1. (Hong Kong)
She who is only 29, beautiful but unmarried, works two and a half jobs to meet ends for her mother and sister, is diagnosed with stage III cancer. Struggling to pay for her treatments, she is practically taking out rice from her families’ bowls.
While that happens, I dared to feel sometimes unsatisfied about my life just because I did not get what I wanted. The truth is, I didn’t even deserve to get what I already have, and I knew it.
2. (Tanzania)
Those millions of children whom were born without access to clean water, nutritious food, education and other basic rights are crying in vain, while we are talking about modern minimal design, artistic symbolisms and architectural poetry.
Naturally, we have all learned to accept the things we cannot change, haven’t we? These are the things we can’t change, aren’t they?
3. (Yunnan)
Everyday, out of disgust, many of us cut & throw away one of the most valuable resource in the animal world – body fat. We were in Yunnan that year, my Dad, Kelvin, Ting and I, and we were offered by the villagers the best of the food – a piece of smoked pork fat straight up. The skin was chewy and inside liquidy – like a ziplock filled with pork fat. We tried our best not to throw up. We have came so far in acquiring material wealth, that we are so naturally disgusted by ‘too much’.
It has also become OK to not finish the food you ordered if you don’t want to. After three years of lonely practice, I have been invited back into the club.
4. (Tokyo)
Strumming my guitar, singing Blowin’ in the Wind in the leftover space between the old and the new facade of our guest house, a tiny thread in the back of my head led me to the time when I used to be a Boy Scout. My dad would pick me up at the end of the session, and as he drove home he’d play English folk songs (it was a privilege to have a CD changer in the car back in those days), and ask me to try understand the lyrics. We’d listen to Bob Dylon, Simon and Garfunkel, Carpenters, Brothers Four, Andrew Lloyd Webber (Phantom of the Opera), Peter, Paul & Mary……
And just now I realized where my obsession with lyrics came from.













