des amours... dans la salle des pas perdus...

the lovers@after school


"Ne t'inquiete pas tres chere, we will swing at the samba of our hearts
that beat... that beat... as our windows open wide their shades as we
open our eyes towards one another when we meet..."


不想多寫。
這種飄渺實無法以文字形容。

i love adoration ;P

竟然有人說及我。
還有那麼多讚賞。

She is not there for your exploration --- you can only understand her with your wildest imagination. she claimed that she didn't know what's in my brain, but then i'd recommend preserving and dissecting hers after her death (let's forget about einstein's).

as a professional traveller, she can move freely to and from reality. it seems that there's a vein of melancholy in her character, but i see her as motivated and industrious --- reality is ugly, so she actively creates her own. her very own little world is colourful and surreal, probably a parisian fairy tale. her existence is a reminder of how bleak reality can be.

but you cannot jump to the conclusion that she's out of touch -- she knows what she wants and will eventually achieve it. her existence is a reminder of the numerous possibilities in life.

i've read the exchange of letters between her and her special someone. i've witnessed how my heart has been broken when she sang in her angelic voice "we only could be friends". her existence is a reminder of what romanticism really is.

her existence is a reminder of how marsians like me can survive on this planet called earth.

i am pretty sure that humankind will find its salvation if it's edine who appropriated the apple in eden that day. she'd turn it into apple juice. or even fruit punch.

i want it non-alcoholic please.

text & photo: phy

my photographer uses leica

lamma beach sunday



怎麼這麼多的巧合，我認識的你原來又認識她／他。
周日，我們一同在海邊，又一同脫光了。

我們在酒吧，他問人借一支薄荷煙。
瞇著細眼，吐著霧。
我又問人借來一支。
我又瞇著我的大眼睛，吐著霧。
這時，我的拉架攝影師忍不住問了。
你不會抽煙的對不。
於是他鼓著腮學我的不吞雲即吐霧。
於是我看著他的眼睛再瞇成一。
大口湧出了像火山般的霧團。
這時我也忍不住說了。
你也不會抽煙對不。
其實我不是不會只是不想把煙吸進去。
就像，不是不想用拉架只是不想花光身家。

親密的疏離

　　「接近誰誰都不會快樂這些我都知。」



辦公室多冷。
有多冷，
你撫我的心臟，
都沒有溫度。
我一直打字，
為那一篇沒完沒了的新聞稿，
一直裝作鎮靜地在打，
以為自己在跳一隻冷凍了的熱情探戈。
一個人。
想給你再寫一篇又一篇的情信，
又是一個人在寫。
我的午晝，
你的凌晨，
我的藍色周一，
你的快樂周日，
你的我的他的她的。
如何把线條拉緊，
再慢慢放下，
讓她垂直地貼著現實，
如何疏離地貼近花火。
我看著左面，
你的右面也伸過來。

tu me manques, toi aussi?!

照片:東京Disney Sea


煙草、咖啡因、卡樂b、陽光的溫度都無法透徹描繪出對你的想像(念)。

聽Julia Hummer。就是如此簡單。

有點語塞，還是聽歌吧。






AS SIMPLE AS CAN BE - Julia Hummer

i know some day
someone will come and say
somehow i like your style you really blow my mind
though i am grown
i still believe in love
i want you to do too
i am in love with you
aren´t you with me?

as simple as can be

i know some day
someone will come and say
i really like your style you got me running wild
the day that i saw you
i stopped taking the drugs
you are so beautiful to me it sets me free

as simple as can be

i know some day
someone will come and say
somehow i like your style
you got me running wild
the day that i saw you i stopped taking the drugs
and though i´m grown i´m so in love

as simple as can be

and you ask me what´s your name
and i say whatever you want it to be
and you say fine what´s with friend
and i say fine what´s your name
and you say friend
and then we´re friends
and you say fine now that we´re friends
and you say fine then why not dance and i say i´d like to dance and then you take my hand and then we dance
and that´s all

as simple as can be

就是懷著這樣的一種心情，我們看著眼前無際的大海。




check HER out

i love the beach. i love kobe.

由粉紅a、whitest boy alive到salsa，石澳成了我倆的舞池，下周一定要帶個手提stereo!

lets get lost

poetry doesnt fully describe. non do the senses.
lets get lost. lets get lost. chet baker sings it all

Je t'aime tres fort.
et toi?

heart harmonica

@Park 19 exhibition"trivia" 020706

found my harmonica
found my mirror
life has never been better

you are my mirror

"not only the docu is about giving a voice to these unknown musicians... it's also about giving a voice to everyone... we all deserve to tell our story, no matter how insignificant we may think it is... there is a universality in it that is so true and endearing...

I REALLY THINK WE SHOULD MEET -or- WILL BE BOUND TO MEET... We see things with such great understanding.. I think our spirit might have somehow communicated a long long time ago... through some unknown extra-dimensional sensorial space to be discovered... or we're just a two in a million who have somehow found each other by chance... but then again, in my life, be it love, be it friendship, or collaboration even with my closest friends... I have not yet seen such a similitude in tastes (isn't it strange we loved the same songs and put them on our profile...), vision, and sight..

Je t'embrasse du fond du coeur!
Ton ami, ame-soeur... virtuel....

Kai"

不能再強說愁，嘆謂細水長流多美。我還是老樣子，不用花很長時間喜歡別人，也不會花很長時間討厭著別人。
問我喜歡的電影，都是有關巧合，兩生花，before sunrise，the lovers of the artic circle，不就像我和你，鏡子與鏡子碰面的偶然反射。
七月很美很美，十月呢？

a silent sigh

沈默哽咽


你在霧中踏步離去
我看著我們之間
碎片紛紜
我別過臉
讓沈重
不再蔓延


poem @2000/2001

i should be happier

油麻地周日麻麻地 29.6.2006


ithinkishouldbehappierithinkishouldnofullstopnoquestionma
rkiknowishouldbuthowshouldidowheneverbruisesattackjustlikebluesgre
enspaklesasifnaturalgrassesbutnothinghelpssinceyouleavewhywhywhyy
ouhavetofallawaywhereareyouwhereareyoudoyouhearmedoyouwherearethe
echoesthatpullustogetherwhyitjustfailsthanksfayyuthanksahsunthanks
kobethankspinkathankspolkatosthanksmomthankseveryonebeingthemselve
sthanksthesadsongsthanksthissundaythanksyaumateiforbeingyourselfbut
butbuthowcanwefacethepastcanwefacethepresentcanyoubebymysidecanyou
justnotfallawayallofasuddenwhereistheusualintimacywhereisthelovewh
ereareyouihavethestonetheunremovablestonemaybetomorrowitwill
beheremaybenotijustwanttobeforgetfulasifihavebeenonlyinadreamonlyi
nadreamsoiknowishuldbehappiershouldi?

欲罷不能

有多久沒有收過別人給我畫作,好像已很久了,很想說我實在很喜歡別人給我送畫。故此把慾望投射,曾也給ex偶像及好友送上私人畫作。今天終於也夢想成真,還要是來自這個素未謀面的女孩,哪啦,你定是夏日最甜的那顆士多啤梨。
怎麼你的平面畫總像立體雕塑,使我想起了niki de saint phalle 那座夢寐以求的tarot garden及剛在上月去了位於韓國的那座dalki theme park 都是同樣的悅目。想說千次謝謝。

「怎麼那朵花無左架?」
「因為我偷去了。」

好吧,親愛的,謝謝你逕自偷走我的哀愁,把世界變成繽紛的波點。

if i cud choose again

the vietnamnese collage




HOME AGAIN.
lost and confused.

HOW are you?

IF i Could be able TO choose AGAIN. I would rather be only FRIENDS.
INSTEAD of strangers.






music: like those films@watine

她的名字應該是哪啦

攪不清是春日的潮濕教人騷癢,還是越南的蚊子熱情,我再累極,就是一直不爬上床,不自覺地。讓麻痺直注進肌肉,你說,你說,這是無能為力,我說,這更像是欲語還休。力不在我,只得一邊在扯,何以不被拉倒。再有能力,也只窮無處用。

她,名字依舊記不牢。名字於我不重要,都是聲勢,都是生活時有人可以稱呼自己,得一個漂亮與不漂亮的痕跡。我們的認識可只從昨日開始,遇上還彷彿是在十數天前那個平常的工作天裏,在那個虛妄世界。臉,還沒有看過,看過,也許只在虛妄世界的相簿裏頭。也許,這種細碎,本來都不怎麼重要‧

可,我知道,她,會像我第一個於巴黎流連的晚上那些似曾相識的風景,那些很大很大的窗口,一道道吊在頭頂上。我知道我們曾經見過。但這不是在曾幾,在那個年頭,又或是在這裏還是哪裏的問題。而是,空間的問題,我們差了數年時間,先後出現在這世界,卻在這天終真正遇得見。她的塗鴉,我遇然地看到了,就知道事情就是如此發生的了。

就是這種偶然的捉迷藏,偶然的喜歡。

那些人兒倒在她手上,如斯的輕省,一重又一重地捲在裏面,下一刻又見是沉重的靈魂。就是嘛,別人說的,你說我有多沈靜,我也就可以有多瘋狂。我們的相似是基於巧合,還是星星間的糾纏。怪不得,你手裏的風景都是我大腦裏走不出來的潛意識。就是這種老成的童心,一直陪我和黑暗的世界並肩,同時讓表面的光明覆蓋自己。都在你的畫內呈現,一一。

畫,就是我們之間的橋,又是鏡子。也像我給你(們)穿的裙子。我們之間互相搖擺,如果再炎熱,起碼有人懂得替你撥撥扇子,你說是不是很好,如此。Sx70、複雜、超越、拆框、女孩子、發現、長談、不眠、北京。想你那裏的天邊可能已出現日光,我們卻一直在談不靠邊的話題。你懂我的無奈,這種懂得,於我,像sinoir和我之間,那樣壯大。

仲夏七月裏的第一個炎熱天,我想我們快可見面了。那時,我想親切的喚你一聲,哪啦。
不為什麼,就是很偶然地想到你是叫這名字的,一個女子。

衰退

日近失語，心情以光影代告，甚至不見太多色彩。

彷彿是初戀

親愛的sinoir，原來以前什麼都是假的，直至我把你捧於掌心。如我還未出生的小女兒，窩心的，我知道我將會很疼你。在越南的胡志明市，我們一同出遊，雖然大家也是第一次，但彷彿已是認識好多年。雨紛絲絲的，我決意早些回酒店，獨自與妳一同分享一天的美麗時光。



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　暗舞


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　河上小孩


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　暗啞



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 法式娃兒


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　妳要滑下去麼？不。不。我陪你一同滑吧。不用了，我膽小。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　小女孩拉著我的手，我們一同走過一個又個山丘，彷彿穿越了月球。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　夏之果實


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　紫色乳牛


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　the dazed purple



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　光間之間



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　my new vietnamnese friend


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 一時光一暗印度廟內


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　透紗


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　從小巷通往



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　小火



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　cafe le frente solei


　　　　　　　　　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　燈下，我想，妳一定喜歡這裏


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　回家了



photo taken between 16/6-21/6/2006@vietnam

the murmurs of the faraway rain

細雨@胡志明市


抵達絮雨如綿綿話語傾下獨自瘋狂濕潤的大氣乾燥的身體不打開窗以鏡頭問好妳好嗎希望妳還很好

這夜一直在讓cardigans的音樂變成毒藥

Sick, tired and homeless
with no one here to sing for
tired of being weightless
for all these looking good boys

you can always say my attic has its charm
you can always say you did no major harm
you can always that summer had its charm
and that you did no major harm
oh, spare me if you please

sick, tired an sleepless
with no one else to shine for
sick of all my distress
but I won't show I'm still poor

symptoms are so deep
something here's so wrong
nothing is complete
nowhere to belong
symptoms are so deep
I think I'd better stay
here on my own
so spare me if you please


我很好，只是有點累而已。

還未實現的童話

maddening zephyr@sigur ros hong kong




噪音、電幻、爵士一直，又一直在交織，有些事情終於逼不得已地要靜下來了，然而還有一些在迴轉。
轉又轉。



還未實現的童話　thus waits this fairy tale
by AMK

似隻小貓雲際飛　　共跳起　　
fly like a kitty in a mane of clouds while jumping
幻蕩往返甜暖間　　越故地
hallucinate between sweetness and warmth while passing ancient grounds
蕙心共沈　伴小鳥詠音
virginal hearts sink while chirping with birds
清風中見指引　互蔭
guided by zephy we find shelter

伏在你肩纏髮絲　漸透支
exhaust on your shoulder while tangling your locks
倦目閉起迎我鄉　復幼稚
with listless eyes closed i childishly envision my home
失真的景緻　拋開我漾意
in my mind's eye a scene most unreal smooths my frowns
山的青　水的秀　互扣
while cliffs and clear waters bond tight


自醉中　共處休　莫理幽晚化白晝
thru drunkenness we laze, ignoring if night is morn
面貼咀　讓我偷　望你天真的憂愁
face on lips, here i steal a glance at your pensive innocence
舊意識　靜褪色　盡愛圈裡外萬某
old thoughts silently lade while philandering these and those mortal coils
浮生於一起你我進逆
floating on life together we challenge

獨對坐
face to face we sit
夢裡墮
into dreams we fall



噪音吉他的聲音不斷插進耳際，我卻以靈魂和應。

試聽MUSIC

markus says

markus says

「please don't be sad
you are not meant to be sad

some people are meant for something special and i think thats why you haven't found the the one that appriciate you're love that you have to give

i know it's hard to live in this unromantic time
i'm always lost when it comes to people, i dream too much and
when i don't find anyone that i fall head over heels for i
don't really look at anybody」


maybe due to language and cultural barrier,
sometimes i do not think i really understand markus.
i feel the way he is instead.
and he feels the way i feel somehow.
most of the time, we are like chatting on the sand.
indeed who really cares about the ground which is touchably untouchable.
thanks for being there, markus.
and letting me know i am not the only hardcore romanticist in this world.
claps to you dear