Sunday, Jan. 30, 2005 1:06 a.m.

got one more student again, after that disastrous day...

UPO 2nd recruitment is officially over (u still can join if you want to). yesterday i went to help with the audition. sachiko forgot to prepare a clarinet piece. fortunately, i borrowed a mozart score from paul before hand. ng goi sai ah paul~

carmen and sachiko joined us right after they finished the audition. the pieces we played last night were a bit difficult ah. couldn't only hear ah sing and myself playing the 2nd violin part. francis was so mad that his baton was broken into 3 pieces.

probably can't go back home this weekend. like tonite i've spent a few hours on viscom in the CAD lab. design dou ng ji dim suen... alvar aalto, say good luck to me la.

i try to inspect on my feelings, but i have no clue yet. no matter what, things are more complicated than i thought. there are so many things that i've never experienced in my life. i act low b, i sound low b, i look low b. maybe i'm mentally low b too. ngor lum.. at least i have to talk more sensibly la.

it seems that i've faced that solitude before, and yet i don't really know how to penetrate it. ho seung share the pain and worries and bring you happiness. but i don't really know how i can do that. i don't even know what you like and what's good for you. always dou gok duc penetrate ng dou. but sometimes ngor yau gok duc nei disclose jor ho doh yeh bei ngor ji wor.

well let's wait and see.

by the way, this is my first viscom2 assignment. http://courses.arch.hku.hk/viscom2/05/students/lyfanit's still under construction.

wish you were here

pink floyd

so, so you think you can tell heaven from hell?

blue skies from pain?

can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?

a smile from a veil?

do you think you can tell?

did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?

hot ashes for trees, hor air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change?

and did you exchange a walk-on part in the war, for a lead role in a cage?

how i wish, how i wish you were here.

we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.

running over the same old ground, but what have we found?

the same old fears.

wish you were here.