in rainbows

- I love this illustration by Angela Ho

-GShock party on Friday. Quan's performance, with female drummer (shame I don't know her name) kickedbutt. The party was organized by three separate groups, Casio, A-Vibe, and this new-ish company started by all former Beats people. Seeing the former Beats cats again was great. Ms Lam the MC was stylish with the new 'do and the UK punk pants. L was his usual cool guy, and Dydy was a beauty escort for the Gshock creator!!!!

I also talked to some of the folks at Sony and they told me how hectic their day was after the MJ news.

-I stay at home at night

But I dont feel afraid

As long as I gaze on waterloo sunset

I am in paradise

-Broadway Cinematheque. The haven for HK film buffs. I went there this morning to catch Frost/Nixon. The movie wasn't a hit anywhere, DVD's been out for months, and it was pouring rain... but the theater was still almost full, and most of us sat through the ending credits. Respect for good cinema.

-UP private screening. Tomorrow 10am all the way in Kowloon Bay. I'm gonna have to get up at like 8:50am just to make this. But it's gonna be worth it. Up.

Richard Nixon: That's our tragedy, you and I Mr. Frost. No matter how high we get, they still look down at us.

David Frost: I really don't know what you're talking about.

Richard Nixon: Yes you do. Now come on. No matter how many awards or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is, it's still not enough. We still feel like the little man. The loser. They told us we were a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. The well-born. The people who's respect we really wanted. Really craved. And isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? Scrambling our way up in undignified fashion. If we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here? Now? The two of us. Looking for a way back into the sun. Into the limelight. Back onto the winner's podium. Because we can feel it slipping away. We were headed, both of us, for the dirt. The place the snobs always told us that we'd end up. Face in the dust, humiliated all the more for having tried. So pitifully hard. Well, to hell with that! We're not going to let that happen, either of us. We're going to show those bums, we're going to make 'em choke on our continued success. Our continued headlines! Our continued awards! And power! And glory! We are gonna make those mother fuckers choke!