senses

how long has it been since I have last written anything meaningful here?
i guess it is the depression i got from work that stole my muse for leisure writing away.
I have been looking into how to paint a better atmosphere when it comes to feature writing.
i use my eyes to read,my mouth to ask, my ears to listen and my instinct to sniff around for anything unusual when it comes to reporting.
when it comes to feature writing however, the challenges to use a writer's senses are pushed to the limit.
coming from a hard news background,to tell a story with one's nose is gradually falling out of radar.
on my usual bus ride home tonight, i started to ask myself: If i'm to describe what it's like to travel in a hk bus to a foreign friend of mine(not that they would be interested in it anyway), how can i do better than --stupid KMB bus number 960 charging overpriced fares never offer enough seats to passengers is my only convenient gateway to a world where things actually happen--??

I could probably go on about: the smell of diesel and leather seats within a concealed moving compartment overcharged with passengers' body odour often makes one feel dizzy. As oxygen level gradually drops within your veins, a 45-minute journey from wan chai to tuen mun can be dull and sleepy. Tuen Muners are famous for dozzing on buses home displaying their assorted bedroom gestures to the public. One could easily find passengers snoring wide-mouthed with extra bonus: drooling saliva like mozzarella cheese. Neither would the Si-nais(uneducated housewives) be relucant from brocasting their "scholarly views" over domestic affairs and youngsters hooked on to their trendy two-plate video games forcing others to follow their street battles games with dolby surrounded sound effects, the mobile phone ringtones ranging from baby laughings to old women scraemings...blah blah blah

and this is when i realize how limited my english writing is and time for bed.

before sunset

香港的五月是法國文化月,今天看了兩套法國電影應下景,但第二套before sunset令我失望。
片中漂亮的法籍女主角沒有脫俗的驚艷，一開始不久就和美國靚仔（the bastard who cheat on the super hot actrsss uma)在巴黎相遇重談九年前的韻事。
令人失望的地方是女主角的美式英語實在是太流利，沒有法國口音，感覺就像聼緊兩條美國人棍傾計。預計中的法式exotic味道完全欠奉。
不停行來行去，飲咖啡，行公園。。。講野大聲到死，情感太流於表面。來來去去就是自己過去九年的過去式。她對自己那懶係政治正確的activist工作和自己現任男友為戰地攝影師的敍述實在膚淺得令人討厭。
中途已經瞓着，瞓醒后，仲要勐到上黎再閙過。
我頂！

muse 瞄

滿心歡喜地收到（頭兩期免費試訂）瞄-這不中不英的新晉藝術雜誌，原價每本港幣50 元正。
讀后感:
好在當初沒有衝動地花五雞野去買,原因有三:
1.英文寫作水平未如理想
文章不夠精煉, 好像本地會考英文考a同學的作品，語法沒有什可錯的地方，但談不上good read.
2.撰稿人的qualification
到低一本雜誌要賣幾多錢才能請到有分量的撰稿人?可不可以有更impressive 的background?50蚊可不可以買到更創新的角度和更獨到的分析?
3.談當代藝術,爲何photography佔的分量那麽少?
但,
仍會持觀望態度的我,會等待我的下一期,still impressed by Muse's refreshing attitudes(which are still better than lots of other brainless teenage pop art trash) and their sammi cheng commentary(May issue) is really nice.