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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Art Friend

At times, I may neglect this precious stuff because of works and changes in life. I realised how much I am still in love with it when I found Art Friend.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Hair Stylist

睇完10.Fest. 影啲相﹐先發覺自己笠頭咁唔掂。
乜都唔諗﹐我又make appointment 預約佢。
其實﹐對我來講﹐hair saloon 收費貴或平係其次﹐最重要係地點就腳同個髮型師嘅態度。
近年來﹐我遇到咧位我最喜愛嘅髮型師,
【Sean】。佢嘅skill 可能未能級得上Jantzen啲senior stylist好, 但佢嘅attitude, 係令我一次又一次再搵佢嘅原因。
畢竟﹐髮型師係種服務性行業﹐如果能夠做到:
1) 唔‘三八’ ﹐
2) 低調﹐
3) 又能分享顧客在乎嘅資訊(護髮﹐髮型, etc.) ﹐表現professional 啲,
4) 兼唔明顯approach sale﹐
5) 加上有一定嘅眼光﹐了解顧客styling 嘅limit, 就已經能留住顧客。

今次﹐佢幫我染嘅呢個色﹐真係好滿意。
如果你都去開個頭﹐搵Sean或者Kokwei.

O.F. 2008

Sweet or sour? Will we ever find out how the story ends?
Anyhow, a story ends and another begins.
Good luck! ladies...

Saturday, October 04, 2008

还能吃吗?

Thursday, October 02, 2008

【Waters of March】


Aguas De Marco (Waters Of March) - John Pizzarelli


Water Of March - Luciana Souza

Waters of March

A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone

It's a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush

The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all

It's the wind blowing free,
It's the end of the slope,
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot's stone

A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow

The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find

A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night

A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme,
It's a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud

A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone

A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road

A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, a death,
The end of the run

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's
the joy in your heart.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

保佑*保佑

Ken和Ron全家遇上车祸﹐好可怕,幸好人没事。姐夫的车进厂了。
这阵子,有好多预料不到的事发生。真希望全部坏事都是不幸中的大幸,爸保佑,明天好运降临,保佑我们全家。