Basketball theory

When I was young, playing basketball was almost my second life.
It was my dream, my hope of life.
It was sweet, about sweat and release.
It could last forever

Years from that, I started to feel that it wasn't that interesting if you play it seriously. When you are in school team, or if you started training. It was a test of how much you love it. Nevertheless, I have confident that I would keep on loving it, playing it with laugh and tears.

But it dumped me, it doesn't need me any more.

Maybe it is about I have to play the orchestra.
Maybe it is about I have to study music on saturday mornings.
Maybe it is about I have violin lessons.
Maybe it is about I need to study for public examinations.
Maybe it is about I am not good at playing basketball.
Maybe the ball doesn't agree that I am playing it seriously.
Maybe I am not a good player.
Or maybe, I should have never played this game.

After I left school to study music, I don't have mates playing with me. My life with basketball ends. It doesn't need me any more, it follows my other mates away, playing their happy game. No matter how hard I try, I don't have a chance to get back to what my life was. It is not about I don't want to, it is about I can't, I am not able to.

Dumping ends any relationships. This basketball I have on the cupboard, is no longer here for me.

What else dumps you?

A word for life and dream

For dream is just an illusion, while life is reality

Dream is just escaping reality

It is escaping problems

It is telling yourself a lie

It is imagining things better than they are

It is wasting time if you make a long one

It could disappoint you when you know that is not true

It could stress you quite a lot

It could trap you inside its world

It could make you insane

You may be addicted

You may wish it lasts forever

You may write it down to tell others

You may come back and dream about it again

Life is just escaping illusion

It is escaping wills and imagination

It is making yourself difficult

It is looking at things as worse as they could be

It is wasting time if you hate it

It could disappoint you when you know that it doesn't end

It could lead yourself creating illusions

It could grab you out of your dream

It could make you wear mask

You may be crazy

You may wish no one discover your insanity

You may write it down to tell others

You may let go and don't think about it again

What is Life if we are living in the world of dream?

In the universe of pure imagination, simple and innocent

What kind of dream am I in?

In the society of chaos, greed and plots

Should I wake up? and how?

Back to your McLehose

One thing about the MacLehose isn't about its 100 km long trail. It isn't about its name, isn't about any extraordinary great scenes. It isn't about where you are walking or who you are next to. It isn't about the location on the map, or how long you've finished or how difficult your journey is. It is however about release, about going back to where you've been to, where you were once addicted in. When I now think of hiking or camping, adventures or rally, everything outdoor and takes place far away from the city, "MacLehose" is the first word coming out from my mind. It is about the way of life, about sweat and power, about how far you want to take your muscles to. It is about knowing yourself.

Welcome gentlemen, the tour guide today is Tim and the stickman is Shawn

It was only a start, a launch button to me. After years and years not quite using my muscles and energy, I need sometime to get back before we approach the entire MacLehose. So here we are, Island Trail 1/2 (backwards). 

It was a wet day, wet lap. Due to my unprepared clothes, due to myself not getting back my hiking ability... Actually, due to my insufficient experience and bad skill, I was quite tired at first, and I was cold and without enough food and drinks for me to survive. The only great thing in my hand was TicTac.

No matter how great the scene is, it's covered with fog, or I think it is a bad breathe from sky

The second adventure our new touring group went to is Plover Cover Reservoir, somewhere Northeast in the New Territories. 

Wait, let me start again.

The second adventure our new touring group supposed to go is Plover Cover Reservoir, somewhere Northeast in the New Territories. But because CY Leung was noticed to be the next CE, Hong Kong was raining acid, blood and fireball. Some aggressive citizen put on their mask and armed their Mac10 or pistols (Rich ones prefer short guns or M4A1; Crazies prefer AK47 or grenades and so on...), they formed an army and went on the street, turned it to a battlefield. The army then toke over the H.K. Island and Lantau Island, large amount of innocents and injured soldiers went north for protection. Unfortunately the army stroke northward, and sea war happened just on the Plover Cover Reservoir. 

With so much thing happened all of a sudden, we decided to head to northward, starting from Sam A Wan. Then we went through Lai Chi Wo, famous ghost village So Lo Pun, Kok Po San, Fung Hang, and finished at Luk Keng. (See map if you want to understand more...)

Thank you Google Earth (Mac)

It was all the fault of us. We wanted an extra trail from the start (Green) to the second checkpoint. That was a really narrowed road throughout. As you can see the dark green plant is where we went through, our trail.

You can also read the map that we took almost straight to south for some distance, it was downslope in around 60 degrees (they say). I was slipping downward slowly with tiny rocks surrounding and underneath, safely to the juncture where we made our turn to east. As long as we could recognize another small trail (like above one) to south, we could get back to the main trail and continue our journey around the Reservoir. You already knew the answer I suppose.

Three sticks together, at the highest point (Checkpoint 2), mine is still the best. Classic!

Slipping is much faster than walking

This means Goal

Lai Chi Wo

I am still thinking what is he doing

Over this bridge we were arrived to the Ghost Village...

and we saw this

Nevertheless, we went through safely because we followed the instruction maybe

Ambitious Tim aiming ShenZhen

Two others behind the camera were eating eggs

When you go back your life

Across the hell you've been to, and get back to the world you are familiar with. For the second you think that you are okay again, you are lying.
How long does it take to ruin one person? Not long.
How long does it take for one to get back his life? Long.
I do mean VERY long.

One practical tips on music: When you want to bring a real desperate sadness, that is emptiness you have to do. Not much expression you need, for real. No thick or deep bottom sound. No wide, slow or warm vibrato. Just bring death, a dead sound that comes right inside your broken heart. That will do perfectly. It does have one draw back, people won't like it. People don't like real sickness or tasting dead silence, they just enjoy them when they know it's just story and when they are prepared. Other words, Hollywood stuffs.

When you look into the darkness, be warned that it also looks inside you.
I repeated this over and over again while I was walking myself along the sideway in Ping Chao. That moment I really gave my best shot to understand myself and to look for any solution I can do, I was looking deep into the total darkness blinded in front of me. That was the biggest black thing I've ever seen, it was surrounding you, capturing you and dragging you. I was honestly quite afraid and cold, but I couldn't cry or do anything that can help, I just stood there. At night, by no body, at a total strange place.

Choking is the way for Victor to capture people's attention, care and love. What's mine?
I could finally find a place to be comfortable with for one night, at the Paper Street Soup Company. This old friend is exactly how I met last time, last summer or Christmas, I forgot. He is such a self-centered guy, almost nothing could destroy him, as long as he doesn't care. For the second I could recognize this, I found myself doing things entirely on the other side. I am suffering because I won't let anything go. I suffer because I actually caring something.
I am wondering if my insane will let him sees things more clear. If my sickness will let him lives more brighter. If my weakness let him be stronger. If my failure makes him a hero.

God, if You are blessing, why this? And if You are not, what do I have to do? When is it going to stop?
I didn't step in the church for like a whole month. I cleared my statistic and once again started to observe christians around me, from the parents to students, from the family to friends. From the priest with powerful and moving words, to the colleagues with annoying criticism and no responsible. Then I give a little conclusion at this situation. Until now, I could see this religion blinds plenty of us. This could be the biggest lie or comfort to most of us. The easiest way to due with our problems, is just wrapping them on nicely and we can still live with them. A nicer way to look at disaster. A nicer way to judge an ass-hole. Saying anything nicely. Explaining supernatural in the term of Christianity. What is the difference?

What just happened?
It just happened.