Days we had in Hijiville

Waiting For The Ghost

I'm still catching up with family and friends, very bored by all those crappy family gathering, it just way too much. pfff! Not even how much I miss Sydney Beaches... But today my cousin took me to the Soho area and have cheese cake, now that was great! Tomorrow we are going to celebrate Halloween in Lan Kwai Fong (western pub area), which is gonna be (hopefully) fun. It's been 3 years since my last Halloween street party in HK! Hell yea!!!!

I've been sending my resume to all the jobs that I like with useful experience for a better job. But if this stage is failed, my second stage would be sending my CV to whatever I can see on the newspapers and job websites, or probably let agencies decide my fate. crossing finger for a good job. :(

It's still hot in HK, but it was a bit chilling tonite. I wear singlet and short skirt all the time, regardless people on the street staring at my small boobs. one of my aunt said my skirt is too short that she can even see my underpants, she should dream on. No one can see anything but just because I'm wearing less than them (they all wear cheesy glittered trousers and long sleeves micky mouse shit top), they all like exaggerating crap like they can all see my fucking nipples. God help them... die faster please.

Happy Halloween dude~

P.S. found a great site for hiking in HK, now I can be a tour guide...

[[audio: Royskopp – what else is there?]]

Leaving My Second Home

Everything that happened last week was very fast but intense, I didn't have time to breath until now. It was a very harsh week to me, having my farewell, my last day in FBi, packing stuff, moving out and leaving all the people that I love. I've never felt so sad before, cos these 3 and a half years mean so much to me that I just can't afford to let go. Every night when I was about to sleep, my tears just uncontrollably came out to grieve.

Hong Kong time 5:00am, I stepped on the ground of my hometown, nothing was in my mind, all I got was the moment I left Bill and Jackson at the Sydney airport departure gateway. Feelings was absolutely complicated, but I am doing my best to refrain it. I got so many things waiting for me to do now, so I let the action lead my soul, hopefully it could numb my feelings a bit.

I've been very busy moving out last week, but I do wanna say thank you for all the people who came to my farewell in the Clock, it was really great to see you all one last time, and very surprised seeing whose I haven't seen for a long while. For whose didn't come, don't have to say sorry, I will see you all again for sure.

Here is some special thanks:

Soph & Claire: Thank you so much for helping me to move, I would be seriously in big trouble without you both. so much love, hope you enjoy the stuff I gave you, tho they are not big things.

Sam: Thanks for coming to see me one last time, you are not an idiot, cos you came. You are a very significant friend to me, and I won't forget you and your caring. Enjoy Canada.

Jackson: What should I say to thank you? The friendship between you and me are hard to express it by words. You are awesome bro who always look after me, and always there for me. Thank you Jacko.

Jaime: You are very nice person, I cherish our friendship so much. bless you and Tuk. Thanks for fixing my computer, you are the legend! :)

Fbi crew: Fbi makes me believe that music can really be made out of love, and it's all because of you guys. Keep FBi alive, keep my dream alive. xo


When will I see you all again?... hope it won't be long.

Here is my postal address:
20/a The Blue Yard,
1 Tai Uk St., Tsuen Wan,
Hong Kong.

send me your love :)

[[audio: Cage - Perfect World]]

Last Allnighter on 13th Oct 2005

Tonight I got so many people called up to say good-bye, very nice! Some people kept calling back just wanna chat with me, they asked about my feelings, my next plan, and even my starsign...! Interesting, isn't it? I also invited one of the Fay's radio fans to come to my farewell, everyone says I'm crazy, oh hell! who cares? :p

It's a fun night, very busy, but I was happy! and I played:

2:00 What We Want! [Alice Russell]
2:04 Girl And The Sea [The Presets]
2:17 Spirit Dittie Of No Tone [Deerhoof]
2:21 Pardon My Freedom [!!!]
2:28 Losing My Edge [LCD Soundsystem]
2:37 High Til It's Hurt [Good Buddha]
2:40 We Can't Hear You [The Herd]
2:48 C-C (You Set The Fire In Me) [Tom Vek]
2:50 Opium Of The People [The Mint Chicks]
2:59 Ophelia [Ambulance LTD]
3:03 Always Love [Nada Surf]
3:15 The Rat [The Walkmen]
3:18 Signal and Sign [Maximo Park]
3:21 Munich [Editors]
3:29 Fortress [Pinback]
3:33 El Cargo [Amon Tobin]
3:41 Helicopter [Bloc Party]
3:44 We'll Make A Lover Of You [Les Savy Fav]
3:48 Alana [The Panda Band]
3:55 Cream [Dappled Cities Fly]
5:58 I Think You're Blind [Red Riders]
4:06 Bus Stop The [Lyrical Madmen]
4:10 Cay's Crays [Fat Freddy's Drop]
4:16 Back Then [PEGZ]
4:20 Is Your Love On? [Botanics]
4:29 Can't Stop [Hermitude]
4:32 Fast Cars [Aesop Rock]
4:36 Read To Me [B(if)tek]
4:45 Four tet feat. Perecee P [Fourtet]
4:48 That Sound [Ohmega Watts]
4:49 She Gets Up [TZU]
5:01 Melody DJ [Nu Mark & Pomo]
5:07 Mind's Eye [Wolfmother]
5:10 451 [Decoder Ring]
5:15 History [Controller Controller]
5:20 Juice Box [The Strokes]
5:25 Word In The Sky [Sparkadia]
5:30 When I Goose Step [The Shins]
5:33 The Neightborhood #2 (Laika) [The Arcade Fire]
5:40 The Engine Driver [The Decemberists]
5:44 If I Try [Intercooler]
5:47 Chained To The Wall [Bluebottle Kiss]
5:54 Sleep Less [The Devoted Few]
5:56 Like A Girl [Brian Campeau]
6:00 Shine A Light [Wolf Parade]

Oh well, I'm done with Allnighter. Thanks for everyone who've been listened to my show. Merci.
See you all on Sunday nite! (YEH! whoever's reading my blog, you are all invite, and I mean it!)

::7 days left::

My Last Allnighter

Tonight (Thursday morning) 2-6am.
Send me your request or I see you later.

::8days left::

[[audio: The Herd - National Holiday]]

my farewell

hi my coconuts, time goes fast, i'm finally leaving sydney. but i would love to see you one last time, so please free yourself on this sunday night, and come to my farewell for a drink.

FAY's FAREWELL
date: 16/10/2005
time: 6-midnight (6-7pm happy hour!)
location: the clock hotel - balcony bar (470 crown st, surry hills)

hoping to see you, really.

::9 days left::

[[audio: Coco Rosie - Good Friday]]

Tolerance Is Limited

Today I just know that my tolerance of hunger is limited, walking on the street feeling dizzy and then fainted at the station. Thought someone would care, but the reality is that don't expect people would care, especially the one who close to you, they just too busy to care. Sometimes strangers are nicer than people you know.

P.S. Thanks Ben, Totoya is very nice.

::10 days left::

[[audio: PEGZ - Back then]]

Peel Off The Skin

The freedom of media in china is zero, yet they pretend that it's 100% open. All the deception just to conceal their ugly side, but who really know their conspiracy? They just let you to do the story under the government's control, so they can make sure you are not writing bad stories. Those who don't follow, will end up like the story below.

I wonder how many people know about this.

'They beat him until he was lifeless'

How democracy activist in China's new frontline was left for dead after a brutal attack by a uniformed mob

Benjamin Joffe-Walt in Taishi, southern China
Monday October 10, 2005
The Guardian

The last time I saw Lu Banglie, he was lying in a ditch on the side of the street - placid, numb and lifeless - the spit, snot and urine of about 20 men mixing with his blood, and running all over his body.

I had only met him that day. He was to show me the way to Taishi, the hotspot of the growing rural uprisings in China. It felt like heading into a war. Taishi is under siege, I was warned. The day I arrived a French radio journalist and a Hong Kong print journalist were rumoured to have been beaten somewhere around Taishi.

The Taishi election had also been scheduled for that very day, and news of a hunger strike by one of the two most famous figures in Taishi had just come out.

Mr Lu was a very soft-spoken man, one of those skinny guys who looked like he might start tearing at any moment. Born as a peasant in Baoyuesi village of Bailizhou town in Zhijiang city in Hubei province, he was a people's representative and had been in the village of Taishi since the start of a democratic movement in the area.

That movement, deeply unpopular with the local authorities, has come to be seen as a weather vane for China's tentative steps toward a more representative society. It has led to beatings and mass arrests among its population as well as for observers who ventured into its environs.

Mr Lu was at the forefront of this maelstrom. And yesterday this was where the problem lay. We had hired a taxi. Mr Lu got in the car to put us on the right road. As we got closer, I asked him to get out. He refused. "If you go, I go," he insisted. I told him he would be endangering himself, the driver and maybe us. He was unfazed, not even listening. I repeated for a third time that I wanted him to get out of the car. It didn't work. The translator was annoyed and asked me to leave it. Mr Lu knew the risks better than us, he reasoned. So I dropped it, and it was this appeasement that determined Mr Lu's fate.

We arrived on the outskirts of Taishi, just as the dirt roads start. There were 30 to 50 men - angry, inebriated, bored men. Most looked like thugs. Some wore military camouflage uniform. Some wore blue uniforms with badges on the shoulders, and one guy had a greyish-mauve uniform with a walkie-talkie. Our taxi driver, who we had hired randomly in a neighbouring village, was called out by the thugs. They screamed at him: "What the fuck are you doing here?"

He knew nothing. He came back in and screamed at us. "Fuck all of you, look now you've gotten me into trouble."

We told him to reverse but by that time it was already too late, the car was encircled. "Don't go out!," I screamed, telling everyone to lock their doors. I called a colleague on my mobile, asked him to stay on the phone with me.

The men outside shouted among themselves and those in uniform suddenly left. Those remaining started pushing on the car, screaming at us to get out. They pointed flashlights at us, and when the light hit Mr Lu's face, it was as if a bomb had gone off. They completely lost it. They pulled him out and bashed him to the ground, kicked him, pulverised him, stomped on his head over and over again. The beating was loud, like the crack of a wooden board, and he was unconscious within 30 seconds.

They continued for 10 minutes. The body of this skinny little man turned to putty between the kicking legs of the rancorous men. This was not about teaching a man a lesson, about scaring me, about preventing access to the village; this was about vengeance - retribution for teaching villagers their legal rights, for agitating, for daring to hide.

They slowed down but never stopped. He lay there - his eye out of its socket, his tongue cut, a stream of blood dropping from his mouth, his body limp, twisted. The ligaments in his neck were broken, so his head lay sideways as if connected to the rest of his body by a rubber band.

We were probably in the car another five to eight minutes. The front windows were open and various men were reaching in to unlock my door. I held my hand tight to the lock. They punched me, twisted my wrist, tried everything possible with a quick grab to get me out. But I wouldn't let go, and I defended myself while watching Mr Lu get beaten through the window.

Eventually, my translator got out. I followed. They opened my pen, searched my pockets, underwear and socks, asked my translator if his watch could record anything. They asked what we were doing in Taishi. They found my Chinese press pass. "You foreigners you are ruining Taishi," they screamed. "You write write write so much about what's happened here that all these businesses have fled the new industrial zone."

My head was spinning. I was in a mixed state of shock at what had happened to Mr Lu and utter fear for my life.

I shamelessly begged. I prayed. I offered them money. I tried to smile at them. Random people came up to Mr Lu and kicked him in the head, clearing their nose of snot on his body, spitting on him, peeing on him, showing off for each other. I had no idea what to do.

I stood there, sweating, my hands ripping my hair out, just staring at the blood all over the man who had risked his life to help me.

An ambulance came. The medic got out, checked his pulse and left. Then it hit me: I'd done absolutely nothing to save Mr Lu. I stood there watching. I'm trained as a medic, and I did nothing to save Mr Lu. Absolutely nothing. They put us in a car, told us we were being taken for interrogation. On the way the men joked, laughed and we shook.

Mr Lu spent his adult life working to empower villagers and to get the attention of Beijing and the world. He was beaten up many times, had scars all over his body. This, he thought, was part of his work.

Once at the township, they put us at a conference table with flowers and spring water. About 15 officials sat round it and politely questioned us, videotaping the interaction as if it were a TV show. "Why did you come to Taishi? Why did you meet Lu Banglie? How did you meet him?" they asked.

"We are not interested in the reception of media interviews of any kind at this juncture in time," one official explained.

His superior arrived: Ms Qi Hong, associate director of the government news office in Guangzhou. "China is open to foreigners," she said. "We welcome any journalists in Guangzhou, but if you don't follow the proper procedures how can we guarantee your safety?"

The initiator of Mr Lu's beating sat at the table, eyes bloodshot, arms crossed at an angle, his elbow jutting into the air as if to show his extreme disinterest in us.

They said we had broken the law by coming here without permission. We apologised. That is all, that is how the night ended. We walked out of the government building, still being filmed, across the lawn, past the Chinese flag at high mast, and into the car.

They waved and smiled, filming us as we drove off. And this is all I can say about the story of Mr Lu because I never saw Taishi from the inside and cannot tell you how it looks, what the people say, how the air feels.

What I can tell you is that what's going on in Taishi is perhaps the most significant grassroots social movement China has seen since the Cultural Revolution, a rural revolt against corruption, against deterioration of healthcare, against the illegal sale of farmland, and broadly against urban capitalism that has reaped no benefits for these farmers.

The Guardian has been unable to confirm what happened to Mr Lu.

Police said they had received reports that he had been taken to hospital, but that he had been released and was "fine". The three nearest hospitals said that no one had been admitted yesterday.

The last words of Mr Lu I wrote down were: "The police cover their arses. They employ all these thugs whose lives mean nothing to them to kill you. That's why once we are in this we can't go out."

Source - Guardian UK

Saturday Night Fever

I had a good Saturday, it's just so great that when all the things you wanna do work out well with time and people and everything. Yeah! In the afternoon, I went to have lunch with Pauly in his friend's cafe in Glebe, he had mushroom with melted cheese on bread jammed with pesto; and i had super tasty smoke chicken salad with snow peas, mangoes and so many other things in it. Yum! Then of course, to meet up in Glebe on Saturday is always for the market, we had a good time there and both of us also got something, which is the best since we all satisfies~ Walking all the way back to central and cruised up to Surry Hills and stop at our final place - Lounge Cafe. I'm never sick of this place, brought Jackson there just couple nites ago and now with Paul, so good...

Headed down to meet up Sophie and have sushi on George street, good food and good conversation. After that, we went to Petersham for Susan's 80's housewarming party. This is the best house party I have ever seem, really! Theme party ain't always successful, as some people never into this dressing up thing, and they just walk in with normal clothes and then they just sit in the corner coz they can't fit in. But not this one, everyone was so 80's and very into the party, I love it. Susan is so sweet, the first thing she said to me once i got there was 'Fay I don't want you to go, marry me and we live together forever.' how cute!? but of coz I don't doubt that she was drunk, haha! still I love her. We had a couple of drinks, mingled with some kool people, jumped on the trampoline til we all got dizzy, then me and Soph headed off to see The Presets in Metro.

Gig was pretty good even we were fashionably late, lazer show, big balloons and flying tissue paper, what a good vibe! I was a bit worry that my 80's dress would embarrass myself, but seems everyone was dressing up quite 80's like (2005 fasion statement!?). It ended so late, and I was so cold and tired when it finished. But yea, it's good for a saturday nite.

::11 days left::

[[audio: Tom Vek - C-C (You Set The Fire In Me)]]

Raw Or Burnt?

Can't believe Tiani is leaving earlier than me! Oh well, it's good to see her move on for a better change, and it's about time to get some new blood for FBi. The tea ceremony was great, though it's a bit decieving that there's actually have heaps alcohol involved. *hell yeah!* It's also good to see how the present we prepare was appreciated, a photo album with pictures and people's farewell note, so much good memories! Oh, I hope she like my Wonder woman special edition page, I can see many people found it amusing. :p

I was awaken by a phone call 3am, but it hang up when I picked the phone up. No number shown up, was thinking all night 'who the fuck did this prank??' 9am the next morning, the phone rang again, and I realised it's Kath who called from Chicago! Wow, what a surprise!! I mean, I don't usually getting long distance call from friends, this is very very sweet of her. :) We talk about 30mins and the conversation just ended by my stupid phone fucking up the connection, as usual. But it's really good to hear her voice and the memory how she like to tell me everything.

Went to FBi and it's just so quiet without T there. So I left early and back home for good. In the middle of my journey, Clare called me to go to this 'hairdo' art performance party with her, as she wanna do a story of it for triple J. So yea why not? I went. Realised it was a kinky warehouse party with hairdresser giving you weird haircut, Clare asked me to give it a go and I was keen, until the moment I saw him shave a quarter of a girl's beautiful hair...

Since the theme is hair, they made this pubic hair parade. Men and women's pubes, long one, short one, heart shape, slashed shape and more, I just couldn't believe my eyes. It was crazily weird and funny, but personally I dun think it's really that artisitic as they emphasized. I just can't take it as art seriously, but it was a good nite to see something special before I leave the country. haha! All the best to your story Frosty~!

After the seeing so much hair, we drove back to Chatswood to meet up with Sophie for a coffee. Ended up in my place having tea and chat funny shit up til 2 in the morning! Geez, I never know the time when chatting with these gals, the conversation just seems never end! FBi, 'M&M' bitching section, childhood memories, life, friends and family, and so on. Really enjoy it and such a good time doesn't seem like to happen all the time at all, so I really appreciate it! Love you Soph and Clare! xo

Damn, I better sleep now, got heaps to do tomorrow~

::12 days left::

[[audio: Mr Morning Jacket - Dondante]]

Time To Wake Up

Loving is a waste of time when the other person isn't puting an effort to love back.

Waiting is a waste of time when no one is coming.

Dying is a waste of time when we only got one life.

So please make an effort and don't do stupid shit.

Helping is a waste of time when the person who seek help isn't giving an effort to make a better change.

P.S. Can't believe T is leaving tomorrow! I'm missin her already...
P.P.S. Fun night Jackson, with you I never feel alone. :)

::15 days left::

[[audio: Muph & Plutonic - Heaps Good]]

Stay Away From Sycophants

Recently I watched two really good animations, and both of them are involved a lot of human touch, which is what an animation should be to claim its own name.

Howl's Moving Castle
by Hayao Miyazaki

I grow up with Hayao Miyazaki's animation, My Neighbour Totoro(1993); Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind (1984); Castle in the Sky (1986); Princess Mononoke (1999); Spirited Away (2002) and so on... I've seen them all, and it defines what an animation really is, instead of those blunted computerized shit.

Howl's Moving Castle is another Hayao's masterpiece to show how rich his imagination is. Everything is so unbridled as if all the amazing things you dreamt in childhood have came up to the silver screen again: walking in the air, flying like a bird, living in a mysterial castle with a prince-liked magician. The sense of humour in this movie is very cute and childlike(not childish!), no nastiness nor idiotic lousy joke. The only thing that I have to complain is the story didn't state clearly about who Markl is, why is this little boy live in the castle with Howl?

Wallace & Gromit: The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit
by Nick Park

Well done!! This is one of the few movies proves that the fourth production can be as good as the first production! First time know about Wallace and Gromit was in A Grand Day Out (1986), which was done when Nick Park was still a student! After the successful DIY start, The Wrong Trousers and A Close Shave have also became his classic work, which I can hardly resist. I always love Gromit, a smart dog that loves knitting and reading papers more than barking.

The Curse of the Were-Rabbit dives into the mighty british humor, the story is incredibly funny with a brilliant plot. Compare with his past work, the animation in this production is more vival since he got a huge team helping, instead of all done by himself that could take him 5 years for one shot. Oh, and who can hate those rabbits? aren't they just so adorable? absolutely love it!

I'm very impressed by the 15 mins madagascar penguins short film before Wallace & Gromit, reminds me how funny the penguins are and how violent the old lady is! Wonderful!!!!!!!

They all receive my touchdown (5 out of 5) !!!!

P.S. three days beach meditation trip was good, have to do more!
P.P.S. ok, any suggestion for a good place for farewell? I need some inspirations!

::16 days left::

[[audio: The Herd - We Can't Hear You]]

For Sale!

Well, as you all know that I'm leaving on 20 Oct, which is not more than a month, so it's better to sell my heavy stuff out. So please please help me to spead this post out to whoever's interested, that will be a big help to me, thanks!

Computer: (AU$800)
- Pentium(R) 4; CPU 2.40GHz; 256MB Ram
- Window XP Professional Version
- 1/2 year old
including:
CD-Writer (Nero)
DVD-Rom
LCD Monitor 30.5x23 cm (Radeon 8500; excellent display card!)
Infrared Mouse
Keyboard
Lan Card (Moderm is free too if you are 56k Dial-up user)

T.V: (AU$80)
- 41.5x31cm
- with remote control
- 2 year old

Desk 1: (AU$50)
- 120x55cm
- 4 drawers
- white color
- 2 year old

Desk 2: (AU$50)
- 170x46.5cm
- no drawer
- black color with wooden top
- 1 year old

Double Bed: (AU$500)
- nice black frame
- "hi-tech spinal zone" mattress
- 1 year old

Express your interest! Some of the price are negotiable, just e-mail me or call me!
email: fayske@yahoo.com.au
phone: 0402 599 464

Cheers!