If any of you read my last blog, you will have learned of my kite failure. You will have read about how I for some unknown reason thought that it would be a good idea to fly a Justin Timberlake inspired kite made of cons...

I remember I was 5 years old, and I was going to the YMCA. As always, I wasn't too social, but my mom was lsitening to plenty of Tevin Campbell when I was young. There was this girl I thought looked pretty. Her name wa...

As a child, I always wondered what clouds felt like. Sometimes I'd wonder if I could trap a cloud in a jar. I even knew what kind of jar I wanted to use. Of course, the opportunity never arose, and ov...

不是 Ho Chih ming city 個個 Saigon. 香港這個西貢，住在科大時還只是去過一次，這陣子卻去得多。 西貢墟海邊晚上很浪漫，小小的墟市，不太多人，每次去感覺都很舒服。 這是我滿載兒時回憶的地方，今次坐黑夜飛巴從裡面出來，那些感覺那些情懷又浮現出來。 但所有事，都不能回來了。那個人，那些事，那種生活…那個海，那些島，那些街坊餐館。 以前是多麼無憂無慮。

So, I have decided to make the transfer from Myspace to here. I was formerly hosting my public diary on there. I decided to move it here for ease of use, as Myspace has become a bother lately.Now then. Rather than copy a...

I know my postings err on the heavy side, so this is a poem inspired by a happy memory of a summer in my youth.PlumsBarefoot in tall, cool grasswe descended on the orchardTrees straining with heavy fruitdown the hill we ...

I used to exist in an entirely separate plane of existence as a kid. Whether this fantasy realm was a subconscious escape from reality or just a front to make people leave me alone, I do remember being deathly afr...

  My park of childhood is being ripped out.The park through which I walked so many times when I was little - the fountains, the wines that ascended the sycamore trees, flower beds - and all destined for destruction ordered by a...