Andrew To
Andrew To
Andrew Tois a member of the Wong Tai Sin District Council, Hong Kong. Of Hakka ancestry, he is the former chairman of League of Social Democrats from 2010 to 2011, succeeding Wong Yuk-man. His wife, Jackie Hung, was a leader of Civil Human Rights Front and Justice and Peace Commission of the Hong Kong Catholic Diocese...
drama school laughing
I would like to get back to making people laugh. Before drama school, I did nothing but comedy.
thinking tvs watches
Watch TV or something." That's what the note says. So I say to myself, Fine. But I think I'll do the "or something" part.
light darkness absence
Darkness is only light's absence.
real heart kissing
Because a real kiss, a kiss that two real people choose to give each other - it's something that can't be filmed or photographed or drawn, or even described with words. Because a kiss isn't what it looks like or how it feels. A real kiss happens down deep inside of two hearts at the same time. It's hidden away. A real kiss is invisible.
life two negatives-make
Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't three lefts make a right? Two wrongs don't make a right, but don't two negatives make a positive?
inspirational life too-much
It is not good to have TOO MUCH of anything.
lasts remember dave
Dave couldn't remember the last time a grownup had apologized to him.
inspirational fear doors
But fear doesn't need doors and windows. It works from the inside.
shy attention able
I almost tell him that I'd never be able to do something like that, just take out my instrument and begin playing on a street corner. But it feels to personal. Yes, I'm shy, but why bring it to his attention? I'm too shy to talk about how shy I am.
clever giving musical
And I love Jane Austen's use of language too--the way she takes her time to develop a phrase and gives it room to grow, so that these clever, complex statements form slowly and then bloom in my mind. Beethoven does the same thing with his cadence and phrasing and structure. It's a fact: Jane Austen is musical. And so's Yeats. And Wordsworth. All the great writers are musical.
dream eye sunday
I glance into the faces of all these people out for a Sunday stroll, but I'm not seeing eyes and noses and mouths. I'm seeing stories. Every person has a story. All the hopes and dreams. And fears. And secrets. In every face.
dog mean
who says dog means dog?
stories boundaries knows
I have my own story, and I love my story, but I know I can't tell it alone, not now. Because stories have centers, but they don't have edges. No boundaries.
lying reality blood
Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.