繞了很大的圈子，走了很長的路，其實，我只想跨過馬路走到對面。

"because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."

steve jobs

They always tell you not to do the things which they couldn't do.

他們自己無法做到的事，會叫你也不要去做。

紐約有一家餐廳，名字就叫 MACAO，身為澳門人的那種強烈渴望被認同的情感頓時被安撫了。牆上的老上海式海報，葡式磁磚，中式屏風，吧枱後的酒瓶五顏六色，推砌出一個聖神的教堂模樣，還有鴉片煙館間床般的座位格局，然後，這邊放了俄羅斯輸盤，那邊放了雀籠。好像，澳門從來就是這樣一個中西合壁的大遊樂場。

既然是被海水包圍的地方，應該是甚麼時候想要靠近海便能觸碰到海才對吧？

Praça do Comércio, Portugal

"If you drink to forget,

pay before you drink."

I was this strange strange kind of... prison, but anywho, I began to sing. I discovered I was a tree. Thus I start to sing free. Free like a bird that lives in tree. Thus I found a horse. A tree horse... with a true horse white a big ass... (smile).... and then you know punta punta punta punta. Boring boring, boring boring, boring, crystal, are you ok? ... and there is an old man, sitting to the next door, waiting for some dialog and he says, "and this is difficult, I wish life was like before." The cigarette is finishing.

Grete Faast, the coffee shop that I would never forget. Vienna, 2007.

photo by leo

macau 10.52am, lisbon 3.52am, new york 10.52pm

love is all, all my soul

you're my playground love

沒故意 留下底片

捕捉 幸福的片段

風光明信片 並非寫信地點

沒故意 提及辛酸

換取 陌生的掛念

P.S.再說一遍 前事已經湮遠

Some hands will rob you

And some hands will beg

Some say they'll stay

Til the last dying day

But if actions can't speak

And words cannot do

What ten thousand armies

Can't even fight through

Who's to say it's all for the best in the end

明明衣不稱身，裝可愛總可逗趣。

來晚了，靜悄悄地走進已開始的儀式，琴手們彈奏鍵盤，拉撥弓弦，瀰漫著悲傷。場景煽動我，以為眼前這一切是一場默禱，墓誌銘若隱若現的字句，叫人懷念起一種感情。我想起《對她有話兒》的一句對白，他說：「看到感動的事我會哭，因為不能跟她分享。」

daisy

社會上充斥著太多資訊，每個人的嘴巴都耐不住想要釋放大量理論。心煩了。

now your eyes ain't moving now they just lay there in their clouds

one more cup of coffee for the road

one more cup of coffee 'fore I go

to the valley below

二十多個小時後回到家，遊子的心卻留在別處。人呀，離開自己的原居地，是因為那裡沒有安逸的日子所以要另謀出路，還是日子太過安逸而渴望冒險？我想不通，然後舉足不前。櫃枱 check-in 那剎那，我真的猶豫了，但始終我登上回家的班機。最後的一個晚上，音樂酒吧傳來彈奏大提琴的聲音，吸引我過去了，替旅程的尾升下了註腳一樣，似乎在提醒我要記得甚麼。

if it be your will / that I speak no more / and my voice be still / as it was before