文字

文字，對我而言是生命中其中一樣缺一不可的元素
沒有了文字
人類少了一種主要的渠道溝通
至少，大家都不會再玩msn, facebook, icq…
如果不懂得閱讀文字
便不能看書
這樣便被迫放棄了一樣我喜歡的活動
如果不懂得書寫文字
便不能如現在般
我手寫我心
這樣生命便又少了幾分色彩
而我的人生亦少了成為一位作家的目標
文字簡直就是人類最偉大的發明

journalist?

I nearly can become a journalist – an entertainment journalist, but I rejected it. As it’s not the type of journalist I want to be, I want to be a news journalist. Anyway, it’s a good start. Such a great week, Michael Chugani has been replied my e-mails, and he has taught me a new word “paparazzi”. I wish I can catch up with him and Tao Kit one day, just a talk with both great people.

與禇簡寧的第一次電郵聯絡

昨晚，我看禇簡寧在南華早報的一篇專欄時，發現了他的電郵地址，於是便心血來潮發了一封電郵給他。沒想到，今早檢查電郵時，既收到他的回覆，然後我連早餐也未吃，便立即回覆他的電郵。真想不到一個這麼棒的人，既會回覆我這個丫頭的電郵，實在令我感到受寵若驚！特別是當我看到他在電郵上說和我保持聯絡時，我真的開心得難以形容！晚飯過後，我再次檢查電郵，既然再次收到他的回覆，實是太開心了。對著他，我覺得自己就有如一個小影迷！我想，這應該是我2010年暫時最開心的事。

Contact with "The father of Hong Kong Journalism"

Last night, I sent an e-mail to Michael Chugani after I read his newest article in South China Morning Post. I told him I am one of his reader, who read his books and watch his TV shows, also I have mentioned about my dream – to be a journalist. Luck me, I got his replied this morning, then I replied his e-mail immediately once I read his e-mail, because I was too happy to get his replied. After I finished dinner tonight, I checked the e-mail again, and I received his e-mail. He encouraged him in the e-mail, also he gave me some useful advices about the journalism jobs. I am very excited especially when I saw the word “Keep in touch” in his e-mail. I feel like a little fans to him, yeah, I am.

My favourite journalist ~ Michael Chugani

Michael Chugani is my favourite journalist in Hong Kong, and his book "Double Talk" series are one of my favourite books. He is an Indian American who was born in Hong Kong, and he can speak fluent Cantonese. He has a Columnist for the South China Morning Post.


Let me share his writing here:

Public Eye EDT2 EDT By Michael Chugani 2010-01-20

Wake up and smell the revolution
Let's start with a question: what the hell is going on? Actually, the answer is everywhere. But to see it you must first open your eyes. What's going on is a revolution. Not one of those sudden uprisings where mobs run wild killing and maiming. This has been a slow-motion revolution, something that's simmered but been ignored for a long time. Crying out for attention, it suddenly erupted. There's anger on the streets. People, mostly demoralised young adults, feel they have been suckered for too long by the old order. So far they haven't done anything really stupid, thank goodness. They've tussled with the police, let off steam at Beijing's liaison office, laid siege to the Legislative Council, and jeered outside Government House. They haven't stormed it. But who knows what they'll do next. Even they don't know. They're leaderless, directionless and daring. And they've tasted the raw power of defiance.

If that doesn't scare you, it should. Donald Tsang Yam-kuen should be scared. Beijing should be scared. Our tycoons should be scared. All those tai-tais cruising upscale malls for designer handbags should be scared. Their husbands, who pay big bucks for those handbags but oppose even a modest minimum wage law for low-end workers, should be scared. Property developers who squeeze every last dime out of hard- pressed families should be scared. Bureaucrats in chauffeured cars who collude with these developers should be scared. Instead of asking what the hell is going on, we should ask how the hell we got to where we are. Why are young kids in school uniform marching barefoot, kneeling every few steps, to a drumbeat dirge in Statue Square? Why are young people suddenly so radicalised, clashing with riot police? Go ahead, blame the express railway. Fool yourself that they're just against the sky-high price tag. But you know the railway was only the final straw. Before the railway there was the growing rich-poor gap, which the chauffeured bureaucrats ignored. There was the lack of government accountability, the destruction of heritage sites, the handing over of remaining heritage sites to the tycoons to turn into upscale enclaves for the rich, the inability of most people to afford even a shoe-box size flat, the supermarket rip-offs, the delay in minimum-wage legislation, the declining wages. Let's just stop there, or it will just go on and on. So wake up and smell the revolution. It won't go away just because you shut your eyes.

Hear no evil, see no evil ...

The air is heavy with the smell of revolution. But our top leaders can't smell it.

Maybe the polluted smog that hangs daily over our city has clogged their noses. They've ordered the youthful protesters to behave. Donald Tsang and security chief Ambrose Lee Siu-kwong say they won't tolerate defiance. Sure, that's right, talk tough. Blindfold yourselves, plug your ears, then wag your fingers and lecture them. That'll teach the children. That'll make them go home to their mummies with heads hung low. And if it doesn't, if the wagging fingers fan the street fury instead, simply tighten the blindfolds and talk tough some more. Or they could try something new. They could remove the blindfolds and earplugs. But that means they'll have to see and listen to others. The sights and sounds will need getting used to. They're out of practice. But we're sure they'll acquire the knack of it eventually.

Maybe this is why there's a little unrest

When you're trapped in Legco by defiant young protesters who are you going to call? Legislator Ip Kwok-him didn't call Ghostbusters. They would probably have hung up on him. He called police commissioner Tang King-shing to demand why the police hadn't cleared a path for him and other pro-government lawmakers to leave. Maybe he should have demanded a red carpet, too. Wonder if any of you can reach the commissioner so easily. No, you say? Maybe that's why there's a revolution going on.

P.S. I have sent an e-mail to Michael tonight! haha...a Little fans sent an e-mail to his idol, so cool......