sometimes, chance?!

people of the sun

mr. 臼井儀人, thank you...

cognitive dissonance

july already

wow, am just kinda useless. if u really think about it.

perhaps we'll all meet again...

sometimes, there are simply no easy answers..

blurrineshness

ah shit.

mixed uncertainties

comments

i really miss the comments. the views, the praise, or just the acknowledgement that i don't exist solely in my little world. it's all online from nameless people, but strangely enough i care what they think. and yes, i get that little pang of pleasure that people paid attention to that particular photo. me, me, me.

it is a bit sad that i need such to bolster my self-worth. getting on "explore" really doesn't make me a better person. neither does getting 100 favs.

ok, i'll just admit it, i'm shallow. maybe this withdrawal thing is good for me. i don't know.

more people.

thinking.

one afternoon in mongkok

緣份 can be strange indeed.

losing my soul

is it because, i don't get time to myself? time for my friends? time for me to do my yoga, writing, running?

that i'm second guessing myself for every decision, and hating myself for it in the mean time?

i feel... my life energy being zapped away.

2:26! just awesome.

wasting away

at that point

when you die -

would you prefer to be very successful, but to have some regrets about some things you were unable to achieve?

or, would you want to be unachieving (relatively speaking, by normal standards), but content and spiritually fulfilled?

spiritual fulfilment is usually linked with the acceptance of fate, whereas that goes against our desire and ambition to do our best and to exceed our limits. one achieves "big" things by having great expectations and going for them. where exactly is the happy medium?

time off

so with just a few clicks, have removed a large part of my digital footprint. should flickr go as well? maybe at some point.

not that it matters, and not that anyone really cares or notices.

so what happens when it's gone?

this is going to suck.

shit.

really tired, but surviving. thanks to you!

the last day

nuri approaching!

returning

imminent

i wonder why...

rain baby rain

lazy easter weekend

obvious

have been contemplating "happiness", or bliss, or contentment, or any one of those words and concepts. mostly about why, and how.

a couple somewhat obvious observations, but in any case the result of a good bit of pondering:

1. probably, being happy is better than being unhappy, under almost all circumstances (except in those sylvia plathic instances)

2. if #1 is true, then the search is for sustainable happiness. the question that needs to be asked is whatever it is we are seeking - more money, greater achievements, etc, lead to sustainable happiness, or these are still subject to the law of diminishing returns, and inherently we are doomed.

hmm....

coffee...

grrr....

thankful. too many things happening these days it seems.

insomnia.

breathe

dawn

rest in peace.

searching

dude.

swallow chui

density I

home of the drones

impending

stories

十年

waiting

slowly, but surely.

keeping right

i wanna be artsy

really tasty

choice

summer is here!

well...

city of grey

choice

old on new

march

relief

3 questions

If for a moment, we assume that life as we know it, aims to maximize utility - i.e. which can perhaps be defined as the overall sense of well-being -

1. Is there a way to estimate the value of typically immeasurable intangibles such as "satisfaction" and "contentedness"?

2. Is there a formula to maximize the overall utility of tangibles and intangibles, such that some expected value can be estimated to determine the best course of action? Hence, e.g., one can choose the occupation that maximizes the sum of utility of job satisfaction + income earned? Even if this is in flux and changes with age, state of family and friends, and other internal and external factors, can we graph this?

3. Is there a way to better gauge what rational optimism is and what foolish hope is, and hence assign probability percentages to different paths, such that the decision tree can be completed?

And, why pose unanswerable questions?

fuck.

2007

hello!

problem solver

xmas eve

誰又騎著那鹿車飛過　忘掉投下那禮物給我
凝視那燈飾　只有今晚最光最亮　卻照亮我的寂寞
誰又能善心親一親我　由唇上來驗證我幸福過
頭上那飄雪　想要棲息我肩膊上　到最後也別去麼

merry, merry christmas, lonely, lonely christmas,
人浪中想真心告白　但妳只想聽聽笑話
merry, merry christmas, lonely, lonely christmas,
明日燈飾必須拆下　換到歡呼聲不過一剎

明晨遇到　亦記不到 和誰在醉酒中偷偷擁抱
仍然在傻笑　但妳哪知道我想哭
和誰撞到　亦怕生保　寧願在醉酒中辛苦嘔吐
仍然在頭痛　合唱的詩歌聽不到

作曲/作詞: 李峻一
編曲/監製: Terry Chan

等待

tasty!

< >

dsc00277

leaving you in good hands

the wait

light

empty road

one more day.

the protector

100 km of this crap

big buddha, again

2 of these mfs

big buddha

figure

grew up trying to figure things out. it seemed, things, were to be figured out. to solve a math problem. to write the A essay. to throw a great party. to win a match.

these days, even before getting to the problem itself, is figuring which problem to figure out. to prioritize which seemingly unanswerable question to address first.

health? next business idea? photography? poverty in china? the environment?

in real life, by choosing to proceed along a particular path, it also precludes us from ever finding out if other paths could have worked better, or worse.

so what matters, and at what point in time?

august

centerstage!

surfer girl

中間分界 心理變態

full house

topless

argyle

genius

fleeting

couple

july 1st, 2006

art

units

www.racingtheplanet.com

i want to do this.

typical

3.5 years

playing field

to what extent, is the individual, a group of individuals, or society - responsible for levelling the playing field?

does altruism exist in the absence of societal norms?

on the phone

drummer

three people

wtf

grey

three old friends

haha2

final girl theory

haha

once in a while

少 。中 。老 。

round 3

there is always a bigger picture.

beach

bound

dusk

spring

111111

gotta try

angle

starry, starry night

limits

water and granite

埋黎睇, 埋黎揀

hard

invisible

gone

wait

dessert

disney

uncanny valley

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncanny_Valley

remember reading somewhere that a birthday means a lot to an 8-year old - afterall, a year, as a percentage of his life, is pretty large. to an 80-year old, a year, is such a small, small fraction of his existence.

existence

reconnection

met up with old friends last week. the strangeness of seeing how someone you knew so well 10 years ago, and how they have become. the nostalgia when we are reminiscing. the slight awkwardness when we realize there are things that have happened in our lives that the other would have no idea about. the farewell, immensely glad that we have met up, yet, uncertain when we would meet again.

trying to reconnect despite a 10 year gap, in the short hour or two, is somewhat of a phenomenal task. we have obviously changed. our hairstyles are different. we dress different. our hobbies have changed. we played the violin, but none of us has really touched it for years. we've had a couple of tough relationships. this is starting to sound like those email forwards about the 30-year old crisis so i'll stop.

so in the short hour or two, we attempt to find out as much as possible about what happened to the other. i think it is not so much what happened, but why we took a particular road, given the umpteenth possibilites - that we find out more about each other.

and we think about friends whose lives have been cut short by misfortune. and we realize things are not eternal afterall. and that people come and go. some come back in our lives, others never return, even though they may be an email or call away. yet, others, never, ever return.

pacific

stage

xmas, is just round the corner

do you consider yourself an artist?

aesthetics, and forms of appreciation, only exist within the context of an audience, even of one. it does cease to exist when the method, or the audience, to perceive it no longer exists.

art is sometimes about the pursuit of something better. in your eyes. creating something that you think that is worth something, to the best of your ability. worth something to yourself first and foremost, and possibly to others, which serves as a bonus.

sometimes, as, once in a while, it appears out of nowhere, and it's there for yourself. but mostly, it does not come easily.

http://www.flickr.com/groups/deleteme/discuss/99822/

alterego

going through a photo drought.

i did get a second mobile phone number. seemed like i had created another identity for myself for HK$28. strangest feeling.

shadow of a waiter

one fine foggy day

hot pink

men in orange

random hand with random computer plug thing

the alternative question: what is this place doing in existence?

a lot of whisky

the resemblance is disturbing

long time no see

reflections

cutting across

beach in december 

tevas 

monday night 

nap 

girl on bmx 

man sitting on sidewalk 

red car. red car. red car. red car.. red car...  

red car. white car. white car. more cars.  

just engaged! 

couple 

size

trying to figure out whether to increase the size of the pictures on this blog on a lazy monday afternoon.

like everything neat, but could not possibly repost everything all over.

hm...

bridge overhead 

clear water bay style huangshan 

belly 

green bus stop 

addictive substances

it does not just fade away.

not good for health, well-being and life in general.

consider it dealt with. but it comes back at the wrong times.

every time is a wrong time.

need to get off this road to nowhere.

 

about 100100

quick note about this one. i really wanted to take the picture when the dial was at 99999. seemed like a milestone of some sort.

then, before the figure hit, someone else took the car - when i got it back, it was past. not too happy about it.

the moral of the story?

timing is out of our control?

some moments are meant to be missed?

every moment is a milestone?

treasure every moment?

please stop asking generic questions?

get over it and who cares?

100100 

童真

dinner for four 

guilty!  

view from DJ booth 

DJ booth 

view from carpark 

carpark 

see kok sut tiu 

原來有人o係度食宵夜

龍城黑夜

sometimes 

uncharted territory 

still more floor 

coffee table @ happy valley pacific coffee 

center of attention 

$2.20

a lot of floor 

i need a drink 

clubbing

Meet some new people. See some old friends.

I bump into thirty people who I have met at various points in life.

We drink, shout, and move to the beats.

Pretty girls. Sweaty bartenders. Pounding bass.

Strangely uneasy.

where is this? 

everybody sing along 

多謝! 多謝!

1050 lbs, 7 persons 

G-7 

let out the dogs 

egocasting

http://www.thenewatlantis.com/archive/7/rosen.htm

it is forbidden to take photographs in the theater

 

train tracks 

silver finger 

people singing

red, yellow, and ready to go 

sophie 

new territories.  

train

When do you pursue? When do you give up? When do you find out? Where do you draw the line?

Are some memories meant to be locked up?

When words are uttered, can they no longer be taken back? Does the moment fade, like darkness fades when the sun rises?

When do you make the choice? How can you be sure? How can you not be sure? How can you be not sure? Does choice equal hope?

Does the infinitesimal 1% hope equal false hope?

Is being idealistic the same as being hopeless?

Then, is there a part in everyone of us that is hopeless?

Is what I am thinking only variations of the obvious?

fun times 

good morning!  

what are you doing tonight?  

beyond.  

jungle clearing 

bus ride - 14/14 

bus ride - 13/14 

bus ride - 12/14 

bus ride - 11/14 

bus ride - 10/14 

bus ride - 9/14 

bus ride - 8/14 

bus ride - 7/14 

bus ride - 6/14 

bus ride - 5/14 

bus ride - 4/14 

bus ride - 3/14 

bus ride - 2/14 

bus ride - 1/14

roots, leaves, and other things 

naked 

happy valley 

same toilet. new sign.  

wings and bags 

laundry 

5:30am

last post in 2004. see you next year!

tsunami

too often, we forget it is good to be alive, with food, water, and shelter.
too often, we forget nature is beautiful, unpredictable, and devastating.
too often, we will forget again that, by the time we close our eyes for good, that there are things that matter, and things that do not matter.

whenever, and wherever you are reading this.

please donate.

the very least that we can do.

there will be other tragedies. someone else, in this world, will have a better use of your contributions than yourself.

it will be a reminder.

after a freak rainstorm

dj beware

merry xmas 

flags. flying at 11:42pm, December 20, 2004 

eye candy 

dice and beer. just another night of oblivion.  

hong kong - is still - stunning. 

sometimes, there aren't enough pictures to go around. or, at least, not enough pictures i'd feel like posting.

in that case, incidents will have to do.

waiting for the bus. the night is thick. cars, lorries, buses, and more cars are screaming by. but there is no one else.

a man walks up, uncertainly. he holds up a sign, with the number 15.

i tell him am waiting for the same bus. he says, simply, thanks.

the bus comes. he climbs on, slowly. i take a seat on the upper deck.

the bus engine roars up the winding road.

the driver, and the man on the lower deck. and me upstairs. and, empty blue seats under tired neon white.

i close my eyes, and feel the warm wind, tasting like diesel, fill my lungs.

at the end of the bridge 

stairway to... lion rock 

on one of the flights from somewhere to nowhere

flying 

sunset benny 

random start to a random photo blog

eastern corridor