay per se.  (it is after all comparable to what other CEOs are getting, percentage-wise.  And...I've stopped regarding it as an NPO, the moment I ceased my monthly donations some years back.)  But I have to cry out against the (1) bloody gold tap, (2) lack of transperency, and (3) their (or his) deliberate concealment.  And he had the nerve to sue the good people who saw travesty of justice in his flying first-class.  Still, very inexplicably- the last I heard, NKF is still backing the CEO.  That looks a lot like public suicide... but why? But that is not my point.  We get so embroiled in the heat of injustice, we forget who are the biggest victims here.  Not the donors, nor the foundation, but their human beneficiaries- the patients.  Cancer treatment/Kidney dialysis is painful and costly (trust me, I should know), and NKF does alleviate the patients' financial burdens, although they are doing a terrible job of it.  So even if you should choose to boycott the organization, remember not to boycott their patients.  I don't have a solution to the resulting moral conundrums (such as this), but remember that even if things screwed up along the way, the foundation was first conceived with the notion of charity. Find more deserving places to put your money, and your love.  There are plenty of such organizations out there.  Ask me if you don't already know. Current Mood: blank (Comment on this)
Monday, July 11th, 2005
11:57 am	someday, even poets must stop writing. those who fall must fly, or end up crashing. and the brightest star will one day burn itself up to find sweet death waiting- for you and for me. Current Mood: calm (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 11th, 2005
2:29 am	To H I know the pain you must feel. But what good advice can I offer, if fallen leaves still clutter my backyard? You believe in God- a far-flung concept to me now.  Because you believe, I know these songs will bring you solace.  And I carry the same wishes of the friend who sent me the songs- may they tide you through your darker moments. ( Read more... ) Current Mood: tired (Comment on this)
Friday, January 7th, 2005
11:52 pm	Botero and the Security Guard To the Indian female security guard who looked like she just walked out of a Botero painting (walking still-life, I do not kid you!)- thank you very much.  I haven't been amused like this for ages.  And I apologise for my covert attempts to take a picture of you to prove my point, to which you responded, "Sorry lah Sir, no pictures allowed".  I hope you'll never find out that my obsession wasn't with the paintings, but with you. (For the uninitiated- Botero in Singapore.  Russell Wong's photo exhibition just opened today as well.  Definitely worth paying a visit, free admission on Fris after 6pm.) Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 5th, 2005
2:37 pm	摆渡人的歌 Thanks to T, I'm holding onto 周华健's 小天堂 (which we purchased together seven years ago).   Hopelessly smitten with this song now-摆渡人的歌.  The imagery of a solitary boatman moving towards the harbour is hauntingly beautiful, and the new orchestral arrangment played out by a string quartet just reinforces the image that manages to be both brooding yet cold and detached at the same time.  Reminded me of this painting I saw at the Alte Nationalgalerie in Berlin earlier in the year.  Apparently the Swiss painter Bocklin never gave it a name, fearing that would inhibit the range of opinions and emotions evoked in the viewers.  But the art dealer sold it under the name "The Isle of the Dead"- which is how I see it as now.  <摆渡人的歌> 黎明冉冉苏醒尘雾中 他慢慢走来 就在流水当中摇桨把 又一天划开 一种冷冷的声音 在他的船头响了起来 似乎水的呜咽 晚霞渐渐昏暗暮色里 他将要离开 他将渡船靠岸收拾起 往来的寂寞 一种冷冷的声音 在他的脑海响了起来 像水的呜咽 有人因为流浪到渡口 有人思念靠不到岸 有人不能忘情于繁华中 有人日复一日赶著同样的梦 于是摆渡人的歌 遗忘在渡口的流转之间 而那些人们都醉了 没有人还能够单独醒著 Current Mood: morbid (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 3rd, 2005
9:27 pm	And the Year Opens After a semester's tussle with tedious coding, vile and loathsome mathematical formulae and the likes, it was a just respite to be able to read again.  By that I mean delving into a fictional world whose characters you have little connection to, but can still keenly identify with fragments of their existence, their whims, their joys, their pain and the host of other emotions that shackle them.  Stewart's Multivariable Calculus 5th edition or the utterly incomprehensible Probability by that-Berkeley-professor-who-should-be-barred-from-penning-textbooks-for-now-to-eternity does not qualify as reading.  It's almost as though I was forced to revisit places I had wished to put behind me from the moment I boarded the plane.  Three consecutive viewings of Before Sunset brought me back to the charming River Seine.  And almost masochistically, my rushed purchase  of the VCD of its prequel Before Sunrise had me relive the nights spent on the empty Viennese streets illuminated by the soft warm glows of its nightlights, together with its resident memories.  More drubbing ensued with Carhart's The Piano Shop on the Left Bank (with such faithful descriptions of Paris) and most recently savoured (in half pain and half sweet remembrance), Vikram Seth's An Equal Music which had my thoughts travel from London to Vienna and finally culminating in Venice- San Marco, San Polo, Murano, and ah yes, Lido and its pristine beaches.  A book about music and a love lost, found and lost again became more of an architectural digest for me. And I ask myself what I've gained in the past couple of months, if any at all, and my answer is this- now when I  read about a man lost in thoughts, staring fixedly at the water of the Serpentine, I sense how bleak and empty his world is, I know of how it must have been a bitter separation, and he was sitting at the water thinking, brooding, really- of her.  To my friends who read this, it's been a while, and yes I'm back. "Music, such music, is a sufficient gift.  Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve?  It is enough, it is to be blessed enough to live from day to day and to hear such music- not too much, or the soul could not sustain it- from time to time." --An Equal Music, Vikram Seth Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)