Kommt mein verdammter Bus jetzt endlich?

A moment captured:2006 inner west Sydney's Marrickville/Newtown on an early November's Sunday morning when I was in a cab and saw this old lady waiting for a bus.
I am pretty sure the Aboriginal or pacific islander old lady wasn't thinking about the grant ideas of Confucius but probably be wandering, where the hell is my bus?
But her clam gesture blended in well with a wall of broken posters and I couldn't help but raised my camera to capture this moment that touches me. it is what it is, a place where culture diversity lost in translation.
Suddenly, it was all very New York' s Harlem alike.

lazy

what is laziness?
according to Merriam-Webster online, laziness is defined as followings:
Pronunciation: 'lA-zE
1 a : disinclined to activity or exertion : not energetic or vigorous b : encouraging inactivity or indolence
2 : moving slowly : SLUGGISH...
synonyms LAZY, INDOLENT, SLOTHFUL mean not easily aroused to activity. LAZY suggests a disinclination to work or to take trouble lazy cooks.


after consulting the dictionary thoroughly, I don't think any of my work behaviour fulfilled the above mentioned quality.
exactly because of that,i am confused when my boss accused me of being lazy yesterday.
i was writing a story about bread product carrying misleading labels hiding the fact that,the content being used could raise the risk of being diagnosed with coronary heart disease.
there is one baker among the many i was calling, failed to be reached.
in my draft article i wrote: Maxim failed to be reached for comment.
according to my boss, that's laziness.
i protested against it. I told him i couldn't accept what he said and packed my bag and left the bloody newsroom.

The decision of writing Maxim failed to be reached for comment was because 1.it's one of the major bakery so it matters to the story and 2. i called their complaint department,their customer service hotline, their PR department and the other number i didn't call was "Chinese new year food ordering''.
dialing their numbers throughout the whole afternoon and at the end i was accused of being lazy.

i refused to let my last bit of integrity being taken away by his filthy mouth. i told my friends, he can call me a terrible writer, an inexperienced journalist, a dumb girl, ......and he can even free feel to refer his mother not being a female but he can't accuse me of being lazy.
who comes in to work at 8:30am and left at 10:30pm every day providing u clean copies without any questions asked day after day for a tiny salary almost equals to unemployment?

if i am lazy, i wouldn't even consider working as a journalist and picking up an unwelcoming area to cover. no one cares about welfare,social problems and human rights in hong kong but i'm still insisting to cover stories in this area. because i believed the stories of these people deserved a chance to be told in a society where justice is distorted by money and power.

after people quitting from the newsroom one by one each month, the goodbye cakes from workmates saying farewell had stuffed up my stomach everyday, i really couldn't understand why does my boss is still trying his rare hardworking staff like shit.

may be he wants to publish the whole newspaper by himself.
that's a glamorous dream.

after attempting to take away my last bit of integrity, which he failed, he ended up stripping respect from his staff and setting a goal for them to find a new job.

preview of upcoming articles in this blog:
1. hong kong, a homophobic society
-The Broadcasting Authority locked horns with the Radio Television Hong Kong after issuing a "strong advice'' against the station after airing an episode during its award winning show for exposing discrimination faced by the territory's gay community.
2. give hong kong women more orgasms
-Hong Kong men should work harder on their love making skills as more than half of their women are not cumming as often. Some are even suffering more sexual desire disorders when comparing to their overseas counterparts, according to preliminary local survey results.
more to come,stay tune!

little dazzling

I feel romantic when i write.

When and where I write when I'm not at work

My bed, my laptop, tea and ciggie in a quiet saturday afternoon or any midnights...

don't worry, i'll get over it...

From my normal double shot skinny latte, I treated myself a double shot mocha with chocolate cream on top this morning.

I know, it's deadly.
But this is also to lament possibly my last cigarette and coffee combo in a very very long time.

According to plans, I was supposed to be hypnotised to quit smoking by 8:30am in Central.
However, the PR responsible for this event decided to cancel our session with only one day notice. She didn't have our mobile so we weren't notified until we got there this morning. I have tried not to be biased, but up till this stage, my respect for PR as a normal occupation, is vanishing.

If you have been following my blog, you would know my recent encounters with bad luck is intimate. The "being let down by early morning assignment'' trend doesn't seems to be stopping any time soon. It's ok though. I actually find it quite funny when so many "bad things'' are jammed in the last two days. Things don't happen this way normally, so it guess it's not bad to be different from time to time.

The party last nite until 3am with excessive alcohol consumption leaving me with only 4 hours of sleep before the hypnotherapy. I found myself looking at the world with fresh eyes again when I was wandering around the streets after the forcefully given spare time.

Here is a list of things bringing me amusement in an early rainy Sunday morning, I would like to share them with you:


1. Nearly 200 people were lining up in Wan Chai when I thought there was a major horse racing event going on in town. But they were just lining up for some Sonny VIP game stations. On a sunday morning, don't they have something better to do like sleeping in or work for world peace?

2. While wandering around in search of my Chinese style breakfast, I found myself sipping a double shot mocha with chocolate cream and a ciggie later to compensate my craving for fermented eggs congee and rice noodle rolls.

3. Two bus drivers were kicking each for fun in Sau Kei Wan bus terminus.

4. An old man dressed in black kung-fu suit with long white hair and beard selling herbs by the Sau Kei Wan MTR station. May be he pratices Qi Gong everyday deep in the mountain and come out to sell herbs every Sunday morning.

5. An excited looking single-armed granny waving her another single arm while talking to a bunch of grannies in a park.

6. Singing Cantonese pop songs in the newsroom because no one else was there.

Unclog your senses and start living.

A series of unfortunate events

For the third time in one week, I was being sent out to some really early assignment.
I don't mind it so much despite I crave sleeping in, as long as i's for a good story. i'll do anything to get it. once I got up at 3am to accompany an old man who has to line up regularly outside a government clinic before sun rise to renew his medication for his swollen prostate exposing the the lack of public medical services for seniors in Hong Kong.
However, 2 out of 3 of my early assignments this week, due to ill news management, I ended up being sent to the wrong place at a wrong time for the wrong reason. I can tell you one thing, this is not funny especially for an understaffed newsroom whose circulation is still a myth.
Friday morning 8:30am,i was supposed to get on a coach bus with other reporters to check out a wetland construction in Lok Ma Chau built by the KCRC. But this is not the REAL story.
The KCRC previously compensated some wetlands along the West Rail trackways because the construction of the project, according to the government, had caused inevitable impacts to the environment. *Recent inspections found the compensated wetlands along the West Rail had dried up as water leaked from the bottom of ponds and weeds had overgrown them.
Two days after the government announced the inspection report in the Legislative Council, the KCRC organized this media tour (for publicity damage control) showing us a new wetland they built in Lok Ma Chau- telling people in Hong Kong they are a corporation with social responsibility, yeah right.
Since only God knows how hard it is for me to get to KCRC headquarter in Fo Tan, I woke up at 6:30am and still ended up being late for the assignment.so i grabbed a cab and paid HK$200 out of my pocket.
Upon arrival, I was immediately told by a KCRC public relations officer that my editor didn't register me for the event thus they had yet to apply for an entrance paper into the restricted boarder zone of Lok Ma Chau wetland.
Fuck!
I came all the way early in the morning just to watch other reporters got on to the coach bus. A reporter asked me from the car window:"Hey,there are seats here,come on up!"
I was like,"nah,it looks like a story spinned by the PR, i'm going to give it a pass,''(how embarrassing)
I walked away and leaving them with astonished look on their faces.
The next thing was me standing far away from the coach bus and having a go at my assignment editor on the phone.
"I can't go to the wetland because u didn't sign me up for it.what do i do now?''
he was like..."ummmm,today is my day off...anyway, why don't you find a way to pick up the story?''
I was furious and hoping to dump a bag of dog shit outside his front door and set it on fire.but i don't know his address.
Since i am not insane enough to spend another several hundred dollars on a cab and break into the restricted zone just to watch a few birds flying over some mud, I chose to go for breakfast and some early morning shopping.
the worst thing came after I have made the decision.
I ended up finding out a pair of shoes i bought three days ago were marked down half price.
the sky fell on me and i found it hard to breath.
walking out of the mall feeling like an idiot, I ended up spending a day at my desk imagining what the wetlands might look like and calling around trying to pick up the wetland story.
i had the story delivered across.
However, when i was getting ready for an eventful evening, my date rang me saying the concert I was about to go with him was actually not on a friday nite, but a Saturday nite instead.
Having uttered a nice-but-bitter smile over the phone, I pointed him the direction to hell and advising him to take someone else to Lloyd Banks and 50 cents' concert with VIP seats on Saturday because missy is way too pissed and can't be bothered to come up with a plan B to spend the friday evening with a man who ruined my evening.

I'm sure things could go way worse, may be I am used to being lucky and not realizing peple out there are a lot more unfortunate than me. For example, the staving kids with big belly in Africa who can't afford a pair of heels in full price or my ex-date being shot down for no reason. poor thing....