Edith
Nomatter how late she stays up the night before, she always give me a fresh look. I would say pretty, smart and elegant when asking to portrait her. We used to chat during our entire Physics class. Feeling guilty at the same time, but doing nothing to improve our attitude towards what we were doing. It just sounds so funny. Somehow I miss this lousy non-productive way of life with her ------- just because I miss her.
(first met in 1988, HK: SHCC)Immaculate
If defining a relationship is hard, how could it be to define one which only built up in two months? My mind goes blurry when thinking of how deep could it be. Of course, time goes and colors fade. It went back to Sep 1995 when we first met. She is still in my mind and always is she there. An active and creative person with the most kindness heart I have ever seen. This is she, whom I admire.
(first met in 1995, HK: HKPolyU BRE O'Camp)Iris Yung
I was just a stupid fool. Never had a hint in anything. She humorously came like a shining star in my day-dreaming sky. She shook me thoroughly until every bit of my day-dreaming-activated cell fell out from my head. And then she spelt to me "Architecture" which I sometimes still spell it wrongly as "Architorture" after staying up for two nights. But since then, I have been falling under this spelling. And she brought me to this spellbinded world (she herself is spellbinded too, strong yet tender, reserved yet creative). By the way, "could you spell it one more time, Iris?"
(first met in Primary school, became friend in 1990, HK: SHCC)Mimi
I just got her letter--the letter of once-a-year. How much should people need to talk? How much time should friends stay together? I don't want to know why boyfriends and girlfriends are exceptional. She answered me through her true and honesty. This is enough, so simple, so pure. I know we all don't need to disguise as you are you. Thousands layers of wrapping couldn't cover your shimmering talents; millions years of searching couldn't discover one gift like you.
(first met in 1989, became friend in 1990, HK: SHCC)Anita
She was kind of having the symptoms of compulsive-obsessive disorder when I first knew her. She writes like she's typing, smells like she's just after bathing and reads like she's the speaker of the whitehouse. I wondered how people could stand her like this and then I realised I was one of her closest friends for almost a decade. There must be some kinds of mysterious chemicals which maintain this type of bonding for such a long time. Her demand for perfectness once made me dizzy and I could hardly name this unknown. Not until the last year I had been with her, I started thinking of this friend. There was no strange bonding, neither was there any unknown substance. Her honesty as well as her straightforwardness keeps people turn to her. Her non-aggressive personality seems always a welcoming armed-couch to me, both when I am glad and depressed. And now I wonder again, I wonder how people could stand next to this couch rather than resting comfortably on it.
(first met in 1988, became friend in 1990, HK:SHCC)Maria Fung
A mother-like ex-classmate of mine. But this mother-like characteristic does not apply to her outlook. It is in terms of her benevolent and her sensitive consideration to all people around her. Her assertion about caring most others seems too naive to me all the times. But what most impresses me and makes her the real "Maria" is that her insistence in what she believe. Avoiding to be trapped in a paradigm, she opens herself up to new ideas and most of all, she is the one who knows what the word "forgive" meant. This kind of generosity is what I have been looking upon her.
(first met in 1989, became friend in 1993, HK: SHCC)
Maria Mak
A father-like ex-classmate of mine. She doesn't look macho nor the typical bread-winner in my heart. Somehow there are always children in my mind who jump up to her whenever they see her. And then they would rip off her stern face which is left after her long period of working. But suddenly she would wear in those oxidized bronze kind of clothes standing high as she is the Statue of Liberty. The rareness of her depth in thinking makes her stand out of my most peers. Her clear and fresh mind reminds me of my imaginary dad. I admire her of her humble character inspite of her excellency in most jobs. Whenever I raise my arm pointing highly to her, my admiration would run from the bottom of my heart through my limbs to my fingers but would never end there. This delights me as I know at least I could be the closest to her in this posture by closing one of my shallowed eyes.Kai Wei
What kind of heart is inside those ribs? So tender and pure but as strong as iron. Soft as silk rinsing by freshy milk; sensitive as moon while its shape's changing in every flash, though subtlety is the way it does. O sweet Calvin, never is she letting any moment bypass; nor is there any laughter she would not be seizing. Why remind me of so many carefree childish days I'd lost? Why make me pick up the left-behind memories? Those were the long lost treasures locked in a room of everybody's heart when their days are no longer defined as young. Oh what words are slipping through my nonsense teeth? But thank you, you make me feel like a child again.
(HK: SHCC, House of Teresa 1993; US: PCC)Cody
I know I know, I am always too lousy for her. I do have my quiet side, but could I not ever expose that in front of her. The more she wants me to shut up, the more I want to speak. I know I know, I am always her misery. I scream when she's silence; I laugh when she's upset; I sleep when she's staying up for projects; I eat when she's hungry; I occupy the microphone when she wants to sing... Never do we have anything similar, but ever do people say we act alike. I seldom put ppl up on this page since I left Hong Kong. Not because I don't have friends but I take time to observe, avoiding to put hi-byes on here. Cody, I seldom keep my speech before letting it flows out of my mouth everytime I see you. Not because I don't want to be quiet but I try to tell you things--things that happens, things that I wanna share. Forgive me for all that misbehaviours which I intend to do, and I tell you now, I'll keep on, ha.... Anyways, Happy birthday on 11/5, don't ever say I am old again, I was born only 10 months and 15 days earlier than you, ha.... Don't upset by those comments, you know what I mean, those about your speed...
(US: first met in UCB~Dwinelle Hall, March 1999)
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