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moving out

2006-01-01T09:51:00.000+08:00

Ah. I know I know. I'm a lazy ass. I'm going to abandon this blog for the time being - not finding enough time and incentive to write my own boring life. But I'm co-writing another blog, not about my own life this time, here you go:

http://www.grumblesgalore.blogspot.com

Dogs are lucky here

2005-10-27T06:25:00.000+08:00

Actually I've got some things to write about, but they are not about Australian issues, rather they are about my classmates. I'll write when I get more time to spend in this computer lab.

Every day I walk to the bus stop which is quite a nice experience if not under storm weather. Today I met this little dog again sniffing flowers on the streets and hopping and running freely on its own. There are quite a few dogs doing this in the morning and late evening around my residential area. They walk side by side with you and they will stop and sniff the flowers or dig a hole in someone's garden and then run again. So lovely. I mean we never see pet dogs strolling along the streets enjoying themselves on their own in HK. They are all leashed up by their owners, aren' they?

Although life is pretty boring here, I can't deny that Melbourne can make life beautiful. I'm experiencing what's being described in the beginning of a song "What a wonderful world."

A snippet

2005-10-18T15:19:00.000+08:00

Please bear with me. Internet connection is inaccessible at my homestay family. The only chance I can use internet is at the university. Argh.

Often hear people talking about how new and simple a country Australia is. Now I've got a chance to tell my first hand experience. To be honest, their culture isn't distinctive enough to impress foreigners. From my observation over the past 2 weeks they are obsessed with sports and like barbeque very much that they actually have their own "Aussie barbeque" where Australian people grill sausages, seafood and drink beer with their family. I'm going to organise one with my classmates.

Went to the Phillip Island last Saturday and saw penguins about the size of a pigeon. They were gorgeous. Seeing them come swimming from the middle of the sea to the shore was worth all the waiting in cold wind. I think I've seen almost all iconic Australian animals in the trip - Kangaroos, Wombats, Koalas, Snakes, and etc..

It's a shame that I can't upload photos here in the computer centre. As soon as I manage to bring myself to ask my homestay mom for internet connection I will upload them for your enjoyment.

Melbourne

2005-10-14T08:35:00.000+08:00

Here I am in Melbourne now. My homestay family lives in somewhere in the middle of nowhere and I need to do a 25 mins walk every morning under to the nearest bus stop and shopping centre to get some food.

On my arrival day, my homestay mom told me that I could use the bathroom for as long as I like BUT the shower time must be restricted to 5 minutes only. How very nice of her! 5 minutes. I'm thrilled every time she goes out, which means I have autonomy deciding how long I can use the shower for.

Apart from that, everything seems fine so far. The weather has been lovely most of the time. Today the morning temperature is around 14 and sunny. People are very friendly here. Air is fresh; living space abundant.

But, for some reason, most of us are missing HK already.

Crazy

2005-10-03T00:12:00.000+08:00

Some of you have already known that my boyfriend gave me a huge surprise about a few days ago by showing up at my door all of a sudden. When I was wondering why he hadn't replied to my email he was actually right outside my apartment about to press my door bell. Well, he's sleeping in my room at the moment and I still think he's unbelieveably crazy. Anyway. Just now I managed to squeeze some time to wander between blogs and write my own.

I'm leaving for Melbourne tomorrow. I've been told that internet connection is not available at my homestay family so my blog will probably stand idle until I've settled myself in Melbourne and found a computer centre there. I will try to update my life as often as possible.

Thanks for all your farewell messages and sorry for the inconvenience caused to some of you.

A "rewarding" exhibition

2005-09-18T09:57:00.000+08:00

Nobody was going to offer their seat to this old lady on the bus. I guess everybody on board'd been waiting at least 45 minutes for the bus and it wore everybody out. I glanced around. No one moved. My feet were swelling and aching in my high-heels after a few hours' walking. I slightly staggered toward the old lady and offered my seat to her.

(Please stop your big round of applause. I'm not here trying to say how nice a person I am. The interesting part is coming up.)

The old lady's husband thanked me repeatedly until we settled in casual conversations. He turned out to be a painter and was having an exhibition at the City Hall. He invited me. I was quite happy to be invited as I used to be a gallery goer.

So I went yesterday. The paintings were lovely. After Mr.Chan (the old lady's husband) greeted me he led me to a couple of men whom Mr.Chan introduced to me as secondary school principals. Mr.Chan spoke highly of me in front of them and told them I was taking an Education course. One of the principals gave me his contact details and asked me to get in touch with him near the end of my course and he will try to arrange a job for me.

It was very nice of Mr.Chan and the principal. Anyway, it just amazed me that how simple things could be so interestingly interconnected with supposedly serious and important matters in real life, such as job seeking. Ah, they're right in those children stories that good deeds will lead to rewards.

Maturity

2005-09-15T10:12:00.000+08:00

This guy from my class is rather concerned about his own level of maturity. He told me he'd been turned down by a few girls in a row all claiming he was not mature enough. It was fair enough, he's only 23 and he must've been a few years younger when he'd been rejected. Does age really matter a great deal to girls? He asked.

If your knowledge and experience is more than what the girl possesses, then age probably doesn't matter much. But if the scenario is vice versa then it does. It's more about one's knowledge and experience than the actual age one bears. In fact, he's quite up to the standard of a 23 year-old boy at least in my dictionary he is.

Trying to boost his self-esteem I said "you're still young and you should give yourself allowances of taking your time to learn. Don't stretch yourself to the utmost. If you were my age and still unable to engage in any in-depth conversation in anything (Excluding things like video games and gossips) and hadn't got any stands in your own life then you would probably be considered a boring and hollow person. But now you're perfectly fine. What's more if you think you enjoy being simple and boring then just pick those boring girls who enjoy your company and....bla bla bla.... nada nada nada...."

"So you think I'm fine?" He cut in and probed.

"Yes, I do."

"Would you consider going out with a 23 year-old guy, like me??"

"What???????" F%^&(I#X@&*(Y!K@#^&#$*&

I hope she will die soon

2005-09-10T23:08:00.000+08:00

Do you guys/gals watch The OC? The first couple of episodes really got me glued to the telly until the epidsode in which Marissa's parents are getting divorced. Not that I can't bear the nice couple growing apart, it's that mourning- and po-faced Marissa who upsets my stomach big time. Every one in The OC is cute and likeable except Marissa who always pulls a long face and thinks the whole world owe her some fucking thing. She deserves nothing but a kick in the ass and a smack right on the head. Why is it her business when her ex-boyfriend shags her mother? Especially it's her who dumps her ex-boyfriend. And her face, unattractive and kinda weird.

Yes, it's getting boring. I stay because of Summer and Seth and Sandy. Seth's lovely and Summer hot. Summer definitely outshines Marissa, no contest. I will keep watching and hoping that one day Marissa will die.

Weird guy in my class

2005-09-09T19:43:00.000+08:00

There's a weird guy in our class. The other day we took turns to do an impromptu presentation. This weird guy drew out a topic "If you could become invisible for one day, what would you do?". And in the middle of his presentation he asked us to throw in ideas.

One suggested that he would probably stay at home to avoid any accidents that might happen because nobody would know his existence. The weird guy said, "yeah? that's it? I can tell you're a boring person or seriously lacking of imagination." And then another guy cut in and said "If you were invisible then you would have to go around naked so that people on the street won't just see your clothing hanging in the air." The weird guy replied, "Very funny. You think you're funny? You know what I was going to do if I became invisible? I would sneak behind you and pull down your pants to embarrass you. haha." But that was just the SECOND lesson that we had together and we barely knew each other. He had no idea where the line was. I guess he likes watching "The Wizard of Oz" very much and his favourite song must be "If I only had a brain".

Thank god that I haven't been asked to do any group presentation with him so far. I was paired up with the best guy in our class the first day(By best I mean his personality very likely matches with mine most.) He is incredibly gentlemanly and caring that he always helps me with this and that if he happens to be around. Such a nice guy is not easy to come by in HK's universities, right? He came from Canada. Other classmates were friendly too. Quite a couple of girls in class came forward and showed their friendliness to me, I was flattered.

A rather enjoyable school life it's been.

My first day

2005-09-06T21:25:00.000+08:00

My first day at school went fine. The Orientation Day was held in an enormous lecture room. I took a quick glance at the participants, many of the faces were incredibly juvenile that I would have mistaken them for secondary school students if we had stumbled across each other on the street. One of the boys, during the talking, went out of the lecture room to the washroom, I guess. What's so amusing is when he got up from his seat and realised being looked at by many people he stuck out his tongue and squeezed his face like a crumpled washcloth, dashed to the doorwith much haste, slowly pushed the door open into a crack and in a split second sneaked out through it. He came back in sticking his tongue out and in, out and in, which was a ridiculously childish act. I don't mean to be condescending, it was just funny.

photos

2005-09-01T22:38:00.000+08:00

I went to Gibraltar with my boyfriend in January this year. My camera had run out of battery before we set foot on Gibraltar so I had my boyfriend take charge of all the photo taking. But he forgot to send the photos to me and so did I, after having badgered him a few times. Yesterday he suddenly sent me 2 photos taken from/on the big rock. Nice pictures. You can see in the photo on the right Africa (Those heaps of hills on the left hand side). I love Gibraltar.

Grumpy little skinny girl

2005-08-27T12:45:00.000+08:00

Yesterday I visited Chai Wan where I grew up and spent about 20 years in. When the train pushing its way to the platform and the place fostering my childhood jumped into my eyes I had an urge to get on my feet and announced like a soprano "This is my ! my home! my home!lala la". Thrilled. Like a cat walking on a heated tin roof.

5 minutes later I was seated in a noodle stall which had long been my favourite. I was caught by the boss's wife staring at the boss who grew unexpectedly charming over the years.

"Hey, you look familiar to me." She came over and asked friendly.

"Do I? But no surprise I used to be a regular customer."

"Yes, I can tell. Are you the grumpy skinny girl?"

Oh what in the name of Christ do people have such good memory for? Yes. Having spent almost 20 years in the same place didn't get me nothing. I got a reputation of being an awfully grumpy kid always resisting all befriending adults. I hated being told what to eat, play and do since I gained consciousness of my own being. I think I disliked most of the adults around me and they didn't like me much either because many of my relatives had told me again and again that I was a great pain in the ass and that my brother was more lovely and well-behaved and shy. Haha. They might be trying to piss me off but I didn't frigging care. They told me one of my notably annoying acts was that whenever a grown-up came stroking my hair or patting my shoulders I would quickly wipe my hair or my shoulders or wherever touched with a handkerchief and then sulked right in front of that person.

I think I am not unjustly accused. Photos can prove something.

怪癖遊戲 Strange habits?

2005-08-25T20:03:00.000+08:00

What exactly is 怪癖? I have no idea. I take it as a habit other people around you consider strange because without having them around to compare with you wouldn't have known your habits are abnormal. But 5 怪癖 is a bit too much, isn't it? Anybody having more than a couple of REAL 怪癖 should go see a psychiatrist. I think only the first of the below-mentioned could be seen as something close to 怪癖, the rest are more like personal preferences - they wouldn't cause much trouble to my life if I didn't do it or I did it otherwise.

1) All meat served in my home has to be cut into small cubes or slices. I have problem eating big piece of meat, be it beef, pork or chicken. Big chuck of meat on my plate conjures up an image of cannibalism. I will very likely puke if forced to eat a huge medium or less cooked steak. But if it's cut up into small cubes beforehand then I can finish them up OK.

2) My boyfriends are not allowed to shave on weekends. Because I like it.

3) I can't bear the noise of a football being hurled/kicked against a wall. If this is being done repeatedly over maybe 5 minutes or so I will get all cranky then scared and then scream.

4) I like the smell of hospitals. I feel completely at my ease in there.

5) I loathe cigarette butts. Even at the time I smoke, I chuck the butts away as quickly as I can as if they were bombs. Cigarette butts give me creeps.

For old times' sake

2005-08-24T21:00:00.000+08:00

It's been quite a long time since I last spent money on practically useless trinkets. The other day when I walked pass a Japanese toy shop my eyes instantly got glued to the display windows. Their whole glass shelves were embellished with all kinds of food, grocery, furniture, utensils and cutlery, eletronics, and etc. IN MINIATURE. I have a thing for miniature grocery items because my childhood dream jobs were being a cashier or a grocery shop keeper, which had never been made known to my teachers nor my parents. So this little secret forced its way to tickle my heart gently and they also reminded me of my mother - she was a huge fan of this kind of trinket. I surrendered and meekly handed in my money.

A precious lesson

2005-08-19T15:20:00.000+08:00

I've done the pap smear twice and just did the third yesterday at the Family Planning Association of Hong Kong. To conclude my experience, I hate myself for being so adventurous.

The last two tests were done in a hospital and things went fine - doctors friendly,caring and skillful. The first time I was awfully nervous and confessed to the doctor that I had sort of phobia of all kinds of gynaecological tests and I was going to pee in the pants. The doctor smiled and said she would use the smallest speculum which should cause the minimal discomfort. She was right and I felt a cold metal thing inserted to my vagina and 20 seconds later it was done, painless. The second time was much the same.

Yesterday at the Family Planning Association of Hong Kong the woman did the test for me was the receptionist to whom I handed in the form. She was a middle-aged woman, a nurse or a helper or something, definitely not a doctor. I shuddered. Is her eyesight perfect? Her hands steady enough? Well, I had no choice, did I? My heart nearly bounced out of my chest when I was lying on the bed. She inserted the speculum in me OK but when she was trying to turn the screw of the speclum to fix its position her hands were shaky so the speculum was scratching my vagina rather vigorously. I let out a low cry of pain she quickly readjusted her hand and the speculum fixed. Oh, thank god.

I will not go there again no matter how cheap the fee is. I was told, I was told that they will make people bleed and that those private doctors were much better. What was I being so adventurous for? It wasn't a day out in the Ocean Park. Having my vagina prodded and scratched by a middle-aged woman using a metal instrument is not my idea of fun. A precious lesson learned.

My youngest sister

2005-08-11T21:46:00.000+08:00

My blog looks dull without photos on the front page especially when my writing sucks. So here come the photos of my youngest sister.

1)Her favourite toys, the balls, are hanging out there, she wants to help them
2)Finally, she's got them back. Look at her heroic face.
3)Tired from playing the balls and having some snoozes

Abstinence

2005-08-09T22:00:00.000+08:00

Just got back from the Chinese doctor mentioned in Jumbo's blog. When I stuck out my tongue for her diagnosis, she immediately asked if I like eating noodles very much. Definitely Yes. I am seriously advised to cut back on it. She said my unreasonably excessive consumption of noodles and chocolate has messed up my menstrual period badly. Although my period, I reckon, has been doing OK over the past year, I haven't much doubt on what she said as I have a history of gynaecological illness.

Actually at first I had wanted to see her for the 3 acnes I had on my chin (which the doctor said is not a big problem for "hot-base" people like me) but it turned out that what needs an intensive care for is my period. No surprise though. I'll try to cut back on them as much as I can and take all the medication see if I can get some good quality sleep and cleanse my blood a bit.

This doctor is friendly, cheerful and nice. I wrote on my personal details card that I'm a student and then she waived the diagnosis fee. Let me experiment myself on the medication in these few days and then write a brief report here for interested parties' reference.

Cheers! Happy abstinence from noodles and chocolate to me!

A snippet of my love life

2005-08-08T00:55:00.000+08:00

"Come on, come on, tell me what your favourite poems are."

My boyfriend and I were sitting on a big heaps of gigantic rocks facing the dark and silent sea in a cool crispy evening in Taiwan 淡水 one and a half years ago. He got all excited from reading Shakespears' poems to me and wanted to read some more by other poets.

"hmm... When You Are Old by W.B.Yeats." Randomly fumbled in my memory and picked this one out because of its simplicity and delicacy.

In a fraction of a second he smoothly recited it, looking into my eyes intermittently, without a moment's pause:

"When you are old, and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the prilgrim soul in you,
And your sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled,
And paced upon the mountain overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."

Dumbfounded. I was like being struck by a bolt of lightning and felt my blood racing like a galloping horse and my heart going soft and tickling but my face managed to stay stony to cover up the turbulance happening underneath the skin. I've never been the kind of girls who will fall for sweet talking but that evening has become the most romantic episode in my life although I can be quite sure that my boyfriend remembers nothing much about that evening. That's even better.

I was reading "Poem for the Day" today and found the above-mentioned poem in it. Memories came flowing back flowing back. Endlessly. And I read it over and over again until my eyelids dropped and snoozes overtook me. Dream sweet dream.

Chocolate or shit?

2005-08-07T21:51:00.000+08:00

A friend asked me what being in a long distance relationship is like. I said it's like shite, and I used the term "chocolate of shit flavour", which I learnt from Jumbo to bring the essence of long distance relationship out. People love chocolate but the shit-like taste really freaks one out.

Take a break from prosperity

2005-08-04T21:50:00.000+08:00

Love this Visit Korea website! Hilarious.

I imagine the experience as a tourist in North Korea will be pretty much the same as what George Orwell writes in his 1984, people getting stalked and watched literally everywhere, even your hotel room and the washroom are all camera-embedded and your activity in the room is a live "true man show" on air around the clock, the audience will be your tour guides.

Beautiful Colombians

2005-08-03T00:00:00.000+08:00

Now talking about South America, people there contributed a lot to our unforgettable memory in there. Among the 4 countries I have trotted, Colombians are the most polite and well-mannered people you can ever meet in South America, even in the world, which is quite surprising.

The immigration officers at the airport counters were young and friendly, storekeepers patient and helpful, and the taxi drivers polite and professional. The hotel manager came to apologise and offered to pay for my white top which they bleached into ivory white which actually was hardly noticeable. How can you not be fond of them?

My boyfriend told me that they use very formal and polite Spanish even in everyday life. If you dial a wrong number, Colombians will say "I'm sorry,sir/madam, I'm afraid you've dialed a wrong number. I'm really sorry and I hope you will have a very nice evening. Goodbye." before hanging up.

In spite of the socio-economic upheaval, the people there behave like they're well-educated and cultured, in which case I haven't got a chance to study. In some 50 years ago, Bogota was a cultural hub that pampered countless of writers/poets/journalists (my favourite writer Gabriel Marquez is a Colombian having spent many of his years working as a journalist there). Maybe that's why many people nowadays still carry themselves with the air of a respectable scholar. They dress well, they speak softly and they will nod and smile to you from across a table in restaurants.

It's a pity that such a wonderful country has been plagued by civil wars for several decades. And a recent research reveals that the guerillas and paramilitants kill about 250 Colombians every day. But the wars and poverty didn't wear them down; Colombians are striking to maintain their exquisite lifestyle in the face of adversity.

New search engine - Preview Seek

2005-08-02T13:39:00.000+08:00

I've been playing around with Preview Seek and it performs much better than Google; I like the thubmnails, and the Advance Search function rocks.

far yet close

2005-08-01T19:44:00.000+08:00

My boyfriend took this picture in a slum in Caracas, Venezuela some weeks ago. Only today when I look at it again did I realise it's a Chinese word there on the little girl's jeans.

I do believe you will be able to find at least a few Chinese people in every big city of each country in the world. In Lima, there are about 200,000 Chinese residents which is the biggest Chinese poplutaion in South America. The scale of the China Town is pretty impressive and there's no lack of Chinese restaurants serving up-to-par dim sums and noodles. The thought of being able to devour dim sums relentlessly, after having eaten Peruvian food 3 meals a day for a whole week, thrilled us big time.

What I found truly amazing is I saw Chinese people/food shops even in small cities, well, in fact, I spotted Chinese restaurant in every city that I visited in South America. Can you ever expect to see your fellow countrymen and taste your hometown food in a Chile boder town located at the outer strip of a desert? And in Puno, a tiny Peruvian city next to the lake Titicaca, I was surrounded by excited Cantonese-speaking Chinese in their restaurant, they talked to me in Cantonese and my boyfriend in Spanish. It was a fun conversation.

One time, I was on an airport shuttle bus that takes passengers to different terminals at Paris CDG airport. The bus was fully loaded and I managed to find the only available seat which was occupied by a huge straw bowler hat belonged to the man of next seat. "Excuse me" I said in Spanish as he appeared to be a South American to me with no doubt, but after I seated myself he asked "Where are you from?" in Mandarin. He was such a nice old man. In those five hours we spent in the transit area he told me many things that I needed to take precautions of in South America and offered to buy me drinks and food as if I were a kid. He gave me his address in Dominica and asked me to see him if I would ever go there.

This photo makes my head spin with all the sweet memory brought to me by the Chinese people in South America. Their welcoming smile, their helpfulness, those extra dumplings in our soup and the tea leaves gift packs..... I'm wishing they are having a very wonderful life no matter where they are.

Going to school soon

2005-07-30T20:16:00.000+08:00

This Education course I will be taking later involves an oversea immersion course lasting for 2 months. Just got a letter from HKU asking me to indicate my preferences as to which city and what family I would like to stay in/with during my stay in Australia.

I was sort of taken aback by the word HOMESTAY. What? Wasn't it going to be a dormitory or hostel where I could lock myself up in my own room after school? My problem is I need lots of personal space at home after spending most of the day outside to chill my mind out a bit and read and write. And I normally look like a walking corpse at home, eyes staring blankly and hardly saying anything at all until I get bored with whatever I'm doing and then get back to life and chit-chat with my father and play with my dogs.

OK, stop grumbling and make the best out of the mess. The options for me to choose from are a family with young children/teenager/no children/a single person. Teenagers? no way. They are mostly a bunch of obnoxious people being extremely self-conscious. A couple with no children? Being a light bulb? and be there to hear their moans and screams at night? No.

So I'm left with 2 options: a single person or a family with young children. OK, I'll go for the single person option and in the remarks area I'll write - MUST BE MEN and preferably a 6' tall guy with six-pack.... yum yum... never tried muscular men before. Wondering if sex education is part of the course?

Guess who he is?

2005-07-27T17:39:00.000+08:00

Gregory Rivers, he's much more than what we see in the soapies.

Sad but true

2005-07-26T15:30:00.000+08:00

Here tells the connection between breast cancer and sleep patterns. To put it in a nutshell, it indicates that women should maintain a regular sleep pattern and keep all the lights out when sleeping. I don't know whether or not it's just another bullshit research, but for your information, my mother died of breast cancer, and she had worked on night shift for a decade.

I have been constantly told to get a regular breasts check-up as the chance of my getting breast cancer is doubled to normal people. But I never did. I reckon the DIY check-up I'm providing myself is more than enough, and I'll do whatever I can to avoid going to the clinics to have my breasts groped and rubbed and then pay for it. (But Pap smear is another matter, the symptom of cervical cancer is much less conspicuous and the smear can detest the cancer-like cells at a very early stage so it's something worth doing) But when thinking about it seriously it doesn't really matter. Everybody dies and of different reasons.

Death has never occurred to me as a taboo. I accept the fact that I may die a sudden death in an accident that leaves me no time to say my last word or die a prolonged and painful death that causes emotional tensions as well as financial burdens to my family. So yesterday I went through my insurance policies and made sure that my insurance plans would cover most of the would-be medical expenses if I got any kind of cancer. I've been there and realised the medication, which all insurance companies won't cover unless you stay in a hospital, costs a fortune and slowly pushes you to the brink of bankruptcy.

Have you bought any health/medical insurance?

Sub-romance part II

2005-07-22T22:40:00.000+08:00

I missed out an important point in the previous post: Yee and my father have a mutual understanding that their relationship, though a long one, is no-string-attached. It would make it easier for you to understand why Yee was so calm.

OK, so Hung couldn't wait any longer and decided to launch another attack a couple of days later. She called my father and claimed (with a trembling voice this time)to have received some annonymous calls from a woman who threatened to murder her if she kept contacting her(the caller's) husband.

And Hung strongly suggested to my father that it was Yee who'd threatened her. My father asked her to ignore the calls or, if she really felt intimidated, call the police. Of course she wouldn't follow his advice to call the police. So her last resort was to keep calling my father several times a day to tell how she had been threatened and analysed how great a danger she was in.

My father grew tired of her lies, so to shut her mouth up he said, "It sounds quite impossible that Yee would do such things, and I'm not her husband. My wife is dead. Anyway, I will call Yee in a minute and ask her not to disturb you any more." Instead of making any phone call to Yee, my father was rolling on the floor laughing.

2 days later, Hung, as expected, phoned again. This time she was calling standing at our building gate and asked my father to see her downstairs. Tears rolling down her cheeks the moment she saw my father. She muttered in despair "I can't stay at my home anymore, that woman said she would send someone to slit my throat because you've scolded her and told her not to disturb me. She's very angry and going to avenge. Can I stay with you for the time being until I feel safe again?" She asked sobbing and shaking her head in disbelief.

Noticing a rucksack at her feet, my father immediately became sober and decided to make things clear (because that woman knows our address) "Look, Hung, I think you've got the wrong person. It was not Yee because I haven't scolded her for you, I haven't even talked about you in front of her. How could she blame you for my scolding her? When I said the other day that I will call and ask Yee not to disturb you, it was a lie."

What would you do if you were caught lying (especially such stupid lies) in a situation like this? Well, Hung chose to howl like a bear (an embarrassed one) first and then yelled "YOU P.K. la!!" at my father, and then quickly jumped into a taxi and fled.

"Sub-romance"

2005-07-21T13:41:00.000+08:00

Have been damn busy! Just come over to write something to prevent this blog from idling for too long. What should I write? There isn't any interesting thing happened lately, except this.

My father's got 2 girlfriends - one is a long-term girlfriend (Yee)who's been there with him for many years, more than 10 years I guess; and the other is newly acquired called Hung. They've been out once only.

Hung knows the existence of Yee but not vice versa. A few days ago my father went out with Hung, and on that evening she phoned Yee and telling her with a PRETENDED MALE VOICE (this is the most stupid part) that "he" saw her boyfriend (my father) and a woman clinging together on the street and blah blah blah. I guess Hung thought setting up this plot would make Yee go and interrogate my father in rage and hoping that as a result their relationship would be sabotaged.

Everybody (Yee, my father and a bystander me) knew what was going on, and my father chose to remain silent and watchful. Today, she called again and invented another new story.....(it is a funny one, and I believe my mom is laughing her head off now up in the heaven.)

To be continued....

A story in China

2005-07-12T22:55:00.000+08:00

This link contains photos of some rural areas in North-western China and a story happening in there. When I was a teenager, my mother would go travelling with me during school holidays and her favourite place was China so we together trotted many of the provinces.

These photos bring back tremendous memories and parts of which are lamentable scenes of the harsh and improvished conditions that millions of Chinese people struggle to live through every day. I've always got this seemingly unreachable idea that one day, if I don't have a family of my own, I can go do something, however little it may be, for the children.

I found this link from here, which provides snippets of daily life in Shanghai. It's rather readable, although the host seems to boast about the high-class lifestyle in Shanghai too much and a bit over the top that makes one doubt about the true face of Shanghai.

HK guys are so pathetic

2005-07-11T22:10:00.000+08:00

I was wearing this top today (exactly like what the model does - have 3 buttons done)with a pair of jeans, something can't be more causal and relaxing, I thought. It never occurred to me that such an ordinary clothing would become a target of fantasy or mockery? This guy (in his early 20s) standing in front of me took out from his bag a mobile phone and held it still facing me. I was seated reading on the train and all of a sudden I looked up catching him right there and then. He was all calm when being caught and turned away from me in triumph. I looked down and immediately understood it was my shallow cleavage that had just been snapped.

As I've said in some previous post before, people peeking at my barely visible cleavage is not going to annoy me if I wear something exposing myself in such way. But what amazed me is how easily HK men could be satisfied. Some small-breasted girls like me wearing a top that reveals a bit of her upper boobs is nothing worth being goggled at in many other countries, not even in the mainland China I guess. HK guys are SOooooo pathetic.

Idiots

2005-07-10T23:30:00.000+08:00

I bumped into these photos surfing across some Singaporean blogs. Can't recall on which blog they've been orginally posted but what remained clear in my mind was how people at the comment section joked about and sneered at the stupidity of the whole thing.

The proper reaction, I reckon, to those terminally idiotic people is leave them living in the own device and throughout the course you might like to clap your hands and chant a few "bravo"s just to keep them there to make ordinary people like me look smarter.

While I was shaking my head in amazement I did feel sorry for their parents and thought it might be a better idea to have his balls blown up instead so that he wouldn't be able to proliferate any idiots like him.

Apple Daily works

2005-07-09T10:10:00.000+08:00

I think I must be losing my mind. Loads of stupid news headlines and quotes from Apple Daily today really get on my nerves "Londoners will never give in", "We are invincible - Londoners", "You can't bomb us to death", "London is turning back to be the once great city in the world".... I don't want to be so judgemental at a time like this but can't help yelling Oh, Apple Daily should go fuck themselves.

It depicts a picture that the Londoners still going to work on the following day of the blast is a glorified and heroic act. What? What do you expect? Having them running around and screaming? Everybody knows that there's no way to prevent the terrorists attack and that's the nature of it. Hiding under the sheet and cry wouldn't help and what's more you still need to feed yourself, don't you?

Another quote reads: "This is British people. We've undergone the plight of WWII, why would we back down on the terrorists." Bollocks. Hong Kong was once invaded by the Japanese, does it make each and every HK people more courageous to face bombs? I bet the one who said it would back down if it was made clear that he or the one he loves would be one of the deaths on the tube.

What's so great about Londoners at this attack? They didn't choose it. It's not like they come forward and volunteer to go to the war zones to fight terrorists. They are a bunch of victims, that's all. So maybe those African people struggling in the midst of hunger every day should be crowned of "Life warrior". They're one whole lot of heros that never give up in the face of hardship and strive to live to the last second. Oh, all these touching stories, I'm so teary eyed. Apple Daily works.

What could it be?

2005-07-08T16:04:00.000+08:00

Many of us have fallen victims of those fucking phone promotion calls. Recently I've been harrassed by some strange calls. Every day in the afternoon my cell phone rings for about 2 seconds and then dies down and very shortly afterwards (maybe 1 second later) my home phone rings but the other end hangs up as soon as I pick up.

Has any of you ever encountered the same problem? What could it be?

Olympics 2012

2005-07-07T11:42:00.000+08:00

Soon after the final result was announced I sent my boyfriend an email asking if he was pleased with London being the host of the Games.

He replied:

"No, it's a huge pain in the ass. It will cost a fortune, and we'll have a bunch of idiots turning up to race around in circles. I'm just glad I don't pay my taxes."

That bit of "race around in circles" made me cracked up laughing. Actually his reaction was predictable I was just trying to stir up some provocations. Beijing is hosting the Games in a few years and frankly I feel nothing . I always think the substantial incomes being generated from the Games, after having the expenses deducted, will be nowhere near promising (correct me if I'm wrong). So why bother? Is it all about national pride?

Perfect but fake

2005-07-06T15:13:00.000+08:00

2005

I like Adriana Lima. I think she is stunning and the best among all the Victoria's Secret's models. A couple of days ago I saw many of her photos on a website and tying up the loose ends I was certain that her breasts are fake (see photos of her in 2005 and 2002). What an antonishing discovery! You wouldn't believe until you see it as her tits are made very naturally and don't look having undergone any surgery at all.

2002

2005

Breast implants is as common as common can be in South America especially Colombia and Venezuela. You can see everywhere many many sticky women with ENORMOUS breasts the size of my head. One time, I was watching a TV programme about breast implants and my boyfriend turned his head away from his laptop and asked

"Are you going to do it as well?",
Out of my sheer pride I immediately said "No, it's too risky."
"Not risky, it's rather safe because of its prevalence."
"But it must be expensive, isn't worth it." I insisted
"It wouldn't be expensive, just think about the low living standards here and you will know."

Was he trying to say something? Anyway. I have to be totally honest here and admit I would get a tits job if one day the whole process was guaranteed safe, fast, easy and painless and my breasts would come out as natural as Adriana Lima's (not as big). But I understand that day will never come in my lifetime. So at the meantime I can go on joking with my boyfriend about those silicon packages hanging on a stick and saying "at least mine are genuine" to defend my small breasts.

P.S. Adriana looked too skinny in these photos but not in those for which I became fond of her. photos sourced from Skin.be

Catastrophic love

2005-07-05T17:31:00.000+08:00

A friend left me a message on icq last night telling me she's been very unhappy. Just one line and then a full stop. Without having her tell me the story I know what it is that causes the melancholy.

False love is a drug. It's so hard to pull an addict out of it. This boyfriend of hers treats her like a nobody; or even worse he humiliates and abuses her verbally and as a result her self-esteem is diminishing to almost nothing and her face shrivelling like a withered flower. She's in a state of self-destruction which is like a kid being grabbed on the neck and drowned into a well by an adult but the kid still struggles to enjoy it. Tried to help many times but she flung my hand away in the last minute.

I have no pity on her. What could be more demeaning to let someone tread on you without stopping for several years? He told her she is ugly, her hair is messy, her skin is horrible, her breath stinks; and he never wants to kiss her unless asked to do so...... When she decides she's had enough of these toxic rubbish she will resort to getting herself stoned by a lie "He said he loves me" and pretends to feel better and lurks back in the dark cave of decadence.

These people have been gnawed by the hallucination of desperate love to an uncontrollable level where they lost all their attitudes, dignities and senses. The situation is like the person you love comes holding a lighter to burn your skin for his entertainment, it hurts and you cry like hell but he tells you he loves you and then disappears not even bothering to dress your wound. He keeps coming back for the same purposes and you let him burn you again and again until your whole body becomes tattered.

Why me?

2005-07-03T22:55:00.000+08:00

So the satin sleepwear ended up staying in my closet while more than a dozen of my old tops (some were over 10 years, guess even Regina can't beat me this time) were thrown into a rubbish bag. It was an exhilarating process because the little subconscious me in my brain suggested that I buy some new tops as a replacement.

Oh yeah, quickly I logged in to my regular online shops, clicked into my wishlists and happily chose a few items that I still fancied (see photos) and ready to pay. In hell my eyes bulged full of red lines reading a bloody pop-up message saying all the items I chose were no longer available!!!

Glancing at the photos I nearly wept. I felt the urge to cry because they all looked extra lovely the moment I realised they were unavailable. Jesus! Christ! Why me? I would convert to Christianity if they all became available again.

My favourite: Gabriel Marquez

2005-07-02T12:05:00.000+08:00

I've been extravagantly enjoying myself in the sea of Gabriel Marquez's stories and lost my sense of time. I felt like I was going back in time to 1940s-1960s in Colombia when reading his Living to Tell the Tale, in which Marquez tells the story of his life with his masterful writing saturated with enchantments.

The book reveals many an antonishing and unbelievable snippet of his early life which never fail to cause my heart racing with joy or my body stiffened with tension. Here is one of them:

Marquez was on board a schooner to Bogota where he was to sit an examination for a scholarship. He spotted a taciturn guy who spent most of his time alone reading on deck; Marquez paid attention to him because that guy was reading a book Marquez had been longing for. To kill his time, Marquez with other passengers sang the nights away until dawn. One day, the taciturn guy came up and asked him to write down the keys of the tune he sang the previous night. Marquez was more than happy to do so and taught him the skills of singing and then they chatted a bit about the book. Later, the taciturn guy gave the book to Marquez as a token of appreciation when they disembarked.

The examination was a keen one as people like Marquez came rushing from all cities to Bogota in hope of getting the scholarship. Plus he was late to the exam and found the questions not easy to handle. He messed up the exam. But surprisingly he was granted the scholarship because it turned out that the national director of scolarships was the taciturn guy.

To chuck or not to chuck

2005-06-28T21:16:00.000+08:00

This foxy piece of satin sleep dress I got one of pink colour in my closet. I was completely unaware of it until yesterday. My ex-boyfriend had bought it for me 3 years ago and about 6 months later we split up. It's been left untouched and unnoticed in the gloomy corner ever since.

Should I chuck it or keep it? I am trapped. Surely I'm not going to wear it at home to spice up the family life with my father and brother. If I am to wear it only for my boyfriend, it just doesn't sound right for me to put on a sexy sleepwear given by another boy and then proudly show it to him. But I will hate myself for being freaky to get rid of it because the dress is of really fine quality and I'm sure I will feel great in it.

Mmmmm....To chuck or not to chuck - that is the question.

Here comes my pig-hole

2005-06-27T00:08:00.000+08:00

My room was a pig-hole - clothes hung on chair and pegs for who knows how long, empty shoe boxes and used wrapping papers piled up on floor, books scattered on bed and desk, countless of trinkets laid on windowsill. Only my room smelled mouldy did I realise I hadn't tidied it up for more than 2 weeks. Oh, my my my.... look at the photos! Been so prone to absurdity recently, me. I might have gone out shopping not realising a few spiders dangling from my head and my hair interwoven with cobwebs. It should explain why one of my dogs often followed me around the house and barked and snarled at me lately. She likes eating insects.

The meaning of life

2005-06-26T15:45:00.000+08:00

Last night a TV programme featured ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) kids. A teenage boy said he thinks the meaning of life is to find the meaning of life. Once the answer is found, life will become meaningless, he concluded. If that's really what he thinks about life, his idea is very religious (Buddhism)inclined. Isn't that very close to the idea of Nirvana?

I used to spend quite a lot of time pondering upon the same question. And I came up with a thought that the idea of reincarnation was indeed possible. By reincarnation I don't mean the religious-coloured version of the punishment and reward system, but I mean the nature law that governs the whole universe. In "A Short History of Nearly Everything", Bill Bryson talks about reincarnation from science point of view:

"Every atom a human possesses has almost certainly passed through several stars and been part of millions of organisms on its way to becoming you. We are each so atomically numerous and so vigorously recycled at death that a significant number of our atoms probably once belonged to Shakespeare. A billion more each came from Buddha and Genghis Khan and Beethoven, and any other historical figure you care to name. (The personages have to be historical, apparently, as it takes the atoms some decades to become thoroughly redistributed....).

Oh, sorry to have gone a bit astray. My point is this sort of topics are interesting but too enigmatic. I hope the boy wouldn't be committed to dwelling on this question for too long. Because my own experience tells me that there's no such thing as "The meaning of life". What we should care learning in our life is in fact the art of living. 林語堂 <生活的藝術> is a book full of wisdom and worth reading, although his language is a bit awkward by comtemporary standards.

Aung San Suu Kyi

2005-06-24T11:56:00.000+08:00

19 June 2005 was Aung San Suu Kyi's 60th birthday and it threw her into the spotlight again. Aung San Suu Kyi bears quite a few heart wrenching stories in her life - well she herself probably doesn't agree on the heart wrenching part - and the constant news of the house arrest inevitably arouses sentimental feelings in me. That's the reason I usually don't choose to read her books and essays. I think it's utterly ludicrous to go sentimental about her and think "Oh, it's too much for her to take, poor thing" when actually she's been so strong, determined and rational all along and most importantly that's the path she chose to take.

She's so persistent in getting what she wants in her life. It does shed some light on me. I'm a wimpy weak minded person who easily gets shill-shally especially when it comes to love. "It's too difficult for me, I'm giving up" is something I often tell myself. So once in a while I will go read about her and learn to be strong. Miss Li Man's wrote in her column about Aung San Suu Kyi which is more to the point:-

昂山蘇姬是我所知歷史中最硬頸的一個女人。
硬頸的定義是為了達到一個目的，她願意犧牲一些女人絕不會犧牲的事。用你的人身安全威脅你，你可能不低頭，但以後不准你見愛人， 90% 的女人會妥協；以後不讓你見兒女， 99.9% 的女人會就範。
作為民主戰士，她絕對是頂呱呱，但作為母親妻子有幾分，則見仁見智，但她大概不須要全世界都認為她是個好媽媽，只要她與家人內部有共識就可以；再者，放棄一個家去救一個國，這不是男革命家經常做的事嗎？

自 89 年的軟禁生活開始，她失去了的不能估計，連娛樂都沒有的生活，換轉是很多人都會發瘋了。
她曾經說過：「我不認為這是犧牲，這是選擇。當你選擇做某些事，你就不應該說是犧牲，因為沒有人逼你這樣做。」
我佩服昂山蘇姬不是為她會堅持，而是她很明白堅持的藝術。無論你是為得到一物、愛護一人或達成一理念而堅持，你決定以後，無論結果如何也不應該怨。
最怕聽到女人在怨。
李敏

Tarot

2005-06-21T18:24:00.000+08:00

I've got 10 decks of Tarot cards. They are all very lovely. One of them is for self use - when I have great difficulty in decising what to have for dinner or what time to get up tomorrow I will consult my Tarot cards. They are so reliable and never let me down. They always lie there meekly and let me interpret them my own way so I can get whatever kind of answer I want.

My boyfriend was very rich

2005-06-18T21:32:00.000+08:00

My boyfriend called and said he was going to the jungle with the Colombian police to arrest the guerilla and forfeit their cocaine. Forfeit their cocaine? WOW! Is there any chance you can steal some and sneak away so that we can make it a business, I asked. BIG MONEY!! I want a rich boyfriend to afford my dream life of being a high maintenance girl, I don't give a damn if he's a drugs dealer or not. The more drugs he grows the better.

He sent a photo reporting he had successfully snatched a few packs of cocaine and would smuggle them to me in a few days. The boxes he was sitting on worth more than 4 million HK dollars. I'm getting rich you know and going to set up my own triad and gangster corporation. Interested parties please leave your contact details here.

P.S. I brushed his face in apple/heart shape to protect him from the police, you know. What's more, my psychologist encourages me to do more drawings which can help cure my schizophrenia. She said I've reached a critical stage that I always make up stories and tell people that I have a very rich drugs dealer boyfriend. She said in fact my boyfriend is a poor journalist. Is it the truth?

Mr. apple face

My tears and snot mixed together

2005-06-16T23:11:00.000+08:00

Whenever I feel empty I will read Echo Chan's 三毛 books. I cancelled the appointment with my hairdresser today and stayed in due to the stormy weather. She is one of my favourite writers. I've been reading her books since I was 15 and I am still not having enough of her stories. Today I chose to read "背影" again. And the story which holds the same title "背影" is a real tear gas. Sometimes a good cry is better than a sumptuous meal. I'm full of beans now.

try it, if you want.

Tom Cruise was disgusting

2005-06-15T20:18:00.000+08:00

oh, damn damn damn!

What did he think he was doing? Tom Cruise looked extremely idiotic and gay making this sissy and I'm-in-seventh-heaven face in front of the camera. Tom Cruise please pack it in, you looked so fake.

P.S. photo sourced from Big Story.

It's more farcical than a bloody farce.

2005-06-14T18:46:00.000+08:00

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!
Wahahahaha!!!!

SCMP reported today that they were some Chinese Americans requesting the Japanese government to apologize to China. I can't believe that there are people still going on about this issue without feeling embarassed and lame.

The riots in Shenzhen, Beijing and Shanghai earlier were the BIGGEST political farce I had ever seen in my life. Those poor little air-heads smashing up Japanese department stores and the consulate hadn't the slightest idea they had been put on the table by their government to gain more negotiation chips from Japan. And when the Japanese government came out accusing and demanding compensation, our Chinese government chickened out and ordered all the air-heads to fuck off and stay away from all the Japanese owned premises or they would be held responsible for what they had done. Suddenly all riots died down and no more naive people marching around chanting patriotic slogans. Actually they were not too dump to realise that they had to do what they had been told otherwise rows of tanks would come out to entertain them.

HAHAHA I laughed my head off knowing one of their slogans was to condemn the Japanese for revising their history textbooks. Hahaha... did they not realise their own Chinese history textbooks were all glossed over and the facts of Cultural Revolution virtually twisted? They were nothing but a bunch of victims living under huge propaganda and still worshipping Chairman Mao up to this moment. Wasn't all this a bloody farce?

I like China but never ever feel comfortable with the Communist Party. I hate people who give patriotism lectures. If they ever come up to me and try to lecture me, I will tell them to shove it up to their ass. If the government is likeable, its people will stay and never flee, and propaganda is bollocks. Bollocks to the Communist Party. Give Ching Cheung a fair ground to play on you coward.

P.S.photos sourced from Dajiyuan.com & rfa.org

Going nuts

2005-06-13T00:34:00.000+08:00

I have nothing against mainlanders, some of my good friends are from the mainland China. But the way some solo tourists carry themselves and their "manners" are something I really can't approve of and can't help frowning upon.

They don't queue. Pretty please spare me my life, all I want is to get on the train without being forcefully shoved aside and having my feet stepped on. From now on I'm going to wear my 3 1/2 inches high heels every day so I can crack them right over the head of whoever jumps the queue, steps on my toes, and bumps me off.

Dear friends, watch out and don't stay too close to me as none of you has any privilege of being exempted. I will go nuts the minute people do all the above 3 things to me simultaneously. Argh!

the weapon

Marry a billionaire?

2005-06-12T00:02:00.000+08:00

I stumbled across this interesting test

What Gender Is Your Brain?

at ColtKwong's blog (see the link on my sidebar). I am 53% male and 47% female. I don't care if your mind is sick or not but tell me honestly whether "You could marry for money... if the person was a billionaire."?

I really am not sure. This question is a tricky one. It doesn't say if the billionaire would give me money to splurge, and whether I would be able to divorce him later. BUT if the billionaire was someone like the founder of Seahorse Mr. Wo Yau Ching, I would definitely marry him and chop him into pieces and feed them to seahorses.

Online shopaholic

2005-06-11T22:18:00.000+08:00

perfume bottle

I found myself addicted to Ebay. Logging in just about once a week will fill your eyes with many different new items updated in there, and you will finally end up losing count of how many items you've actually added into your "wishlist".

I myself am very much into bags, jewelry, watch and trinkets, and can't resist putting whatever excites my brain into my wishlist. The upside of the wishlist is it normally allows a few days for you to bid and serves as a tranquilizer. Sometimes it does happen that you don't want the items you were so frantic about yesterday.

Although I like hanging around ebay, I hate the idea of bidding. It turns me into a dope staying around just to keep watching the price and try to outbid the others by 1 US dollar. Can't those manipulative sellers come out of the closet and tell me how much they are gonna sell their goods for?

You can see here a few items under my watch. They are just the tip of an iceberg.

boho style earrings

clutch bag

A nice day out

2005-06-10T00:22:00.000+08:00

My father pushed me real hard to practise driving lately and he offered to be my instructor. I felt despondent immediately as he scarely got any sense of direction. Didn't dare say anything but nodded.

He was responsible for giving directions and I managing the car. Whenever I asked him which lane I should take, he always went "here, here!" or "there, there!" without giving out any clear direction like "choose the right/left lane", not even raise his finger to point! At one point, he gave me wrong instructions and then had me swerve back to the correct lane with half a dozen of cars around us blaring the horns. We almost got hit by a van behind us and the fat bastard in it turned his fucking little dirty head around and cursed me like a nut. I felt quite happy having made such a disgusting looking creature angry.

And am ready to go and piss off more tomorrow.

No comments

2005-06-03T11:58:00.000+08:00

Sorry to those who commented on my previous posts. I lost all your comments when trying to move them across.

Hurrah!

2005-05-25T12:43:00.000+08:00

Hurray! Hurray! I passed my driving test today!

Photos

2005-05-16T12:18:00.000+08:00

Mountainous area in Arica, Chile

Photos mainly of Peru and a few of Chile. Took only 5 pictures in Colombia and they all came out blur, so I didn't put them in my album.

Click here for photos

Going home

2005-05-06T12:08:00.000+08:00

Cuzco of Peru

I'm going back to HK next week. Peru and Colombia are fantastic, they both made me feel so close to the nature.

I will send photos to you all later.

To Jane

2005-04-28T17:22:00.000+08:00

My friend Jane suggested that this blog be changed to a relationship consulting blog. I don't want to narrow down my blog to one single category, and I only write this blog for fun and people can talk about anything they like, even swearing is allowed. Honestly, I prefer people who swear to those who constantly moan over their love wounds. And Jane is both. (This is not bad-mouthing. She asked me to post my reply in here.)

Jane, I'm not an expert in this field although I know I look like one. There is really not much I can advise you, but I tried to sum up here a few points which I always stick to when dealing with guys. I hope you find them crap and useless and eventually you turn to your boyfriend and talk instead. My valuable advice are:

1) Talk to your boyfriend OR 2) Speak to your boyfriend OR 3) Write to your boyfriend

I hope it helps and wish you happy spliting.

Long-haul flight

2005-04-24T19:31:00.000+08:00

I've been taking quite a lot of long haul flights recently. What concerns me most when getting on board is what sort of people are going to sit next to me. The flights from Paris to HK are always full of passengers.

There was a time this mainlander guy sitting next to me and I found him quite a nice neighbour as he was silent and well behaved. But near the the end of our journey he yawned turning his head in my direction and with his mouth wide open. And the smell of rotten food came wafting into my nostrils. Not just one time but THREE times all in my direction. Jesus! He used the washroom only once and didn't brush his teeth, not even chew any gums or mints for the whole journey.

It's none of my business whether one brushes his/her teeth or not. But when you're yawning, especially in a compartment with a thousand nostrils breathing, you should at least cover your mouth with your hand. Watch it, my dear friends, or all the people around you will hate you because you are forcing shit up other people's nostrils.

Engagement ring

2005-04-23T12:48:00.000+08:00

i like it!

A friend badgered me to buy her engagment ring from her. I thought she must have broken with her fiance and therefore wanted to sell it. She said no. The reason was that the ring was too small for her (she bought it from ebay) and she didn't want to spend a thousand dollars to resize it. She said she could buy a new one as soon as she finds a buyer.

Mmmmm....no, thanks. But I was interested to know why a woman needed to buy her own engagment ring. Did her fiance not bring a ring with him when proposing? Or he couldn't be bothered to choose a ring for her? All wrong. She said she asked him to marry her, he nodded, and the next day she bought a ring for herself.

Watch it. Women should never propose. Had she been my good friend, I would have told her to dump the boyfriend quickly.

Watch it

2005-04-21T03:34:00.000+08:00

A few friends after reading this new blog of mine wrote and asked me why it was named "Watch it".

Well, there shouldn't necessarily be a reason for anything. I like "Watch it" and then used it. To match with the title I am going to write things that people should have been aware of but weren't.

There are so many things that would make you look ridiculous without you evr realising it, such as this:

Many girls came out wearing summery clothing and feeling great about themselves. It's completely fine to feel great about oneself. What's so funny about it is quite a large sum of HK girls like putting on deep-V or low-cut tanks for whatever reasons and at the same time wearing an alert face and keeping a watchful eye as if their tits were going to spill out anytime and all the men would rush over and fish a pair into their pockets.

It's utterly stupid to wear a sexy tank walking around if you hate getting your tits stared at. If you put on a tank or anything that gets attention, you'd better let people watch and be easy about it. Otherwise you would look like a paranoid nut.

New blog again

2005-04-20T11:30:00.000+08:00

Sorry for bothering you all to come and visit this new site. The old one has been abandoned due to some strangers having viewed my photos and posted them on the other sites. I'm not going to keep the Chinese blog running as it's too much work and hassle to host two blogs at the same time. You're welcome to leave comments in Chinese, though.