今次係肚痛...
睇左醫生話腸胃炎....但又冇痾同嘔喎...
但又請唔到假...
頂...
最後的士去的士返...好X貴
圖為google 的肚痛帖
睇左醫生話腸胃炎....但又冇痾同嘔喎...
但又請唔到假...
頂...
最後的士去的士返...好X貴
圖為google 的肚痛帖
2011年5月8日 星期日
2011年5月5日 星期四
THOR (2011)
等了又等，因為我的名字由此英雄人物而來。
終於可以看，跟他的好朋友iron man 相比，他是神話的界別，但同時低科技、直接。可以解讀成marvel comics 的世界觀吧！
Asgard 要幾絢麗有幾絢麗，要幾壯觀有幾壯觀！
其實當中也有不少笑位，好像Thor 看到電腦滑鼠時、受傷時、以及跟Jane 相遇相知之時。
鐵絲的札記總是不理智的。
當然natalie portman 勁有氣質，不過....我心目中的男主角先生是...true blood 的eric (Alexander Skarsgård)啦! (人家真的流著北歐的血!!)
當然...Alexander Skarsgård係唔夠 Chris Hemswroth 咁大隻架喇!!(所以戲入面都有個大隻既笑位 :D)同埋Chris 個look 真係好似troy 既brad pitt，話佢冇跟我唔信囉!!!
雖然佢大隻得黎唔鈍~但我都係覺得Alexander Skarsgård比較有氣質!
個配樂成件事好正能量，遲下要買Soundtrack!!
另外，做SIF 的Jaimie Alexander 好型!! (但唔知點解我諗起...簡慕華 lol)
之但係呢....因為我死都要睇埋後面果段hidden track....畀人話我毒囉!! .\_/.
佢個official site 真係靚到喊!!!
圖片來源: google
2011年5月1日 星期日
明信片的聯想
收到了有人的post-card，令鬱悶的心情轉好，但仍未有心情面對工作。
很尷尬，原來媽媽會看不特止，還朗讀出來。=__=
看到那幀明信片，想起這兩首歌。
王宛之的畫意
明哥的阿姆斯特丹
謝謝你在這個城市裡曾想起過我。
Toy Story 3 (2010)
Image Source: GoogleHow did you treat your toys that have not been played for years? Throw them away? Place them at the inner corner of the wardrobe? Or, donate them to a daycare centre for toddlers? Here comes to the third sequel of the Toy Story franchise, a well-known advantageous animation. Andy, the owner of those toys, has grown into a teenager and about to leave his family and go to college. His toys, therefore, end up donated to a daycare centre and started a new life.
This is a story about freedom, as the toys were mistreated and victimized in the daycare centre. There was a evil fluffy teddy bear and a gang of toys turned the paradise to a prison. The toys, leading by Sheriff Woody, have to start their adventure for freedom.
Unfortunately, the great escape led the toys to their own metaphorical of hell- the incinerator. Describing how they co-operate and how they fight with evil Losto, the story explained justice, friendship and teamwork to the viewers.
Although there was a lot of slapstick movements that make us laugh, it is not just a cartoon about living toys. No matter what your age is, this story would inspire you. You can read it as whatever you want to be; a romantic story of Ken and Barbie, an action movie starring all toys, a story about loyalty for Woody, a teenage story about growing up of Andy, you name it! However, one thing that I can be sure about is the positive characters in the movie can lead us “to infinity and beyond”.
除下吊帶前
主唱：薛凱琪
作曲：方大同
填詞：黃偉文
編曲：Randy Chow．Terry 徐浩
監製：Edward Chan．Charles Lee
歌詞
眼鏡除下 耳環除下
應該吻嗎 心似亂麻
我想停下 也許只怕
太早放縱他 採了嫩芽
回頭用 餘下 長夜 談話 能嗎
不想心軟給了他 叫他 胡亂去花
解開我的問題前 其餘未會脫下
情願扮作 只能看 而不能碰 像幅畫
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
隨便去痴纏
如被騙 也沒人可憐
原諒我 儲起最美一段
陪著愛戀開展
已說得很明顯
無遺地 呈現 全部 全沒 神祕
假使想細心 看真 每分 緩慢 揭起
好想挽手渡餘年 才留下這禁地
情願與每天玩遊戲 赢到遊戲 至送出驚喜
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
隨便去痴纏
如被騙 也沒人可憐
原諒我 儲起最美一段
如未進的花園
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
除下戒心前
查驗最愛並無虛言
原諒我 極敏感 極計算
回望我的 缺點
太喜歡吃 甜
從前先一再被騙
如果不是Fiona, 絕不能演繹出這樣矜持的少女情懷。
Wyman 的詞，如果早幾年發表，可能會成為好好提醒自己的名詞。
或者，我要好好惡補自己的溫柔與嫵媚。
作曲：方大同
填詞：黃偉文
編曲：Randy Chow．Terry 徐浩
監製：Edward Chan．Charles Lee
歌詞
眼鏡除下 耳環除下
應該吻嗎 心似亂麻
我想停下 也許只怕
太早放縱他 採了嫩芽
回頭用 餘下 長夜 談話 能嗎
不想心軟給了他 叫他 胡亂去花
解開我的問題前 其餘未會脫下
情願扮作 只能看 而不能碰 像幅畫
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
隨便去痴纏
如被騙 也沒人可憐
原諒我 儲起最美一段
陪著愛戀開展
已說得很明顯
無遺地 呈現 全部 全沒 神祕
假使想細心 看真 每分 緩慢 揭起
好想挽手渡餘年 才留下這禁地
情願與每天玩遊戲 赢到遊戲 至送出驚喜
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
隨便去痴纏
如被騙 也沒人可憐
原諒我 儲起最美一段
如未進的花園
除下吊帶前
承諾卻 停滯不前
其實我 盼望能 一起不只 一晚那樣短
除下戒心前
查驗最愛並無虛言
原諒我 極敏感 極計算
回望我的 缺點
太喜歡吃 甜
從前先一再被騙
如果不是Fiona, 絕不能演繹出這樣矜持的少女情懷。
Wyman 的詞，如果早幾年發表，可能會成為好好提醒自己的名詞。
或者，我要好好惡補自己的溫柔與嫵媚。
2011年4月30日 星期六
Royal wedding passes without a hitch as Kate and William seal it with a kiss
Considering the huge guest list, the crowds, and the massed ranks of cameras, the royal wedding proved an intimate affair
Stephen Bates
guardian.co.uk, Friday 29 April 2011 20.23 BST
Considering the size of the audience, the two sets of trumpeters, two choirs and several of the most senior clerics in the land, the presence of the entire British royal family, 45 crowned heads from around the world and a guest list stretching to nearly 2,000, it was quite an intimate wedding. And, confounding all the understandable fears, nerves and precautions, it went off without a hitch.
Miss Catherine Middleton of Bucklebury, Berkshire went into Westminster Abbey at 11am and came out an hour and a quarter later, holding the hand of the second in line to the throne as Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge – she will not be known as Princess Catherine. At the moment of their wedding, the Queen bestowed a title on her husband, Prince William of Wales. In fact, there were three titles so that none of her realms felt left out: he also became Earl of Strathearn and Baron Carrickfergus.
Yet, for all the pomp and circumstance surrounding them, the couple found space to share knowing looks and smiles, suggesting that the natural instincts and affections which Dr John Hall, the abbey's dean, told them at the start of the service had been implanted by God, were already in place. There were giggles between them as he struggled to wriggle the Welsh gold ring on to her finger.
Later, appearing on the balcony at Buckingham Palace to give each other the obligatory kiss to satisfy the watching crowd and the massed ranks of the world's cameras, they gave each other the most perfunctory and chaste of pecks, as if slightly dismissive of the public nature of the ritual.
After a couple of minutes, they did it again in case anyone had missed it. But there was another surprise: William and his bride appearing later in his dad's 40-year-old open-topped Aston Martin, festooned with balloons and a Just Wed number plate, roaring out of the palace and heading down the Mall.
On a grey but bright and muggy day in central London – no sign during the morning of the showers that had threatened to break the month's hot weather – police estimated that up to a million people congregated, half of them in the Mall. In contrast to how police count demonstrations, that may have been an overestimate, but there were certainly many thousands. In the only slight sign of trouble, a small group of protesters gathering in Soho Square to put on masks were pre-emptively stalled without getting near.
Overnight several thousand people had camped outside the abbey, where some had bagged space since early in the week, and along the edge of St James's Park. From early morning, many thousands more poured in, parents carrying picnic bags and rucksacks and children with flags and painted faces, wearing their best party dresses, some of them with cardboard crowns and many others with union flag hats. There were whole families, including grannies and grandads and a high proportion of young people, with many tourists among them.
As they made their way across the bridges, tramping towards Westminster, where the abbey glowed white in the early light, the mood was cheery and police officers, asked to take family photos, obliged. It was, Lord Sacks, the chief rabbi, noted on the BBC, Britain and royalty at its best.
Later the prime minister would gush too: "It was beautiful to see two people who really love each other and who are incredibly happy at an amazing ceremony ... A day when we see 'the new team'. It was incredibly romantic and moving.
"It's a great moment for Britain, a moment when everyone is celebrating and it's being watched round the world where people will see lots of things they love about Britain," David Cameron said.
Before 9am the first guests were arriving at the abbey, walking the red carpet that had been laid outside, through the Great West Door, past the tomb of the Unknown Warrior and up to the altar steps. The nave itself was lined with growing trees, eight maples and two hornbeams, with scented lily of the valley flowers planted at their base. The guests looked like an animated Madame Tussauds: Trevor Brooking and Earl Spencer, Elton John – his hair billowing in the wind like his very own fascinator – waving to the crowd with his partner David Furnish, Tara Palmer-Tomkinson and the Beckhams, newly arrived from Los Angeles with David wearing his OBE pinned to his suit. Cheering wafted into the abbey from outside.
Then came the foreign leaders: Australia's republican prime minister Julia Gillard and her partner, New Zealand's John Key and his wife . They were followed by British politicians, the men dragooned into morning suits: Ed Miliband and his fiancee Justine Thornton, Nick Clegg – his wife Miriam González Durántez almost defiantly glamorous – followed by David and Samantha Cameron and a clutch of ministers.
Prince William, in the scarlet tunic of the Irish Guards, followed 45 minutes before the service, accompanied by his brother and best man Prince Harry, in time to greet arriving members of foreign royal families. Then, a fleet of four minibuses followed carrying minor royals from Buckingham Palace, like a charabanc outing.
And then there were the Middletons. A week ago Carole Middleton, flight attendant turned successful businesswoman, could have caught a cab unnoticed in Whitehall. Yesterday she and her son James, who has just started his own cake business, were driven by limousine up the Mall, across Horseguards Parade and past the Houses of Parliament past cheering crowds, to be greeted at the abbey door by a clutch of clergy, including the Archbishop of Canterbury in mitre and cope.
Do mothers still dream that their daughters might grow up to marry a prince and be driven down the Mall in a carriage? If so, Mrs Middleton bore the slightly stunned, unreal expression of one who has woken up to find the dream come true. They were followed by Prince Charles, in naval uniform, and the Duchess of Cornwall and then the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh. And then the bridesmaids and pages, the littlest, three-year-old Grace Van Cutsem, yawning from excitement and tiredness - the little girl, led out on to the balcony at the palace, would later cover her ears to shield them from the noise.
Then lastly, precisely on time, Kate Middleton and her father Michael, whose career started as a British Airways cargo dispatcher, slid into a royal Rolls-Royce at their hotel, the dress, subject of so much speculation, still hidden from view: all that could be seen was lace about the sleeves and a veil over the head. The secret of the elegant ivory gown, designed by Sarah Burton, had to wait another nine minutes until the bride stepped out of her limousine at the abbey.
The intention behind the service itself was a demonstration of Britishness: music by British composers – John Rutter and Peter Maxwell Davies and the young Welsh composer Paul Mealor as well as Elgar, Britten and Vaughan Williams – and old, favourite hymns: Guide Me O Thou Great Redeemer, Love Divine, All Loves Excelling and Jerusalem.
The service itself, in conformity with the Church of England's 1966 prayerbook, was a mixture of modern and archaic English, during the course of which Middleton and her husband promised to love, comfort, honour and keep each other, forsaking all others and keeping only unto themselves. William also promised to share all his worldly goods with her.
In his address Richard Chartres, the bishop of London and the clergyman closest to the royal family, advised: "The more we give of self, the richer we become in soul; the more we go beyond ourselves in love, the more we become our true selves ... In marriage we are seeking to bring one another into fuller life." As he spoke of the Holy Spirit quickening within them, filling their lives with light and so leading on to family life, Middleton blushed and smiled.
There are those loyalists who say Princess Diana's spirit would be hovering and certainly her influence was seen most obviously as the couple left the abbey: the new duchess grinning with relief and joy, her husband smiling, but self-consciously blushing with eyes downcast, like his mother in a thousand photographs.
And so to the palace in the 1902 state landau, pulled by white horses. En route the only unforseen incident of the day occurred when a horse ridden by a member of the Household Cavalry escort bolted, throwing its rider as the procession passed Downing Street.
Only pride was dented, the Ministry of Defence said later: the horse "had had a bit of a moment".
Then those discreet kisses on the balcony. And that was thought likely to be that: retirement for the Queen's reception to partake of crab salad and duck terrine, smoked salmon on beetroot blini, asparagus spears and quails' eggs, langoustines and pork belly, Pol Roger champagne and wedding cake and to listen to Charles joke about passing his bald spot on to his son. After that spread, the 85-year-old monarch and her 89-year-old husband were understandably going to retreat to the country, leaving the youngsters to a dinner and disco. This is a prince less hidebound than his father and more informal.
For most couples the drive down the Mall would be the start of their drive into the sunset, but not this pair, not any longer: they turned sharp left 200 yards down the road into Clarence House to rest and recuperate before the evening.
Last night they were staying at Buckingham Palace. Today they set off on a fortnight's honeymoon – destination a closely guarded secret but one that is almost certain to be discovered in time for the Sunday papers: a new life for the Duke of Cambridge and a transformed one for his duchess. She will never walk unnoticed down a street ever again.
Source
The guardian 真係好幽默，bold 左的是很好的比喻~~
Stephen Bates
guardian.co.uk, Friday 29 April 2011 20.23 BST
Considering the size of the audience, the two sets of trumpeters, two choirs and several of the most senior clerics in the land, the presence of the entire British royal family, 45 crowned heads from around the world and a guest list stretching to nearly 2,000, it was quite an intimate wedding. And, confounding all the understandable fears, nerves and precautions, it went off without a hitch.
Miss Catherine Middleton of Bucklebury, Berkshire went into Westminster Abbey at 11am and came out an hour and a quarter later, holding the hand of the second in line to the throne as Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge – she will not be known as Princess Catherine. At the moment of their wedding, the Queen bestowed a title on her husband, Prince William of Wales. In fact, there were three titles so that none of her realms felt left out: he also became Earl of Strathearn and Baron Carrickfergus.
Yet, for all the pomp and circumstance surrounding them, the couple found space to share knowing looks and smiles, suggesting that the natural instincts and affections which Dr John Hall, the abbey's dean, told them at the start of the service had been implanted by God, were already in place. There were giggles between them as he struggled to wriggle the Welsh gold ring on to her finger.
Later, appearing on the balcony at Buckingham Palace to give each other the obligatory kiss to satisfy the watching crowd and the massed ranks of the world's cameras, they gave each other the most perfunctory and chaste of pecks, as if slightly dismissive of the public nature of the ritual.
After a couple of minutes, they did it again in case anyone had missed it. But there was another surprise: William and his bride appearing later in his dad's 40-year-old open-topped Aston Martin, festooned with balloons and a Just Wed number plate, roaring out of the palace and heading down the Mall.
On a grey but bright and muggy day in central London – no sign during the morning of the showers that had threatened to break the month's hot weather – police estimated that up to a million people congregated, half of them in the Mall. In contrast to how police count demonstrations, that may have been an overestimate, but there were certainly many thousands. In the only slight sign of trouble, a small group of protesters gathering in Soho Square to put on masks were pre-emptively stalled without getting near.
Overnight several thousand people had camped outside the abbey, where some had bagged space since early in the week, and along the edge of St James's Park. From early morning, many thousands more poured in, parents carrying picnic bags and rucksacks and children with flags and painted faces, wearing their best party dresses, some of them with cardboard crowns and many others with union flag hats. There were whole families, including grannies and grandads and a high proportion of young people, with many tourists among them.
As they made their way across the bridges, tramping towards Westminster, where the abbey glowed white in the early light, the mood was cheery and police officers, asked to take family photos, obliged. It was, Lord Sacks, the chief rabbi, noted on the BBC, Britain and royalty at its best.
Later the prime minister would gush too: "It was beautiful to see two people who really love each other and who are incredibly happy at an amazing ceremony ... A day when we see 'the new team'. It was incredibly romantic and moving.
"It's a great moment for Britain, a moment when everyone is celebrating and it's being watched round the world where people will see lots of things they love about Britain," David Cameron said.
Before 9am the first guests were arriving at the abbey, walking the red carpet that had been laid outside, through the Great West Door, past the tomb of the Unknown Warrior and up to the altar steps. The nave itself was lined with growing trees, eight maples and two hornbeams, with scented lily of the valley flowers planted at their base. The guests looked like an animated Madame Tussauds: Trevor Brooking and Earl Spencer, Elton John – his hair billowing in the wind like his very own fascinator – waving to the crowd with his partner David Furnish, Tara Palmer-Tomkinson and the Beckhams, newly arrived from Los Angeles with David wearing his OBE pinned to his suit. Cheering wafted into the abbey from outside.
Then came the foreign leaders: Australia's republican prime minister Julia Gillard and her partner, New Zealand's John Key and his wife . They were followed by British politicians, the men dragooned into morning suits: Ed Miliband and his fiancee Justine Thornton, Nick Clegg – his wife Miriam González Durántez almost defiantly glamorous – followed by David and Samantha Cameron and a clutch of ministers.
Prince William, in the scarlet tunic of the Irish Guards, followed 45 minutes before the service, accompanied by his brother and best man Prince Harry, in time to greet arriving members of foreign royal families. Then, a fleet of four minibuses followed carrying minor royals from Buckingham Palace, like a charabanc outing.
And then there were the Middletons. A week ago Carole Middleton, flight attendant turned successful businesswoman, could have caught a cab unnoticed in Whitehall. Yesterday she and her son James, who has just started his own cake business, were driven by limousine up the Mall, across Horseguards Parade and past the Houses of Parliament past cheering crowds, to be greeted at the abbey door by a clutch of clergy, including the Archbishop of Canterbury in mitre and cope.
Do mothers still dream that their daughters might grow up to marry a prince and be driven down the Mall in a carriage? If so, Mrs Middleton bore the slightly stunned, unreal expression of one who has woken up to find the dream come true. They were followed by Prince Charles, in naval uniform, and the Duchess of Cornwall and then the Queen and Duke of Edinburgh. And then the bridesmaids and pages, the littlest, three-year-old Grace Van Cutsem, yawning from excitement and tiredness - the little girl, led out on to the balcony at the palace, would later cover her ears to shield them from the noise.
Then lastly, precisely on time, Kate Middleton and her father Michael, whose career started as a British Airways cargo dispatcher, slid into a royal Rolls-Royce at their hotel, the dress, subject of so much speculation, still hidden from view: all that could be seen was lace about the sleeves and a veil over the head. The secret of the elegant ivory gown, designed by Sarah Burton, had to wait another nine minutes until the bride stepped out of her limousine at the abbey.
The intention behind the service itself was a demonstration of Britishness: music by British composers – John Rutter and Peter Maxwell Davies and the young Welsh composer Paul Mealor as well as Elgar, Britten and Vaughan Williams – and old, favourite hymns: Guide Me O Thou Great Redeemer, Love Divine, All Loves Excelling and Jerusalem.
The service itself, in conformity with the Church of England's 1966 prayerbook, was a mixture of modern and archaic English, during the course of which Middleton and her husband promised to love, comfort, honour and keep each other, forsaking all others and keeping only unto themselves. William also promised to share all his worldly goods with her.
In his address Richard Chartres, the bishop of London and the clergyman closest to the royal family, advised: "The more we give of self, the richer we become in soul; the more we go beyond ourselves in love, the more we become our true selves ... In marriage we are seeking to bring one another into fuller life." As he spoke of the Holy Spirit quickening within them, filling their lives with light and so leading on to family life, Middleton blushed and smiled.
There are those loyalists who say Princess Diana's spirit would be hovering and certainly her influence was seen most obviously as the couple left the abbey: the new duchess grinning with relief and joy, her husband smiling, but self-consciously blushing with eyes downcast, like his mother in a thousand photographs.
And so to the palace in the 1902 state landau, pulled by white horses. En route the only unforseen incident of the day occurred when a horse ridden by a member of the Household Cavalry escort bolted, throwing its rider as the procession passed Downing Street.
Only pride was dented, the Ministry of Defence said later: the horse "had had a bit of a moment".
Then those discreet kisses on the balcony. And that was thought likely to be that: retirement for the Queen's reception to partake of crab salad and duck terrine, smoked salmon on beetroot blini, asparagus spears and quails' eggs, langoustines and pork belly, Pol Roger champagne and wedding cake and to listen to Charles joke about passing his bald spot on to his son. After that spread, the 85-year-old monarch and her 89-year-old husband were understandably going to retreat to the country, leaving the youngsters to a dinner and disco. This is a prince less hidebound than his father and more informal.
For most couples the drive down the Mall would be the start of their drive into the sunset, but not this pair, not any longer: they turned sharp left 200 yards down the road into Clarence House to rest and recuperate before the evening.
Last night they were staying at Buckingham Palace. Today they set off on a fortnight's honeymoon – destination a closely guarded secret but one that is almost certain to be discovered in time for the Sunday papers: a new life for the Duke of Cambridge and a transformed one for his duchess. She will never walk unnoticed down a street ever again.
Source
The guardian 真係好幽默，bold 左的是很好的比喻~~
