A photo call parade

3 08 2012

Whatever a photo call parade is, a picture showed up on my Facebook newsfeed this afternoon:

The caption was “Abercrombie & Fitch the Hottest guys photo call parade” 當一眾火辣男模現身時,過百市民尖叫聲震遍整個中環!

The promotional activity just struck me as being very superficial, and very typical of Hong Kong, where appearance is everything, with the city’s deep-seated mentality of how anything that originates from a huge conglomerate that may or may not be the socially-conscious, societally-responsible corporation it makes itself out to be, must be good, because it’s foreign, and different.

Being more socially- and environmentally aware has meant some lifestyle changes for me, and knowing that it would defeat the purpose of change, I have elected not to throw clothes away that I purchased from a corporation before knowing about their practices. Reading blogs about green lifestyles and other topics about conservation has been a productive and very engaging use of my summer. I feel motivated and more educated about how I can leave the world a better place by doing the work of one person.


The wonder and beauty

29 01 2011

I’m sitting on the 307 bus from Central to Tai Po right now, having got out of class and walked to Immigration Tower from Wanchai Road, and the bus goes along the Eastern Corridor and Tate’s Cairn route. As we plod alongside the harbour, the unusually clear view across to Tsim Sha Tsui allows the dull amber and raw orange of the sky to give way to dusky purples and magentas along the peek of the horizon visible between buildings, and as I listen to the song “This is Love” by The Autumn Film I am deeply in love with Hong Kong, and so speechless about how God’s love suddenly becomes such a surprise.

“This is love: that You still love me… in spite of me”

Tax returns

26 05 2008

Hong Kong has one of the lowest taxes in the world, but it doesn’t mean it’s necessarily welcomed.

Filling in tax returns are a joy the first time, because you suddenly feel really grown up, and mature. Every time after that, they are just painful.

Heh. The human condition.

Update: 4 hours later, I’m still working on the tax return. Oh my good grief.