Dear Osama

They priced 25 million USD on your head so the terror will stop. Well I wouldn't know about that I mean rock & roll didn't stop when Elvis died yet things just got worse.

Don't lose sleep on my account Osama, I won't turn you in since I don't know how to spend 25 million USD. But after you blew up London, things just got a bit different here. Though London is not a very nice place in a lot of ways, I have been living there for a long period of time. You know, when you blew London up, it has become something personal here. Well you have nothing to worry about since I really won't turn you in, instead, I will do things in my own way.

In the way that you will never want to know.

The school girl

I never thought I would meet her again. I mean if it has not been my old computer, or we didn't come back HK, our path may never cross again. It has been four years, or five, since the last time that we got together. I still remember the morning when she slept on my shoulder, I dared not move an inch for afraid of waking her up. Many years have passed since then, and she has become a nice lady.

Some things never change, and some things do.

Walk on, folks! Walk on!

A nice holiday again.

It was the day we were heading towards a glorious summer like the ones we had in the last few years. It was the day that most of the people were busy to make plans for spending their useless time. It was also the day when they were going boat trips, driving Skylines, messing in love affairs, fucking girls, watching AVs, clubbing in LKF or shopping in Langham like crazy. But there exists some people, who have decided to do things a bit differently. They chose to walk through the land of darkness and despair. They walked forth with knowledge that their efforts may well be in vain, despite what others might think, that no one would sing silver songs for them. Yet they walked still, with their heads holding up high. No matter how bitter the day might seem, neither rain, nor storm, nor extreme heat can truly keep them from walking, like no others, with hope and love in their hearts.

They sang the sweet silver songs themselves.

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“When you walk through a storm
hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wing,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.”
-- R. Rodgers and O. Hammerstein II, Musical Carousel, 1956