My Blueberry Nights

The first time Jude Law licked the cream left on the lips of Norah Jones, she was still in a dream, however a peaceful smile appeared on her cheeks.

Suddenly I felt greasily sweet but extremely happy.

Freezing, sweet and soft. My first sip of School Bus Smoothes. I was sitting in Café O at 5am, a 24hr restaurant in Central. Red light, organic food, delicate decoration, you couldn’t smell any stronger European Relaxation. The four of us chilled freely, however my attention was drawn by the Heineken bottles held in two German gentlemen’s hands, which have been re-ordered for times. Seeing the liquid level gradually dropping every few seconds the bottles held up, I wondered what is German’s liver made of…


I took a glance at the open kitchen while they went out smoking. A very young waiter was counting a pile of cash. Chestnut-colored hair, thick eyebrows, an apron over his white T-shirt. He raised his head and saw my eyes, so he gave me a gentle smile.

A Jude Law Smile.

“When you run a café, you get used to customers coming and going, without an explanation, probably none of my business. ” That’s what Jude said in that movie.


We got off the tram at Pedder Street, going up on the flagstones along Pottinger Street. I saw Noel while standing outside Soda. A man I saw several times on Facebook and always received his invitations to events. I was in FINDS at his Farewell Party but not going for him, I was at his B-day Party in JJ’s but not going for him either, I saw him in our common friend’s album, I saw him in person many times in different locations, I even know his position, but we never knew each others, not even saying Hello.

Neither this time.

There are so many passers-by in our life. Our seeing and hearing has been overloaded. Even a lot of people we know are passers-by too, only in some certain situations, each of us remembered ONE MOMENT because we felt the same way. But who knows, with the increase of time and decline of our memories, how long can that moment keep fresh in our hearts? And what’s the reason to keep fresh? What’s the reason to forget?

Just like…the Blueberry Pie which has never been ordered.


Norah Jones (Elizabeth): So what's wrong with the Blueberry Pie?
Jude Law (Jeremy): There's nothing wrong with the Blueberry Pie, just people make other choices. You can't blame the Blueberry Pie, it's just... no one wants it.
Norah: Wait! I want a piece!

With white cream left on her lips, she fell asleep on the lounge.
Leaning on each other, Lisa and I slept on the sofa at Azure, 29/F, LKF Tower. It was 3am. I think I didn’t fall asleep. My ears were full. Hips Don’t Lie Remix, Girlfriend Remix, music I didn’t know, Pool hitting, people screaming, couple flirting, etc.

Until the DJ shut “It is closing time!”


We got up and walked out. I didn’t know what I was doing. Just like the gang who were dead drunk, didn’t know what they were doing, surprisingly all kneed down while we were in the same lift, singing wildly with a language I didn’t understand, and blocked the lift door singing on and on. I couldn’t think of any other reaction except laughing out loud all my way.

Well, after all we all did what we loved to do. You can be dead drunk, you can be bored and slept in the club, nothing right, nothing wrong, making senses or not. Nobody knows what would happen in the next minute.

But to grab your own life.


Norah Jones stood in street, raised her head and saw her boyfriend was with someone else in the window. The first time she left the keys in Jude Law’s bar and quietly waited, nobody came; the second time she took the keys back, having a great fight; finally she chose to leave leaving the keys there.
“How to say goodbye to someone you can’t imagine living without？I didn’t say goodbye, I didn’t say anything. I just walked away. At the end of that night, I decided to take the longest way to cross the street.”

A non-stopped tram journey for 5 hrs within a day. I think I was totally insane. 5:30pm, from Quarry Bay to Witty Street in 1.5hrs, a Tram B-day Party for 3 hrs, and from Witty Street to Pedder Street for half an hour and walked all the way up to LKF. 11:45pm.

However, the first time I found that sitting on the tram could be that exciting. Delicious food, unplugged music, Birthday cake, wishes, jokes, a troop of happy friends.

I thought tram was a symbol of rebellion, a remains out of modernization, a evidence of a continuous memory of the old times on HK Island, where owns the most developed transportation, the most valuable time, the most debauchery entertainment, the most affluent life. Driven by a sawtooth coin, Ding-Ding, slowly it moves forward with an unchanged lane.

I always slept on the tram to reduce the sin of wasting time, or leaning on the wooden framed window, watching people, vehicles and others along the lane, regarding it as a journey of never ends. A journey called pondering and discovering. Then I shall not have wasted my time.

And today I am sure I did not.

LIFE. In Chinese, it means to be born and to exist. It’s supposed to be a day-after-day repentance, repeating our heartbeats and breath, repeating our dining and sleep. What we cannot change yet never stop changing are time, location and people, however what we can change are our ways and altitudes of existence based on time, location and people.

“It’s been nearly a year to get here. It wasn’t so hard to cross the street after all. It depends on who is waiting for you on the other side.”

Norah Jones finally returned to the bar. Jude Law still kept her plate for pie along the lounge. She ordered a Blueberry Pie, and slept on the lounge.

He licked the cream left on her lips and they kissed. On the picture the Blueberry Juice slowly floated into the layers of the pie, and melt together. Jazz music was playing with drums, with a lazy female voice.

Penny Dai was singing “The Love I want” with her lazy voice in my iTune, I sat on my bed eating biscuits bite by bite while watching My Blueberry Nights, the chippings dropped from my finger tips, lying on my skin of my chest.

But I just licked my dried lips with my tongue.

Just like…an aftertaste of a Blueberry Pie.