Sunday, May 30, 2004
What am I doing ?
We (Mr. B and I) talked on phone. I wanted a conversation before the actual gathering so I suggested a psychic test for him. We talked quite a lot after the test but I had the feeling that we can't be the same as before. Everything has changed. I think we are going to meet the coming Monday. I have to go although not really to.
Dream - A Car Crash
I had a dream which I couldn't find a word but "dream" to describe...
Last night, I icqed with Mr. B, an ex. We icq quite frequently recently. I told him that I had a hair cut and he said that he want to see it. He suggested to come to my home, have a dinner, to see my new look, to pack his stuff back.
It's been a month we haven't contact each other since we broke up at the end of March. He left some stuff at my home. At first, he say "No" to anything: hugs (at one time, I felt lonely and had that silly suggestion), meeting (no more dating, maybe) and getting his stuff back. He didn't say "No" actually, but seemed reluctant to all my suggestions whichever involves meeting face-to-face. However, he asked about his stuff recently, and it's my turn to be reluctant. Yes, I want to keep the situation - I keep his stuff, never really meet each other but keep contact as emails and icqs. I want to keep the feeling of somewhat between lovers and friends. Or, I don't want to face the fact that he's classed me to a normal female friend. Or, I don't want to know how nice the way he would be to a female friend. He's nice to every girl, yet I don't want to be one of them. I've ever been 'the only one' (not 'one of them') and it's hard to face the change.
I couldn't say "No", as I have no excuse, to the date. "Are you not ready for the meeting?" he asked me yesterday. I didn't answer but dragged the conversation (chat, we were on icq) elsewhere. Yes, I'm not ready yet. I knew at the time he suggested the date. But, I can't tell him I miss him because I am the one who failled him. Moreover, I don't know my mind at all. I can't distinguish between 'missing / loving' and 'having trouble with other guy / feeling lonely'. I don't want to give him (and myself) hope and kill it later some time although that's an unknown. I'm damn and poor.
I went to bed with my heart heavy as lead, sunk into the very bottem of my mind, dark and cold.
'I was walking across the road. My mind went blank suddenly and stopped in the middle of the road. A speedy car crash into me at that moment.' I saw this at the time I closed my eyes, tried to sleep. I woke and closed my eyes again, and again. But, the 'dream' just repeat and repeat... It was so vivid. I didn't see myself but I was myself in that 'dream'! After about 4 of 5 times, I was tired to sleep finally.
Dream Book
Walking is an indication that we want to move forward, to explore life and all that it offers. (I stopped walking in my dream.) If we are walking purposefully then we know where we are going but if we are ambling aimlessly, then we are being told that it's time to create goals for ourselves. (I just don't want to walk on when my mind went empty.)
Dreaming of accidents may be a warning in the real world.
My Life
Just like the dream, I don't know where to go and what to do. Or, I am just dodging, from the real world. There shall be something happen to stop me from lingering over my life in the near future.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Hair Cut
I had a hair cut today. It's a big change in appearance.
In the morning, I still have long hair hanging over my back. But, about 85% (or more) became cut and I was a cute (not femiline any more) gal walking out of the salon.
Yes, it's a big change. But, if you ask me why, I would say that's nothing special. I merely want a new hair style. Yet, I didn't expect anything at the time I step in the salon. All the decisions were made by my hair-stylist, Chun. I've been asking him for hair-styling for almost 10 years. (Yes, I had a shock counting the years! The first time I went to his salon was at my 7th Form - 1994! Wow!) I trust him very much although I only go to his salon once or twice a year. Everytime he want something new on me. I never say 'No', yet they (the stylings) never fail me. I didn't have a repeated styling every visit to Chun's in these 10 years. Therefore, I just let Chun to decide every time.
In these 10 years, there were only three times I let some others to style my hair. The first time, Chun was extremely busy and he asked his first pupil to touch my hair. I went home with my face darken, and went back for another hair cut about two months later. Since then, Chun and I knew that only he can touch my hair. The second time, I went to Esprit Salon, just because I had coupons. I gained 15 years in age stepping out there! It was terrible! I'll never go there again! Never! The third time, I didn't have much time (Chun's Salon is in Tai Wai. It takes 40 minutes to get there.), so I went to a salon near home. I only had a 'slight cut' so that it ressembled the original hair cut of Chun's.
It's been a year since my last visit to his salon. Yet, of course, he recognised my face. "Ah ... just like meeting an old friend." It was so warm he said this to me, smiling, unexpectedly. Yes, ours is more than a B to C relationship.
(TBC. Want to know more? Chun and I; Chun's 2nd pupil and I. Keep updating.)
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Dream - Violin
I learnt violin a few years ago, yet I quited only after 7 lessons. What a shame ... It was lazy which drove me out from the instrument. (Luckily, I've passed my Grade 8 piano exam few years ago ...)
I dreamt of having a violin last night.
In the dream, I brought a violin. I asked the vender for a 7/8 size. But, he (or she, the dream didn't show the salesperson) gave me one of the size much smaller than 7/8. I was quite sure about that. I had had a full sized one before and there was an inch to go when I was trying to play a full bow. Yet, with this violin, I finished playing a full bow with only after half movement of my full arm. I argued that the violin was not of the size I ordered but no one answered me ... and, I heard nothing when I played.
Dream Book
Violins say to the dreamer, 'Relax. You are the centre of a warm, loving family and our financial affairs are in perfect order.' If the violin is more fiddle than Stradivarius, that message is reinforced and as a bonus, a trip overseas will soon create a happy diversion from the humdrum everyday living. When a young woman dreams that she is making sweet music on a voilin she can expect an honour of some sort, accompanied by rich gifts. But if her music is out of tune, then she will soon find herself falling out of favour with her friends and the things to which she aspires will never be hers.
# Antonio Stradivari was born in 1644 and set up his shop in Cremona, Italy, where he made violins and other stringed instruments (harps, guitars, violas and cellos) until his death in 1737. He took a basic concept for the violin and refined its geometry and design to produce an instrument which has served violin makers ever since as the standard to strive for. His violins sang as none had before them, with a clearer voice and greater volume, and with a pureness of tone which made them seem almost alive in the hands of a great violinist. His was one of three great families of violin makers in Cremona during the 1700s and 1800s, the other two being those of Guarneri and Amati, but Stradivari’s violins have been judged by history to be the best. Two of Stradivari’s sons continued his work after his death.
Every Strad was made entirely by hand, with a painstaking care devoted to the selection of woods and even the texture of the finishing varnishes. This was no assembly-line operation, and the best estimates have Antonio producing no more than around 1,100 instruments, including the violins, in his entire lifetime. Of these, an estimated 630 to 650 still survive the more than 250 years since they were made. 512 of these survivors are violins. Many others were destroyed in fires or other accidents, were lost at sea or in floods, and some were destroyed by the fire-bombing of Dresden in World War II. Virtually none are unaccounted for. Today a genuine Strad is worth two to three million dollars.
My Life
Thanks god that it's a good dream and that implies weath. Actually, It's more likely that I am the centre of a warm, loving family (of my boyfriend's world) and our (his, in fact,) financial affairs are in perfect order. And, it's true that we are having a trip overseas soon. I hope it will surely create a happy diversion from the humdrum everyday living.
Monday, May 24, 2004
史力加2
剛剛看了史力加2。橋段很創新，CG亦很細緻，不過還是有一丁點失望…
續集加入了新角色，這成為了她的新元素。新角色有上集沒見過的費安娜公主的父皇母后、仙女教母(《灰姑娘》)、魅力王子同埋貓咪(好似叫畢斯的，因為他的名字只出現過一次，之後都一直叫「貓咪」，是《穿長靴的貓》主角)。今次仙女是壞疍，利用詭計令自己的兒子(魅力王子)與費安娜結婚繼而成為國王…
此外，故事亦加入不少小配角及「串星」，例如三隻盲老鼠、三隻小豬、小木偶、薑餅人、豺狼(《小紅帽》)、魔鏡、小矮人、美人魚、小仙子(會發光的，像Peter Pan的「女朋友」)、鐵勾船長、樹精(《Lord of the Rings》)、睡公主…故事到最後，父皇竟然是青蛙王子，而壞疍仙女教母就變成氣泡消失(美人魚的情節)。
故事算是新奇，只可惜配音的角色安排很不當。張偉健繼續當驢友當然是理想之至，反之杜汶澤配史力加更是一個很大的失誤。杜汶澤的聲線不夠厚，與張偉健屬同一類的「跳皮聲線」，加上他又沒有換腔(扮聲)，根本就帶不出他們兩個的角色的特質。沒換腔也不說罷了，杜汶澤根本就沒有用心配音！他只是用了自己平常的性格來演史力加，就連他平日的口頭蟬也般進對白了！今次的史力加就只不過是填了顏色的杜汶澤…至於張偉健嘛，可能是因為驢友的出場少了，對白也更少了，令他帶不上氣氛了…我本人覺得史力加的配音浪費了張偉健。其他的人都由一些「普通人」來配音亦是其中令我失望的原因(這裏的「普通人」是指一般配音從業員)。其實，每個角色的對白實在太分散兼過短，令到角色不夠突出…除此之外，(小角不理算了，)配角至少找個好好睇睇的。公主、父皇、母后、魅力王子人格不明顯，有些亦見其外觀亦「夠分」的什麼人配都可以，但是仙女教母和貓咪這兩個角色都用「普通人」配就太可惜了…仙女教母是大反派卻配上廿來歲的女聲(因為要唱幾首短歌)；貓咪是加入來要搶驢友戲的，則只是配普通的聲線，一點都不突出。如果仙女教母可請杜麗莎配，而貓咪則由一些新晉男歌星或找個會「扮聲」的配音員會更好。可能是擋期的問題罷，如果《史力加2》安排在暑期上映，相信代理商會邀請多一些有名氣或更專業的配音員當配音工作。
要我給一個結論，片是值得一看的，但是若然各下重點是要欣賞配音的話，我會建議你找平票或看影碟好了。
New !
Do you like my new template? Green grass in the morn.
Saturday, May 22, 2004
Dream - A cat
Few days ago, I dreamt of one of my student giving me a cat to look after. It's a lovely over-sized kitten (sizing as a little tiger). It has dark brown fur, tiger print. It didn't scratch nor nuzzle me.
Dream book:
Kittens (I think it's a kitten although very big in size) are symbolic of joy and peace and harmony in the home.
Scratch is an unlucky portent.
Nuzzle suggests treachery and deceit are on the cards (gambling).
My Life: Nothing special till now.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Part III A Dream
At that night which disappointments kept tapping my shoulder, I had a weird dream...
Couldn't remember whom I was talking to, I felt something droping out of my mouth suddenly. It was my tongue! I was cut half-way though the middle from the side to the center, hanging. No pain and no fear, I hold it out and check what's wrong with it. It didn't need a mirror for me. I merely can see my tongue as if I had an eye inside my throat.
Sooner, I don't know why, I cut the tongue out by a pair of scissors or a knife, something like that. Maybe I just don't like the feeling of "hanging". Still, no pain and no fear.
At the moment I cut my tongue out, I realized that I should "sew" it back to the original position rather than cutting it out... (Yes, I didn't have the idea of "mending".) I started searching for needle and thread.
I walked here and there, with my tongue holding in my hand. I ask everyone by passed (and I showed them my tongue for fun! 
) but none of them know where I should look for. Without a "whole" tongue, I couldn't speak well...
"Ai Ai, ue OO ef yiyo an heatt?... Ah, ai ab hutt ai ung outt ... ogg!"
(Hey hey, do you have needle and thread? I have cut my tongue out ... look!)
「哎，ei ou 冇鵪獻呀﹖我錢果hiu ei hutt ei呀，ei矮亞！」
(喂，你有冇針線呀﹖我剪左條脷出來啊…你睇下！)
I wasn't nervous - relax, you may say, at the beginning. However, needle and thread is nowhere at last. Fire start burning in my heart. I put the tongue back so that the cut ends face to each other in the right way, hoping they can "stick" and "grow" back to the original shape. Yet, it didn't help and it's felt that there was merely a big piece of meat (bigger than the original size of my tongue) crammed in my mouth. Steps were getting faster and faster ... I woke in that very morning, with my face stuffed into the pillow and my tongue was pushing hard on the back of my front teeth. (May be that's why I felt the "meat".)
It was yet too early for my day. With the cut-tongue still in my mind, I decided to sleep again, hoping for a happy ending for my tongue.
Yeah! I did really went back to the dream (with my tongue in my mouth.) ! I repeat the steps - to walk here and there and ask. ... At last, the alarm clock rang and my tongue was still stuffed in my mouth, needing to be sewed.
The dream book:
Tongue belongs to dreamer is unwelcome in the dream landscape for it tell that for some reason friends will frown on the dreamer and that unless the dreamer mends his or her ways, then friendships may well start to evaporate.
The dreamer's pain suggests that some trivial action will lead to regrets that are out of all proportion.
My real life:
I didn't notice any friendship or relationship evaporate, but that with Mr. J. (I did thought of a broke up between us.)
Dear friends, please let me know if you know that our (between you and me) relationship is fading.
There was no pain in my dream. Does that mean there won't be any regret?
Monday, May 10, 2004
Part II A Concert
After a fine dine, there was just 10 minutes to the concert. So, we rushed to the venue which is three blocks away. We were nearly late upon arrival, and I urged to get inside but Mr. C insist that the show would begin a few minutes behind, and, most of all, he wanted to go to the washroom before the show (he'd gone to the No. 1 an hour ago & I's sure that there will be a break in the middle of the concert). Yet, he insisted and we became late-comers. Do you know how rude a late-comer is? I never do so as I'm "cultivated"! Anxiety burst when I saw the theatre assistants closed the entrance. I did really want to pay C a slap on his face when he came out from the washroom 30 seconds after that.
Becoming a late-comer didn't really spoil the night, but a "hyperactive" boy and a soft mother did! There was a boy of primary 1 or 2 sat next to me. He kept moving back and forth, right and left, talking and yelling over the first half of the concert! Yet, his mother was too soft to stop him ... I really got mad and, of course, I snared at him, every time he had a move that was too much to tolerate. Finally, near the end of the first section, he's done a good job - he attracted a theatre assistant, standing 3 metres away at the aisle. I quickly caught the assistant's attention by throwing him a sorrow expression followed by a disgusting glaze to that "hyper" boy immediately. That "shit" and his mother realized their situation finally. They were so lucky that it's been the last 10 minutes to the break. I had planned to ask the assistant to pick them out of the concert hall during the light-out break between pieces. (Know what? You can really ask a theatre assistant to pick someone out of your area if he or she does disturb the show. Usually, they'll ask that damn person to sit at some desert area or the disabled seats.
There came the break only after 2 pieces and only the first one with Fou T'song's piano part! I had a intuition that the concert was going to be a short one...
We found that there were two empty seats in our row, nearer the center. That's luck. I suggested to sit there or ask the couple next to us to sit there and we move to their seats so that I could keep more distance from the hyper-boy. Yet, Mr. C refused. His face told me that it's embarrassing doing that (to sit there or ask). Oh! That's natural moving to an empty place which is better, and it's been the middle of the show! I would frankly ask them to change a seat and tell them that I don't want to sit next to a annoying boy. Lucky that the couple decided to move a seat inside the empty seat. Of course, I forced Mr. C to move, too. At the time I started the move, I gave another angry snar to the boy and said, "Sigh, I've had enough of that boy, he's so disturbing," so 'quiet' that he and his mother could hear me. Understandingly, "Hyper" and his mother didn't follow our movement and I enjoyed a few more minutes of traquility. (He soon couldn't control himself...)
There were another 2 pieces in the second part, and only the first one with Fou's piano. No!!!!!!!!!!!!! The pieces he chose were far too plain and non-technique-intensive, and there was slips, although very few. The worst was - there was no encoure section! I know, Fou is old and he's been suffering illness in finger juncts recent years and he might thing it's improper for his mood to have an encoure play after the slips... But, a concert will no encoure section was really a defected one... Of course, the orchestra didn't give an encoure piece, too, as a respect to Fou.
Sigh, I don't think Fou would give another concert again. He's 70 already.
Saturday, May 08, 2004
A Dinner, A Concert, A Dream – A Night
Part I A Dinner
23 April 2004
It’s been a normal Friday that day. I taught the piano as usual but finished earlier because I have to attend a concert – Fou Ts’ong 70th Birthday Celebration Concert: Piano + Orchestra in City Hall. I went with Mr. C. This is the first time for him to attend a Classical music concert. He’s very excited and tense, I would say so.
We had a quick dinner at Mezz in Central. Mezz serves European cuisine. We ordered set dinners, $5xx each. (Wow! Yes, expensive. But it’s 50% off using AE card.) We had free bread (it’s free if you order food, and is refillable) with cheese spread. It’s so tasty that I had a second piece while expecting the dishes!
We order two completely different sets of dinner: shrimp & ravioli; cream soup of unknown vegetables & mushroom clear soup; beef & seafood pasta; citrus sorbet & chocolate dessert. Well, it’s been very lucky that I had an AE card as the food was not as good as expected; it didn’t worth $1,2xx for such food despite the atmosphere is quite good there.
At the end, the dinner was billed $610.