My Baptized Boys

You cannot know who I am.

They are so me.

You talking to me?

You talking to me?
You talking to me?
No, we do not even talk.

You know how we talk?
We know how two ego person talk?
We know how two stubborn person talk?

They know:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf2S7kKLtEQ&feature=fvw

與李白將進酒

黃金戰衣誰不想
丹心英雄誰來做
痴情兒女誰家有
月明星稀誰能到

Coco Chanel's quotes

"Fashion has become a joke. The designers have forgotten that there are women inside the dresses. Most women dress for men and want to be admired. But they must also be able to move, to get into a car without bursting their seams! Clothes must have a natural shape."

Is this joke repeating?
How many shoes have hurt you?
How many shoes designers can feel and touch you?
Just like somebody saying LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, but hurting you.

People like to collect the feeling of hurt or ...
People are still doing anything for being admired.
For those without character, it just better than nothing.
(Anyway, whatever they are wearing, just dull. Right?)

p.s.: The point of view, US Vogue, has touched me. It would be better if "America" is deleted, you are universal. Right?

Losing daily function

I do not know what I can do.
I just do not want to repeat the story of “The Happy Prince”.
I just do not allow any sorrow on your face, you should be the “Happy” Prince.

All I want to say is ... I really care about you.
They have gave you happy, I have gave you sorrow.
Therefore, I think you can choose the happy road.

I do not know how God writing the script.
He is always writing the especially difficult path for me to play.
He will happy when we are sad. Shall we ignore him a moment?

Shall we play the things we can do?
There are thousand of things we have not done together.
Anything I can do for you, I do it for you.

yes ...
no ...
yes ...
no ...

Wine or wise

Stubborn or native ...
Emotion or romantic ...

Anna, please give me a little wine or wise.

Two boys ...

Two boys ...
Two boys are comforting my collapsed heart ... if I have a heart.

Little boy ...

How can you betray Imagination?
I will not do any betraying thing, my loyalty to imagination.
You will forget all the things I have done for you.

You will forget how I feel you.
You will forget how I live with you.
I am nobody; I have no body ... which blocked imagination.

God send me to you for bringing feeling and imagination.
God send me to you not for sorrow.
I do not talking about my sorrow which is not less than you are. Who need to know?

Yes, I am a rock, I am Table Mountain.
There are only colder air, devil and a local pirate.
There is no flower to pick.

Nobody will carry a mountain.
You may go to every garden to pick the freshest flower,
You may carry different flower everyday in everywhere.

I am always here.
I am wearing the dress of light at the midnight in the Sahara Desert.
I am wearing the dress of wind in the northern lights.





Have you really read me …
You do not know how I devoted to you …

彌敦道上的海報

一個月前, 我遇到了一個奇景.
在夜總會海報上竟然是一個穿著圓領衣服的純樸女子, 而並不是二十年來慣常表情與身材誇張的一種.

當夜總會海報上女子穿圓領衣時, 代表肉體更不能賣錢的時候. 文明、經濟、政治及宗教不能得到安全感的時代, 人們渴望的是溫柔婉若. 這個時候, 有反應的是一間香港夜總會.

前兩天就應驗了這個想法 -- 【花花公子】在放盤. 有一個時裝工業國家的時裝雜誌編輯仍然在賣【身】, 而且是沒有美感的【身】.

在這樣的時代有這樣的編輯,
在這樣的時代有這樣的老板.

sfumato

At first, I cannot explain that there is special feeling from the CHANEL Paris Moscow photo.
After I read the explanation of "sfumato", I found that they have common expression.


“The dim outline and the soft lush color, can cause a form to swallow mutually with another melt, and leaves behind some leeway for the view imagination.”
Quoted from The story of art.

You know ... human is démodé if they cannot read.

To naughty boy,

Enjoy, we are not last for 15 seconds, dear.
Enjoy, we are more than 140 words, dear.
We would not write to each other in all capital letter.

You know, I combed your hair before two hundred years.
You know, you washed my hand before four hundred years.
So, time and place doesn't really matter.

Time to smile, killer.
Time to drink, Anna.
Time to feel better.

Imagination and feeling does really matter.
Actually, I wish I could write in paper
and post you a letter.

from,
1817


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZXZioSWUkc&feature=related

God's game (2)

SECOND CHAPTER

IT happened in THIS wise -

...........

I will make a third trial, without erasing this second failure, protesting that it is not my design to conceal any of my infirmities, whether they be of head or heart.

THIRD CHAPTER

NOT as yet directly aiming at how it came to pass, I will come upon it by degrees. The natural manner, after all, for God knows that is how it came upon me.

..........


Charles knew that this is the game of God, not the game of us.
God is playing a game.
So, what should I do, whether they be of head or heart.
Just leave it to god who plays the writing.

God's game

God is going to make me die,
Therefore, he is making me crazy.

What have I done to deserve it?
Only person I can blame is I.

Who can dictate my soul ...
A “Lord” dictated my soul a hundred years ago.

You make me cry ...

What is more than love?

You still love him even he is getting fat.
You still bring him a rose when he was clearing the road.
You still think of him when he is in jail.
People have put his face on the fake notes.

Thank you, Susan.
http://www.thespoof.com/news/spoof.cfm?headline=s2i52561

How green are “Green”?

I heard that a baby could be killed by hungry in every five second.
I heard that Green people has talked about "green" sex.

Green is no sex and sex is not green. Sex is reproduction of human which killing human in chronic suicide way. It is violence than SAR, swine flu or AIDS that human do not like to admit.

Green Sex Tips are talking about giving gift and drinking juice/wine. Will the gift and wine bottle become souvenir or going to the dustbin after sex? The most important last point is "Meet that special green lover". That is the actual reason from the bottom of Green's heart ...

How green are you if you told me you are green?
How punk are you if you told me you are punk?

That is the reason I like Gay people; they can minimize the reproduction of human and do not want to have sex with me. We can talk and have fun as a child, just because I like you. Sex has blocked all kind of imagination, just like only one channel in the radio.

Somebody please send green people to the Third World if they can help.




photo from:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/travel/best_of_britain/article6162468.ece

Guess who?

Time to exercise your brain. Someone call herself fashion designer.

Hint 1: She is wearing the same mask since a decade ago. Who is wearing the same mask for such a long time like her? Yes, Mr. McDonald. However, Mr. McDonald is disappeared few years ago.

Maybe she has been so busy in the Museums, and then she has no time to look at the mirror or fashion magazine. She keeps put the make up on repeatedly without removing since last ten years. The scariest thing is you can see her mask in her advertisement. Anybody would like to diet or vomit, please keep her advertisement in your handbag.

Hint 2: Even Toys R Us cannot accept her (this) season yellow lace plastic bag, either the design or quality, I am wondering how this yellow lace bag born. The only reason that plastic bag style is for matching her make up.

Hint 3: The most interesting game is cutting out her last three or five (F/W) seasons as a card game. Draw one card and guess the clothing is under which season! I found this game can get more exciting if add up to her last ten (F/W) seasons. This is amusing for a designer who playing the same trick in her own collection. I understand why you can find accessory / handbag easier than clothing in her shop.

She owes me a big cheque since no business consultant dare to tell you the truth and then the consultant keeps receiving her cheque.

from the tricky,

Bloody reality

What have you done when I am fighting with bloody reality?

I have been waking up by your mother every day before dawn.
She was slapping me: “Bloody childish! Bloody serious!”
At the same time, I saw FATE, he was laughing at me: The result is the same whatever you have wrote.
Actually, I found that she is so nice to me. Only your mother can understand this unexplainable story.

One day, Yves came to my bed when your mother was slapping me.
He wants to touch me.
Your mother said in a flat tone: How dare you! You want to touch a psychopath? This is only a crashed body.
Yves: I just need a body. Who care about the soul?
Then your mother slapped Yves in a bloody seriously way. Yves was going to escape and your mother was chasing Yves for a bigger slap.
Your mother has not came to slap me recently, may be she has found someone else to slap.

After that day, I become a bloody human.
Pet Shop Boy said: Rent, pay the rent, human.
Then I started to eat (even I do not want to, but Pet Shop Boy said: you look like a dead human) and answer those mechanical and unpractical interviews.

They asked: What is your five years plan?
I answered in my mind: Is anybody still planning for five years? Do you want a dramatic answer? I can give you.
They asked: What is your strength?
I answered in my mind: My strength is something you cannot accept since this is unlimited.
They asked: What is your weakness?
I answered in my mind: Do human understand their weakness during last five thousand years?

I asked myself: Why human always making trouble for themselves?
I heard a song when I faded out from my body.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xLmL4nNv4w


I asked Bob: How can you see the moonlight? There is only light of LCD in the earth.
Bob: You can read her and then you can feel her.

Bob, maybe I can walk with you.
Won't you meet me out in the moonlight alone

石頭記

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX3fUeBEseM&feature=related

The Best Picture Winner is

http://www.ywyfilm.com/

, but not the story that already played twenty years ago in Asia.

Electroencephalogram is working

I can hear you...

I woke up when you were writing my name...

Electroencephalogram is working
Some body from Yale, please catch me.

Fairy without wing

Dear little prince,

You know I am a fairy without wing.
I can only walk around in the garden.
I cannot fly.

You know I am waiting for you.
I can only write to you.
I do not know when I can meet you.

Vincent told me that:
"I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate."
Fate let me to know you, I do not know can fate bring me to you.

You can see I am opening my arms.
I can do is writing, painting and thinking of you.
Fate may allow, fate may not allow...

You are prince
You can fly across the sky
Fly to me...

The hill is hidden in the mist.

You like the mist covering me so gentle.
You like the mist infiltrating me so softly.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is
You don't have to touch it to feel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cxd3OS8QvfU&feature=related

the best love song

Bedtime stories

dull

or

cool

or

allured by legend

Who can describe a Mona Lisa painting?

"Véronique Branquinho has a small, discreet window on menswear - a woman designer's take on masculine normality. But it was a mistake for her to show in such a large venue her neat wrap coats in textured hues, her patterned knits and her witty padded nylon jackets printed with images of fur. With Oriental carpets on the floor and a blasting live band, the subtlety of her vision of a straight male wardrobe with a hint of film noir just faded away."

Quoted from:
http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/01/23/style/rdries.4-414567.php?page=1


Can you understand what she talking about without a picture?



From capitalism to communism?
By the way, there is no more capitalism and communism in 2009.

Designer Coke?

Coke is like a TUXEDO.
Please do not put a rainbow in this kind of red, orange, pink and muddy yellow on my Coke. The world is sick enough and please do not touch my Coke.

It made me vomit like many people putting their 'bad taste' photos in the blogs everyday.
They have no sense of colors.

This is a good title by Tara Mulholland Published: February 4, 2009
http://www.iht.com/articles/2009/02/04/style/rdrinks.1-409110.php

Snow

Is it interesting?
You made me an interesting thing, as you wish ....

You know my heart is too soft since I will not let you down
You know my heart is too hard since I had killed by someone before
People know killing me when people are killing me
People know I will not die when people are killing me

Is it eating? Is eating me
Is it sleeping? Is sleeping me
Is it living? Is living me
Is it dreaming? Is dreaming me

You let me bleeding inside
You are watching my bleeding
I do not know how long I can bleed
I can pretend to a fine and sweet person since my blood is in white colour

White colour blood for you, like the snow
As I promised .... anything for you

A warning from my soul.

I had a dream this Friday night.

I was roped on a chair. Your enemy was going to hit me.
I said: Mar! Mar is here! He is going to hit me.
Mar was only one-step distance in front of me. He was holding a wood hammer.
I saw you coming out from a door and you were just three steps distance at the right side from me. I was watching you and you were watching me at the same time.
I asked for your help. Everything was moving so fast.

I yelled: King, King, ..K...i.ng, ...K..i..ng, K...i...n...g, ...K..i....n...g, ... K....i...n...g, K......i.....n......g, K.....i....n....g .....................

However, you didn't move...the scene was frozen and you were frozen too.
My voice just like a slow motion scene and like yelling to a cave.
Fortunately, I woke up before Mar did anything to me.

The strangest of this dream: Mar and King were not acting by themself. Mar and King were acting by another person.

Is it a warning from my soul to stop writing to a virtual person who will not send me a handwritten letter. I have not received a single word in my email from this person. I don't even know who this person is.

I did not tell anybody about this behavior. Otherwise, they will send me to psychiatric hospital. I cannot read my book and cannot sketch too. I am so depressed deep down in my soul.

I have been imaging counting the star with you at midnight summer, watching the snow with you in a yellow light small house.

May be the real world does not allow too much fantasy. Let me know I am not crazy.

Beauty & Smile

From five thousand years ago to now, what are you looking for?
Beauty and smiling with a healthy body.
Refreshment for everybody.
Warm our heart!