I was too young to understand the public outpouring of shock and tremendous sadness when John F Kennedy Jr was assassinated, and only felt something to what had happened listening to my parents and my uncle and aunties talk and talk about what had happened in Dallas. These were the times of black and white television and newspapers and they believed what they were told by a very limited media. When Robert Kennedy was fatally shot, I was a few years older and saw the events un

If there can be an American Dream, though this might be a bit fuzzy these days, why can’t there be a Hong Kong dream- or if there is one, what is it? To win the Mark Six lottery? To have all the money you’d ever need? And then what? Or are we Hongkongers scared to dream? Or don’t we know HOW to dream as a COMMUNITY? Is our one dream actually individual dreams, and though there’s nothing wrong with this, wouldn’t a Hong Kong Dream that we could dream together be stronger? Dr M

Once upon a wonton, the television weather man in Hong Kong was an animated character named Freddy who would look up at the sky and either smile, put on his shades and happily walk off frame whistling or when the weather was getting cooler, his teeth would chatter and he would say, “It’s faaaaaaaaaaliiiiiiiiing!”. If Freddy was still around today, he could be used to use this line to describe the standards of everything in Hong Kong, especially creativity though it must be sa