Saturday, Oct. 02, 2004 9:46 p.m.

watched bad education by almodovar with emjai yesterday morning in Palace IFC. super leng and super jeng! even the music was great! must-watch lei ga wor i think. but for those who can't accept homosexuality, it may be very disturbing, though.

last winter i watched the dreamers with emjai (we two always watch those �N�� movies together ar ha). i like this movie A LOT and i recommended it to everyone that came along. yesterday claudie told me she had watched it with joyzi and chris. all three of them thought it's boring and mo liu. yuen loi ngor gok duc super ho tai geh yeh, other ppl may not find it that interesting.

after watching bad education, we had lunch at mcdonald's. then i went to hk u for the orchestra rehearsal.

i was hell tired when i went home. i lied on the sofa after dinner and fell asleep in a second. mum woke me up, telling to sleep in my bedroom. i thought i would sleep for 2 hours and then get up to work on the sculpture thingy, but i didn't wake up until somebody phoned me at 12:40am. after that i got a lot of sms from different ppl. didn't know what's going on.

it turned much cooler this morning when i woke up. wind blew hard. i thought about the cold front. cold air rapidly undercuts the warm air.

i washed my hair, blew it dry, filled my camera with newly charged batteries, picked up my black sketchbook, and happily went out in my white tee (you'll notice that i wear white tee every day).

when the mtr train glided through the city, a lot of things came up in my mind. memories of the past, images at present, imagination of the future.. all came up together.

people came in and out. they looked innocent. i thought i had changed. i know i must have changed, but i don't know how. i could smell autumn. very sweet. i recalled the summer afternoons more than ten years ago. i could see the sinking sun turning the landscape into orange-red. the whole room was dyed into this orange-red. i would sit in front of the piano, practising against my will. i remember how i hated bach's pieces because i couldn't manage playing the four parts together. although i didn't like playing the piano, i had never cried because of that except once. once i cried in front of my teacher and mum because i couldn't play bach's fuga.

my childhood was orange-red.

i was a patient, quiet child. i loved the beaches and pier of tai o. dad taught me to go there in the evening because it would be less hot. i walked every step carefully on the stones. my eyes searched intensely for tiny seashells. either broken or intact, they were my treasures. once a while, i looked up towards the pier, there the red sun sank slowly... getting closer and closer to the grey horizon.

the child. i wonder if she's still there. had she gone forever?

i can see the sunset at the pier. i can feel the sea breeze that carries the remaining heat of the summer day. my memory was stained orange-red.