……人事幾番新

當年，我剛從巴黎「回」RH再返港
面試，簽約
翻譯，定稿
趕論文，見朋友

現在，校舍變了，工作變了，老師走了，執筆忘字了
政治氣候把人逼瘋了
有緣，小聚片刻
幸而
師生情依舊

With the right tools, blogging seems more likely to happen; laptops replaced by netbooks, which are then supplanted by smartphones, and subsequently iPads with keyboard (coming full circle perhaps?).

As technology advances, it ought to be the case that communication and work is more effective/efficient, and yet such speedy connection has spoilt us - rendering us more and more restless, more impatient, and less willing to make persistent effort for (seemingly less significant) results.

There is something about the vibe of a cafe - it is as much about the ambience as the caffeine, and the isolation as much as the other patrons.

Perhaps there is something wrong about the work setting in the office.

It is not news that office work and creativity does not go hand in hand, but it has come to a point that general thinking is curtailed. No, bound, limited, gagged, closeted.

It must be the space.
I honestly need a proper break.

「過去讓它過去」
生活又到了另一個瓶頸，既不如意，且進退失據

為何把工作帶回家、全天候閱讀電郵短訊會變成理所當然的事?
為何一個人、一件事、一份計劃最要緊的不是內涵而是虛有其表的包裝?
為何看到正往死胡同裡走卻沒人示警?
為何「成功人士」竟能面不改容推銷著天大的謊言?

不知所謂
Is it worth hanging on?

有啲muscles耐唔用係真係會生銹
唔多鍾意做PR，但都係要做多啲，唔係出到去成日都好似隻鵪鶉咁

唉

過去讓他過去
來不及
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