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Don't read this, Please stop right now, there is nothing to read here, but I do admire your persistent, because there is clearly no content in this and yet you still hang on to it. I start to respect you at this point however stop being a fool. If you hang on I might tell you a secret. By the time you read this you could have spent the extra 30 seconds of your precious life on something more worthy than reading this nonsense contentless entry. Sometimes life is just full of choice, should I give up now because I can see no point in this, or should I keep my faith in it since I have invested time in it already? It is like waiting for a bus innit? I am a virgin. When you wait for it it never comes, when you turn your back and walked a distance it arrives without a sound, gracefully without making a fuss. Who made the effort of reading all this? who can tell me what secret I have told you?

testing testing

this is my blog, i am showing mtg actor how to use my blog, how to put entries on my blog

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上班

嘿，我知我是太久沒有更新網誌了，還不知有沒有人在看。

還不是因為太多的其他social networking device, 又twitter又facebook又wave。一下子太容易發表片言隻語，意念都全被消磨，寫不成比較長篇的網誌了。

有些事還是不能用一百四十個字來表達的，就好似我這兩個星期的上班生活。工作的劇團中的演員都有學習障礙，也有自閉症，唐氏綜合症等。當中有部分是在訓練中的學生，有部分是專業演員，會參與national tour, 演出BBC節目及電影等。「特殊教育／戲劇」或許不是我的專長，但我相信人們能透過劇場溝通，而在戲劇世界中我們可以創造出一個不存在的世界，一個還未在社會中實現的世界。好像楊秉基在《等待明光》中的處理，演員看不到嗎？在台上鋪上引路徑，令他憑著足底的感覺，把路看得和大家一樣清楚。演員有讀寫障礙不懂讀劇本嗎？我們就把它錄了音吧。演員只能說到單字嗎？讓他用文字以外的語言表達吧。每個人都有發展個人才能的機會，社會應負起給予每個人相同起點的責任。這個如此社會福利主義的說法，恐怕我說不下去了。

總之，實實在在追求理想的感覺真好。

Victoria

It's our beautiful harbour, again

post-show blues... or not

The show is done. It was only yesterday, and it feels like ages. It feels so distant. This is my favourite matephor: it feels like a dream.
I congraduate myself on being able to annoyed some people, and impressed other by doing exactly the same thing. I am so glad that I turn out not being too ridiculous, and stupid. I promise, I will only get better from now on.
Thats all for now, I know i am lasy

ps. the key on my keyboard for the last alphabet is officially dead. pardon me when i use "s" instead of the alphabet that cannot be typed.

Happy Birthday my love

Today is my love's birthday, but I didn't send anything, I have even missed his call. I tried to call back, but it couldn't get through.

I feel guilty and rubbish. I really feel sad. Am I not a competent girlfriend? Among my mates, I am always the one who is not sensetive about birthdays, and I am sometimes blamed as heartless. Well, now it proves that I am not putting boys before friends, I am just so insensitive... maybe not caring... but I cannot admit that I am not caring. I may be careless, but I am not care-less. I do care, I do care a lot. First of all, I do remember. Secondly, as I have written down a week ago in Chinese, I planned to do sth.

Birthday is the most important day for a person, because one wouldn't have existed without a birthday. That's why I know I shouldn't be down on this important day of my beloved one. I am grateful that the day has brought my beloved to life, and his family as well. This should be a day for me to celebrate, a baby was born on this day who has grown into a lovely man.

My love, I wish you a fabulous year, and more fabulous years to come.

yours,
Joyce

Bad habbit

Sense of uneasiness is creeping on me again... There seems a lot to be done, tasks and feelings get mixed up together in a bundle, which I am too frightened to disentangle. Such feelings paralyzed me, knots in the bundle are then tied up even tighter.

It makes me feel like a loser.

mass dance

Have seen this T-mobile dance earlier this year, think it was brilliant and a lot of fun



now somebody has used the same idea to pay tribute to MJ. So tempted to do the same in HK...

reminder

明天要寫封信並寄出
一星期後便是他生日了

Country road take me home to the place where I belong

Me: I am gonna be back to England late Aug...

Friend: Since when you are going "back" to England instead of going "to" England???

Well, it's such an ideological question. I guess it was since when I have somewhere to belong. Isn't it just great to have somewhere you can go back to all the time? I am going back to HK, and then I am going back to England. Always feeling like home, always feeling belonged. Isn't it great to be a bird without legs?

Its difficult

Creating a theatre piece is a long process... its not like building a house, which you pile bricks on top of bricks, stacking it up and seeing it getting closer to finish. if it is compared to building a house, it means u'll have to pile up bricks, go away and look at it from a distance, knock it down and pick the bricks you want from the debris, build the whole thing again, go away and look at it, and repeat the whole thing again until..... then time is up....

there is no limit to "beauty"/ "sublime". we always say time's not enough, or we could do better given more time, and which is always true. therefore we can only constrain ourselve to time limit. we, or I, always blame the time. It turns out to be an existential problem...... ???

____________________________

Google Street really does help to ease homesick

shedding piercing

It sounds horrible, and impossible, but it is exactly what happens to me. I predict in 1 week's time, my beloved momerable eyebrow piercing is biding me farewel. I think this case can be conuted as an urban legend.

It's a massive shame, as I still like it so much. It's a saddening shame, as I did it for my 24th birthday. It's like losing a gift.

I don't know, I may do it again. Or I might get a tattoo somewhere, in case a replacement piercing may shed too. Or will I just shed my skin to get rid of the tattoo as well?

I start to be convinced that my recovering ablity is impressive. What happen now is, like, expelling external matelic object by growing flesh that fills the punched hole.

苦悶又來襲

苦悶又來襲

很多時, 在香港不忙時就會覺得很悶. 回港的這幾天, 都是是旦旦隔離一下自己. 又可能是時差, 整天感覺怪怪的. 不是完全沒事做, 但是有事提不起勁做...

好, 寫下一個工作表, 提醒下自己:

- 申請VISA
- 申請獎學金
- 寫THESIS
- 寫劇本
- 排戲/製作

好了, 大致是這樣.
BOB教我的, 找一張白紙, 寫詳細的每一步. 然後每做好一步就劃一劃, 感覺就會有成功感一點.

殘酷劇場

"殘酷"應該不是形容殘酷劇場最好的詞語

這裡的"殘酷"不是指血腥, 暴力或是折磨, 而是指最赤裸裸, 最直接的現實呈現. 在殘酷劇場裡, 我們已不想再用被形式及社會馴服了的符號所控制. 我們想創造出一套人與人之間能直接感通的詞彙. 不再用玫瑰代表愛情, 白色代表純潔, 月亮代表我的心.

就是因為這樣, 我們已沒有一個字詞能正確表達出什麼叫"殘酷劇場". 如果要讀懂莎士比亞, 代表先要學好你的英語, 那麼能讀莎士比亞就代表你是人上人. 如果要懂看劇場, 代表先要接受劇場形式洗禮, 那麼戲劇欣賞代表戲劇只是少眾人的玩意. 那麼我們並不需要劇場, 或者說, 劇場不是必要的. 因為我們還有電影, 小說, 音樂......

但劇場並不是這樣的. 在劇場裡, 觀眾與演員共同擁有的是人類的身體. 無論你讀幾多書, 你傷心時會想哭, 無論你幾有錢, 被打時會痛. 就如當你看見別人吃酸梅時, 你不期然分泌出口沫. 我知道, 如果你是要不聽, 我講幾多都沒有用. 但如果我打你, 你無辦法不痛. 在劇場裡, 我不會打人, 但我們希望尋找出一套劇場語言, 令你無法躲避, 無法不作出反應.

我在列斯天氣晴

回到LEEDS了

朝早起身, 就聽到鳥兒在歌唱, 太陽伯伯高高掛在天空, 向著我們微笑, 萬里無雲, 涼風送爽

LEEDS SWEET LEEDS

迷失

我真的不明白, 為什麼我會不斷在家唔見野

今天開始執行李, 發現(真的)不見了i pod, 太陽眼鏡, 眉鉗, 指甲鉗, 一件從公司拿回來的冷衫, 及其他無數衫...

我真的不明白, 為什麼這個家已沒有我的生活空間了. 好像連間屋也蝦我, 一步一步收埋我的東西, 好像要令我知難而退. 房間裡的衣櫃已沒有我的衫, 或者(在裡面但)已不可能找到我的衫. 於是我的衣物一是留在行李箱內, 二是都要放在床頭的書架上. 於是床頭上書架的書都要被丟掉, 或是存放在阿爸的公司. 於是要找的書往往又找不到... 有幾頭住家, 還是沒有住家, 似有還無.

piled higher and deeper

people "pleaded" me not to do an Phd.
This comic strip is called "Piled Higher and Deeper", the "phd comic".

lmao

sweet

I really love the Mighty Boosh
Unfortunately the BBC discovered the channel of the person who had uploaded the whole series, and then youtube deleted that person's account.

this one survived. cos it was independently made.
this is one of the most brilliantly made short film i have seen ever.
within 10 mins, complete plot, colourful characters, imaginative story.
recommand

SWEET




i simply love noel's accent, 100% cuteness

I am not feeling so well

I hate sneezing all day
I hate itchy nose
I hate rubbing my nose all day
I hate snort
I hate blowing my nose all day

I hate dust
I hate dirt

weird dreams

The shaky hand boy photo


I had a weird dream last night.

In the dream, i was in a hurry to catch my flight. It starts with me and my friends were going on kind of an exchange trip to a temple museum. I was with my pink suitcase, some other soft packs and a long hard case with an musical instrument inside. As a guest, I stayed in one of the galleries in the museum for one night. For some reason and other plots that I have forgotten, It was quater past 6 and my flight leave quater to 10. I was in a hurry to pack up my things however I was not allowed into the gallery to pack up, because there is a special exhibition in the gallery which only allows male visitors... and then g man (a real life fmtp person) appeared and I asked him to collect my things. However, the museum is like very complex and large so that he gave up finding his way to the gallery. At last, I determined to do it myself. When I approach the gallery counter, staff asked me to wear a special costume which looked like some kimono. Before I went in, a female staff talked to me in manderin, but I could understand nothing. I asked her to repeat but still incomprehensable. I suddenly realized that she asked me to pay for the kimono. So I asked her to put it on my bill. G man was with me. When we collected my things, we tried to go back downstairs through the slit through the crack underneath a matress. However, the hard case was appearantly too large so we decided to use the lift.

The dream was non-sense. But I am amazed at how well I can remember it. It is what worth writing.

Weird dreams xxx