More quotable quotes - George Bernard Shaw

"I find fault with only three things in this story of yours...: the beginning, the middle and the end."

Quotable quotes - 《花样少年少女 Episode 1》

秀伊∶ 你的样子的确还蛮容易让人家误会成女孩子的啊，可是胸部就骗不了人了吧！ （拍了瑞莃的胸部之后离场）

瑞莃∶ 天啊！虽然是成功的隐瞒了我女性的身份啦，可是怎么有一种心情很复杂的感觉啊。难道我的胸部真的那么小，小到被人家打了都没有感觉吗？

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南学长∶还好你是男的，如果你是女的，今天晚上我一定让你失去你这辈子最珍贵的东西。

瑞莃∶啊，对啊。。。还好我是男的。。。是男的。。。呵呵。。哈哈。。。

女人唔易做!

最近观赏完《女人唔易做》之后不禁感触良多。 虽然此剧的主题是环绕着现代女性，但是不知道是有意或无意，这部剧对婚姻的描写给我的感觉是比较悲观的。我忽然开始想，一对男女结了婚之后，相处日久之下，原有的爱情和激情往往会升华成亲情和习惯性。这样的亲情会使得爱情变得平凡，枯燥乏味，而失去它原有的华丽色彩。失去色彩的爱情便有可能驱使男人寻找又新又刺激的恋情。为什么婚姻会有这样的效果呢？

升华 --> 枯燥 --> 出轨，这三种词汇竟然涵盖了女人婚后所可能面对的悲哀。唉，真是女人唔易做!

p.s. 以上乃本人胡思乱想，昏昏欲睡时所想出来的，有点无聊吧？哈哈哈哈!

My new virtual beagle

Tadah!!! I'm finally blogging about my new DS Lite which I bought sometime in July last year after lusting for it for so long. This is my beagle from Nintendogs. He is so cute! I named him after my old dog Flap. Flap was a cross-breed: Belgium shepherd and something else (SPCA, which was where we adopted him, also didn't know). Nintendogs obviously wouldn't have cross-breeds, so I just chose the beagle. He is so so cute!!! I know I should be screaming at him for not obeying my commands most of the time, but somehow my heart just melts when I see him. How to scold Flap? Very hard leh…

Chicken breasts!!!

Teaching is not an easy profession. I know because I have friends who are/were teachers. Some of them are still teaching, while others have quit. But all of them said the same thing to me, “Don’t go into teaching”. It’s kind of sad and says a lot about the heavy responsibilities of teachers, as well as the local education system.

But I digress. The topic of this post is not about public teachers but rather about second/foreign language teachers. So why did I say that teaching is not an easy profession? Well, read on.

HY,K and I were at Victoria market sometime ago in Jul/Aug 2006. HY was busy looking at her fresh oysters and salmon sashimi (yes, HY, this part is just to torture you gwahahaha!), while K and I were at the chicken stall. Suddenly, this Caucasian ESL teacher walked towards us leading a small group of Asian students. Obviously some tour of the market. The ESL teacher stopped beside us at the chicken stall and pointed to the chicken breasts. Now this was the part which cracked K and I up. After pointing, the very enthusiastic lady said “chicken breasts” and pointed to her own breasts. K and I had a hard time waiting for her to leave before we burst out laughing. We then began mimicking her (we are so evil I know). We went “chicken feet” and pointed to our own feet, “chicken wing” and flapped our arms, “chicken leg”…well you get the drift.

Incidentally, sometime before this incident, we were at this Asian grocer in Chinatown. We were looking around when this huge group of Australian students came in, led by an Asian guide. She walked past us and said very seriously, “see, we have this, this and that (some Asian products which are very common, sorry I can't remember what they were)”. Once again, we had a hard time controlling our mirth. One of the students even gave us a rather sheepish smile when she walked past us. Yes, my sympathies to you. I would also be very paiseh if I were in your shoes.

Souvenir pin from Taipei's National Palace Museum

Caution

Please be aware of sharp points. In case of an accident, you may hurt yourself.
Please do not let the back part directly touch the skin. It may hurt yourself.
Please make sure to have parental guidance during attachment by small children.
Please be aware of infants licking or drinking metal parts.
Please note that the characteristic of the pin may damage your clothes.

DUH! It's a pin!

What is a cat? What is a dog?

What is a Cat?

• Cats do what they want.
• They rarely listen to you.
• They are totally unpredictable.
• When you want to play, they want to be alone.
• When you want to be alone, they want to play.
• They expect you to cater to their every whim.
• They are moody.
• They leave hair everywhere.
• They drive you nuts and cost an arm and a leg.
  

Conclusion: They are tiny women in fur coats.

What is a Dog?

• Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house.
• They can hear a packet of food opening half a block away, but don't hear you when you are in the same room.
• They growl when they are not happy.
• When you want to play, they want to play.
• When you want to be alone, they want to play.
• They are great at begging.
• They will love you forever if you rub their tummies.
• They leave their toys everywhere.
• They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss.
  

Conclusion: They are tiny men in fur coats.

On course

Seriously, why do organisations like to send their employees on courses? Imagine this. You are sitting in a huge room with 10-20 other people. You can't go to the toilet without creating a commotion or climbing over 3 strangers you've never met or spoken to before. You find yourself fighting to stay awake, wishing desperately for a steaming hot cup of coffee. Your neighbour is nodding away (in lala land), while your other neighbour is fiddling with his or her handphone. Sounds familiar? You're not alone.

The thing about courses is that oddly enough, half the time it's irrelevant to your work. The other half of the time, you're too bogged down by work to care about anything else. Why would you be interested in a stupid course when you can't even begin to finish half the work in your cabinet?! For instance, my teacher friend once told me that her school sends her on quite a number of courses and she (bless my friend) totally enjoys it. The problem is that she never has any time to try out what she learnt in the classroom. What's the point of learning all kinds of new and interesting stuff, but yet never be able to implement it?

Was stuck in a seminar (9.30am - 5pm) today. It was terribly boring and I kept nodding off. It was a double whammy for me, because 1) the course content had no relevance to my work whatsoever and 2) I have quite a few reports waiting to be written. My neighbour K has made herself comfortable in her seat and is dozing openly. I'm stoning and D is trying his best to stay awake. What method is he using?! I can't believe he's still awake. My boss, C, is scribbling furiously in her notebook and replied tersely, "work", when I asked what she's doing. WT, J and K are sleeping in the front row as well. Poor speaker, half his audience is concussed.

TVB classics

I just finished re-watching the 1983 “Return of the Condor Heroes”. Andy Lau and Idy Chan were superb! The dubbing leaves much to be desired though. A lot of mispronunciations and wrong names even! And the dubbing for Andy Lau made him sound like the villain, the hyek hyek hyek perverted type. LOL!

Anyway, am going to start re-watching "The New Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre", the 1986 Tony Leung and Kitty Lai version.

Ah…period costumes are really so pretty! Sometimes I wish that I were born in ancient times, then can wear pretty clothes and have pretty hairstyles. Better still, can fly here and fly there. But then on second thoughts, I would have to be born into a rich/puglistic family, if peasant family then a tad tricky…

Barbara Yung
Idy Chan
Kitty Lai
Just look at them! So pretty! I know I know, you will say they are pretty, so they will look good in anything. That’s not true, I’ve seen them in modern clothes (can’t be bothered to post them here, cos not as pretty), and they definitely looked better in period costumes. Did anyone ever put on their mum’s clothes and pretend to be a princess/nu xia in ancient China? I know I did. I would flounce around the room in my “pretty” (from a kid’s point of view) make-believe “period costumes”, waiting for my beloved Zhang Wuji (male protagonist in New Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre played by Tony Leung) to come by. Gosh, I had such a crush on Tony Leung for ages! Not the modern Tony Leung, mind you, but the period drama one.

Something funny to end this post. I came across a translation of the Return of the Condor Heroes today, “The Giant Eagle and its companion”. ROTFL!!!!!

Oops, typo!

Oh my goodness, the antibiotics are affecting my typing ability. I just tried to do a search for “return of the condor heroes”, but ended up typing “return of the condor herpes”! That’s so wrong!

Poor me

Traumatised. Super traumatised.

Last Friday evening, I went for a stroll with J at Botanic Gardens after a very nice French dinner. We bought almond-coated Pocky and Pink Dolphin drink for dessert and were munching happily on one of the benches near the entrance of the park, admiring the very orange crescent moon (probably cos of the haze). Halfway through, my feet started to itch very badly, so I told J, "got mosquitoes, let's leave".

Sunday morning. AAAHHHHH!!!! Foot is so swollen and ugly! I don't believe it!! Why??!!! Out of concern (or fear, see picture below and you will understand why), my parents forced me to go see the doctor. I don't know why I was resisting. It just feels rather dumb to see the doctor over mosquito bites, unless it's dengue fever of course.

Taken today, worse on Sunday

Anyway, after saying a very sheepish hi to the doctor, I showed him my "elephant foot". His face turned very serious. He told me that I have an infection from the bites. Pointing to a red rash on my leg (imagine a shape like a streak of lightning), he said "See, this shows that the infection is moving up your leg. This is dangerous. Once it goes above your thigh, you will have to go to "Holiday Inn" for 2-3 days". At which I went dumbly, "Holiday Inn?", and he said, "ya, hospital".

*Freaking out*

Hospital? Hospital?? Go hospital for this?!! Amidst a moment of hysteria, I began mentally scolding J, cos he is the one who likes Botanic Gardens. Then I vaguely remembered that I was the one who suggested going...shucks!

To cut a long story short (and trust me, this is not the end of it), my doctor said he would give me strong antibiotics to get rid of the infection. Two types of antibiotics somemore...sob sob! One called "Clox" (15 capsules, 1 cap 3 times a day), the other called "Amoxil" (30*%^&*#^%%@!!! capsules, 2 caps 3 times a day).

I went home and took the medicine. No problem. Feeling fine apart from the swollen foot, which was starting to feel numb (pins-and-needles sensation).

Monday morning, woke up feeling weak and groggy, but I still decided to go to work. Just the foot mah I thought, as long as I don’t walk, it should be fine. Boy was I wrong. Not only was I unable to do much work, I was also slumped over my desk most of the time. I tried to make myself feel better by eating a bit of bread, didn’t work. After my lunch (a BK hamburger, silly J put it in the wrong cubicle. M was calling people to ask who had left it on her table), I felt worse. Acute gastric pain. Somehow I managed to struggle through the day. At 5 plus, I finally went to the toilet where I vomited part of my lunch.

Realising that there was no way I could make it home on my own, I called my parents who quickly picked me up and sent me home. Once I got home, my mum made a cup of milo for me, while my dad called the doctor and arranged to go meet him to ask him about my medicine. After drinking the milo, I went upstairs. The minute I reached the bathroom, I vomited the contents of my stomach into the sink, after which I collapsed onto my bed.

After a while, my mum prepared porridge and I managed to eat a bowl. My dad returned from the clinic with a 2-day mc and said that the antibiotics were too strong, which was why my stomach could not take it. He prepared some glucose and I took the antibiotics together with a new medicine from the doctor that is supposed to neutralise the acidic effect of the antibiotics. Unfortunately it didn’t really work. I vomited again. By this point in time, my parents began to panic. My dad kept trying to console me by saying things like "don’t worry, the doctor said as long as you don’t have fever, it’s ok" (cos I took my temperature earlier and it was ok). Upon hearing this, my mum decided to take my temperature again. 38.3 deg celsius. Great. Now I have to take panadol as well. Help ah!

Tuesday. Didn’t get much sleep last night. Too uncomfortable. Plus people tend to get really scared when they have no idea why their body is behaving in a certain way. But at least my fever has subsided. I couldn’t eat much though and only had a few mouthfuls of porridge and some biscuits. Lunch was the worst. I ate a few mouthfuls of porridge before collapsing onto the table, followed by the floor. I was too nauseous. The sight of food made me sick. Am ashamed to admit it but I started crying. No idea why, I guess I just suddenly wondered when I would be able to eat normally again.

J visited me in the evening. Very comforted.

Wednesday. Woke up feeling a lot better. But it didn’t last. Still very weak and giddy. Can’t stand/walk/sit up straight for long. Had hua2 dan4 fan4 for dinner. Vomited again…this is becoming boring…in a very sad way. My parents decided to take me to the doctor again. Just when we were about to go out, I got a pleasant surprise. J was in my house! He drove over after work to accompany me, but he didn’t know I was going to the doc’s. Poor thing, he accompanied me at the clinic from 2055 to 2200, and he has to work tomorrow. He read an article from the ST to me while we were waiting. It’s an essay which won second prize in an essay competition. The writer, a secondary school student, wrote about her dog, Milkshake, which had passed away. I started crying in the middle of the article. Like what J said, all dog owners would know what the writer went through. It was a very moving and honest piece of writing. I was very touched.

Saw the doctor. Showed him my albeit-less-swollen-than-it-was-on-Sunday-but-still-swollen foot. He told me it’s due to water retention. Sigh...as for giddiness and feeling weak, he said it’s due to the strong antibiotics. But he said I HAVE TO (sniff!) finish them. So he gave me 2 more days mc. Cos I tell you, if I go to work, I might just collapse in a heap in my cubicle. My doctor’s parting shot (delivered with a grin I might add, maybe his very small attempt to make me laugh): “your stomach cannot stomach it”. I could only grimace at him. Damn, I am feeling so shitty already he still got mood for wordplay. I guess he must be thinking of all that money he’s earning from me. $#@^%&!@$@!$#@$^#$!!!!!!

That’s it, no more Botanic Gardens for me in a long time to come. This is not the first time (it’s the second actually and I had to see the doctor the first time round too, involved pricking of stuff and pus oozing…enough said) that I’ve gotten bitten. I suspect it’s the same insect. It really doesn’t like me! or maybe it’s some karmic debt I owe it…ok, this could be the antibiotics talking…I better go sleep…