May 20, 2010|
I was a very sporty girl.
As a kid, I did not enjoy studying. I tried out ballet classes, but I danced like an elephant.
At home, I’d somersault on the sofa, have swordfights with my brother and perform multiple one-hand cartwheels for my family.
In primary school, I once wrote that I wanted to be a policeman. I liked the idea of righteousness.
I had such a performing bug—any talent show, I entered. I was even in a lip-syncing contest during boarding school in Canada. I did “Material Girl”—two white boys held me up, and I threw around all these dollar bills that a teacher photocopied for me.
I have so much energy… maybe that’s why I have so much anger.
Now that I’m older, I get even angrier. I feel there are more forces obstructing me.
I don’t go clubbing anymore [started at 12; semi-retired by 23]. It’s such a chore nowadays. The music’s so loud, your friends are screaming in your ear, spitting saliva onto your face.
My husband still likes loud music and mingling. I can’t drink much anymore—I’d just vomit and make a fool of myself.
Luckily, I still get to rock it out on stage, and stab people onscreen. It’s a healthy way to release all that pent-up emotion.
My new album’s grunge, alt and classic rock n’ roll. I got into rock a decade ago, because of my husband and the LMF guys.
My hobbies are now buying groceries, buying magazines and watching films.
Oh it’s an absolute necessity to save money, because shit happens.
I won’t do things that I can’t afford, like make a blockbuster film. Smaller-scale boutique movies, I can handle.
Money is important, but what’s more important for survival is the ability to make money.
My husband disagrees. He’s very concerned and conscious about this earth, and what his role is in the universe. He’s more spiritual and I’m more practical. I plant my feet on the ground, he’s more creative. We balance each other out.
I do want to try and not live in Hong Kong, but this is home to me, because all my friends and family are here.
I grew up here, and left in middle school. Every street, every corner, holds a memory for me. I’m so familiar with Hong Kong’s rhythm—it’s my comfort zone.
Hong Kong is so straight up. It’s a no bullshit city. It’s great to work here.
It’s full of dreams that people can fulfill if you put some concentration into it. It really is the land of dreams.
In “Dream Home,” the killing scenes were all rehearsed, to build up the trust between actors and the crew. Then we can all kill and die naturally, not nervously.
I’ve never played a crazy chick before—just prostitutes and righteous heroines who want to save the day.
In this movie, I play a loser. She is willing to do anything to get her dream apartment. She doesn’t even think she is insane.
It’s sensational, but it’s also a heavy, serious message—should we buy flats? There is this traditional Chinese viewpoint that keeps pressuring youngsters to buy property.
I don’t think the slaughtering is too far-fetched. Don’t you read about even crazier people on the news?
My father says he doesn’t want to see the film. He thinks it’s bloody sick.