I play to learn.
I play to forget.
So what do I get?
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Fate & Destiny
I had lunch with a colleague of mine who is very famous for telling accurate characteristics, luck and destiny from their names.
According to her predictions...
- In friendships, (on the average) I will have some friends who do not treat me well. That happened already...
- In marriage, I will marry a wife that will bully me. If I marry one that doesn't, we'll divorce. I probably won't have luck to have good relationships with my kids. They'll probably hate me, too.
- In work, I will offer many good suggestions to my superiors, but they will always reject it because they hate me for being smarter than them. To tone down the effects of this, I was told that I should avoid playing the 'smart-alex' at work and just do whatever they tell me to... :(
- In romance: I will have luck in romance until 45. Before 40, it will mostly be women. She told me that I'm destined not to able to handle relationships properly and I will eventually be those people who avoid women. After 40, I'll have luck in romance with men... which I would seriously not want to. My colleague suggested that it might be caused by the inability to handle relationships with women, then i turned to men... :~(
- From 28 onwards, I should not engage myself in dangerous sports like skiing, sky-diving or even driving cars without a license. A very bad accident will occur if I do anything like that.
- Before 33, my life will be a relatively easy one...but after that, the sailings won't be so smooth anymore...
hurhur... my life suxxxx. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IN THISSSSS!!!! EVEN THOUGH SHE'S DAMN ACCURATE!!! T_T
According to her predictions...
- In friendships, (on the average) I will have some friends who do not treat me well. That happened already...
- In marriage, I will marry a wife that will bully me. If I marry one that doesn't, we'll divorce. I probably won't have luck to have good relationships with my kids. They'll probably hate me, too.
- In work, I will offer many good suggestions to my superiors, but they will always reject it because they hate me for being smarter than them. To tone down the effects of this, I was told that I should avoid playing the 'smart-alex' at work and just do whatever they tell me to... :(
- In romance: I will have luck in romance until 45. Before 40, it will mostly be women. She told me that I'm destined not to able to handle relationships properly and I will eventually be those people who avoid women. After 40, I'll have luck in romance with men... which I would seriously not want to. My colleague suggested that it might be caused by the inability to handle relationships with women, then i turned to men... :~(
- From 28 onwards, I should not engage myself in dangerous sports like skiing, sky-diving or even driving cars without a license. A very bad accident will occur if I do anything like that.
- Before 33, my life will be a relatively easy one...but after that, the sailings won't be so smooth anymore...
hurhur... my life suxxxx. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IN THISSSSS!!!! EVEN THOUGH SHE'S DAMN ACCURATE!!! T_T
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
New Game // Continue?
By the 1312542135th time you play a game and exercute the "ultra-cool-sacred-secret-special-moves" for the 2143514th time, the fanciful graphics and the feeling of awe in discovering the secret moves won't be there anymore. It'll just become something so routine, so usual and boring that you'll no longer be able to appreciate it.
Can we say the same for love?
Or like a video game, we proceed to wait for the next edition of the game to come by, play another 24125316th times to get sick of it?
How many games are there? What if you only play one type of game? And what if that type of game isn't produced anymore? Would you be stuck forever playing the last game they made and replay those games that you no longer find interesting?
Replace dating as game and Sex, that 'sacred-secret-special-move'.
Maybe we aren't meant to play with it so much and so often until we get so sick of it until nothing is secret anymore.
When everyone else around is having fun with that game, the feeling of being left out, the tiredness of having everyone telling you how fun it is, etc... >_<;;
Your thoughts?
Can we say the same for love?
Or like a video game, we proceed to wait for the next edition of the game to come by, play another 24125316th times to get sick of it?
How many games are there? What if you only play one type of game? And what if that type of game isn't produced anymore? Would you be stuck forever playing the last game they made and replay those games that you no longer find interesting?
Replace dating as game and Sex, that 'sacred-secret-special-move'.
Maybe we aren't meant to play with it so much and so often until we get so sick of it until nothing is secret anymore.
When everyone else around is having fun with that game, the feeling of being left out, the tiredness of having everyone telling you how fun it is, etc... >_<;;
Your thoughts?
Saturday, July 22, 2006
What is love?
Q: What is love?
Interviewee1:
Love is a waste of time. Its basically a mathematical equation.
Love is not like food water or air which is essential for survival.
Love is not for survival.
But love is still essential because we are conditioned to think that it is important.
Q: You mentioned that its a mathematical equation, so is there a formula?
Interviewee1:
Actually a formula is to prove if an equation is valid. But in this case, since love is not for survival yet it is essential... makes it a conflicting equation. Hence its like saying it cannot be proven, hence love is a waste of time...
---
Other replies:::
01.) Love is when one longs to be with another and each other gives n take from each other.
02.) A feeling that wont dies easily.
03.) I dont know.
04.) Love = Sex = Huat!
05.) Something that adds to my headaches. Something that I don't have.
06.) Indescribable ba... mutual respect/care and no limits in sacrifice ?
07.) Love is just a word. Fxxx is the action.
08.) Love means breakups and divorce in the progress. Please wait...
09.) 係一個正面既動力令到自己去do something／忍受／付出／花時間了解．．．從而得到滿足，even不求回報...
10.) LOVE IS 真心付出.
11.) Love is something u give but dun expect a return.
Q: If so, if I give money to the casher for buying things, then i dun expect her to give me change, is that love? :P
12.) I don't know what is love, but I think it goes way deeper than liking a person. It is like, even if you have achieved all your dreams and not having THAT person to share that happiness with you, it becomes all meaningless...
Quoted from "5 People You'll Meet in Heaven(thanks Janys):
"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nuture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."
I would like everyone who has taken the time and effort to reply my silly question. These replies have somehow helped me gained a new perspective on how should I view love is... :)
Thank you!
Interviewee1:
Love is a waste of time. Its basically a mathematical equation.
Love is not like food water or air which is essential for survival.
Love is not for survival.
But love is still essential because we are conditioned to think that it is important.
Q: You mentioned that its a mathematical equation, so is there a formula?
Interviewee1:
Actually a formula is to prove if an equation is valid. But in this case, since love is not for survival yet it is essential... makes it a conflicting equation. Hence its like saying it cannot be proven, hence love is a waste of time...
---
Other replies:::
01.) Love is when one longs to be with another and each other gives n take from each other.
02.) A feeling that wont dies easily.
03.) I dont know.
04.) Love = Sex = Huat!
05.) Something that adds to my headaches. Something that I don't have.
06.) Indescribable ba... mutual respect/care and no limits in sacrifice ?
07.) Love is just a word. Fxxx is the action.
08.) Love means breakups and divorce in the progress. Please wait...
09.) 係一個正面既動力令到自己去do something／忍受／付出／花時間了解．．．從而得到滿足，even不求回報...
10.) LOVE IS 真心付出.
11.) Love is something u give but dun expect a return.
Q: If so, if I give money to the casher for buying things, then i dun expect her to give me change, is that love? :P
12.) I don't know what is love, but I think it goes way deeper than liking a person. It is like, even if you have achieved all your dreams and not having THAT person to share that happiness with you, it becomes all meaningless...
Quoted from "5 People You'll Meet in Heaven(thanks Janys):
"Lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nuture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end," she said. "Love doesn't."
I would like everyone who has taken the time and effort to reply my silly question. These replies have somehow helped me gained a new perspective on how should I view love is... :)
Thank you!
Friday, July 07, 2006
Mabel
As far as I can remember, I know of 3 Mabels. And so far, they have been a wonderful presence in my life.
The first one was a girl I got to know in the arcades, she's now studying in Texas I think? She plays KOF lots. Learnt that some girls can be horrible... especially when they know Judo... >_<;
The second one was my tuition teacher...ooo how could I possibly forget? :)~
She helps me with my maths and science... and she was ... wonderful, too.
And the third Mabel (hopefully not the last one I am going to know), is a lecturer working in the same department as I am. She wasn't as beautiful as the last two that I knew, but she had the heart of an angel.
A couple of days ago, she invited me to chat in her office. We talked about the things I would like to achieve in a few years time.
"I wanna get a diploma in marketing, then continue doing business just like my father and grandfather did."
"Is Marketing really where your talents are?"
"I suppose so. A good friend of mine once told me that every few lines of conversation he had with me, I would deviate the conversation to something about making profits, business and etc."
"How about your interests? I thought you liked teaching.."
"I do, but teaching alone isn't going to do well to satisfy the materialistic me. You see, if my needs aren't fulfilled, how am I going to have that kind of love, passion and energy to teach well? I suppose teaching can wait until much later...maybe when I'm well off enough, I guess?"
She then handed me a book; "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People".
"Maybe you'll change after reading this. Try taking some time to do some self-reflection and tell me what you think. You can start by thinking up 10 things, events or whatever that has happened in your life so far that made you really happy. Note it all down and look for the similiarities between them. The answer might be there."
Humans are strange beings. For example, if you are going for a urine test, the urine sometimes just won't come out no matter how hard you want it to. Same goes for this... I spent the whole night thinking, eh, what made me REALLY, really happy?
Getting laid? Beating opponent in arcade/computer games? Having 'yes' as a reply when I asked the girl of my dream for a date? Getting my first paycheck? Getting to the top of the hill?
So far, the only time that I felt the happiest moment ever, was about 6 years ago? It was a ridiculous situation; I had accidentally dropped the toilet paper 'core' (u know, the hard cardboard thingy) unknowingly into the toilet bowl and did my business in it. (Now I know some of you might have heard of this story before, but I think there are some still who are interested)
After that, only Mom used the toilet and then she figured what had happened, somehow. She gave me a major lecture and forced me to get it out by myself. I offered to pay to get a plumber to get it done, but she insisted that I do it personally. You can pretty imagine that situation; a real, full stinking load of crap to pump out, put your hands (almost; i had a plastic bag) in it and get that stupid thing out... whoa. It makes me sick just thinking about it~!
For 1 whole hour I stood there procrastinating, omg omg why do i have to do this? Mom hates me mom hates me etc... Then finally at 11pm, I knew there was no other way out; I pumped and pumped and pumped. The stench... it was eternally unforgettable I tell you. And you do understand that when you try to thrust something into the toilet bowl, there's bound to be splashes and etc etc... Overall, it was just HORRIBLE.
At 12am I finally got it out. I was exhilarated and very pleased with myself. The fruit of hard labour was just too wonderful...
More crap to come... later den continue...
The first one was a girl I got to know in the arcades, she's now studying in Texas I think? She plays KOF lots. Learnt that some girls can be horrible... especially when they know Judo... >_<;
The second one was my tuition teacher...ooo how could I possibly forget? :)~
She helps me with my maths and science... and she was ... wonderful, too.
And the third Mabel (hopefully not the last one I am going to know), is a lecturer working in the same department as I am. She wasn't as beautiful as the last two that I knew, but she had the heart of an angel.
A couple of days ago, she invited me to chat in her office. We talked about the things I would like to achieve in a few years time.
"I wanna get a diploma in marketing, then continue doing business just like my father and grandfather did."
"Is Marketing really where your talents are?"
"I suppose so. A good friend of mine once told me that every few lines of conversation he had with me, I would deviate the conversation to something about making profits, business and etc."
"How about your interests? I thought you liked teaching.."
"I do, but teaching alone isn't going to do well to satisfy the materialistic me. You see, if my needs aren't fulfilled, how am I going to have that kind of love, passion and energy to teach well? I suppose teaching can wait until much later...maybe when I'm well off enough, I guess?"
She then handed me a book; "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People".
"Maybe you'll change after reading this. Try taking some time to do some self-reflection and tell me what you think. You can start by thinking up 10 things, events or whatever that has happened in your life so far that made you really happy. Note it all down and look for the similiarities between them. The answer might be there."
Humans are strange beings. For example, if you are going for a urine test, the urine sometimes just won't come out no matter how hard you want it to. Same goes for this... I spent the whole night thinking, eh, what made me REALLY, really happy?
Getting laid? Beating opponent in arcade/computer games? Having 'yes' as a reply when I asked the girl of my dream for a date? Getting my first paycheck? Getting to the top of the hill?
So far, the only time that I felt the happiest moment ever, was about 6 years ago? It was a ridiculous situation; I had accidentally dropped the toilet paper 'core' (u know, the hard cardboard thingy) unknowingly into the toilet bowl and did my business in it. (Now I know some of you might have heard of this story before, but I think there are some still who are interested)
After that, only Mom used the toilet and then she figured what had happened, somehow. She gave me a major lecture and forced me to get it out by myself. I offered to pay to get a plumber to get it done, but she insisted that I do it personally. You can pretty imagine that situation; a real, full stinking load of crap to pump out, put your hands (almost; i had a plastic bag) in it and get that stupid thing out... whoa. It makes me sick just thinking about it~!
For 1 whole hour I stood there procrastinating, omg omg why do i have to do this? Mom hates me mom hates me etc... Then finally at 11pm, I knew there was no other way out; I pumped and pumped and pumped. The stench... it was eternally unforgettable I tell you. And you do understand that when you try to thrust something into the toilet bowl, there's bound to be splashes and etc etc... Overall, it was just HORRIBLE.
At 12am I finally got it out. I was exhilarated and very pleased with myself. The fruit of hard labour was just too wonderful...
More crap to come... later den continue...
:-(
I smacked the kid today.
I didn't need to. He was quite normal; naughty and just not wanting to have a boring tuition lesson.
Now her mom wants to talk to me tomorrow. Great... -_-
...
I kind of feel like its my fault that he's not actually progressing as much as I wanted him to. Since the last library fine, I didn't borrow anymore books to help me in my teaching anymore. Without those aids, I feel so helpless trying to get his attention. The desperate feeling pushed me to anger... :~(
I am so sorry... argh!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Because, so and so...
By wearing a nice shirt to work today, 10++ people stopped dead in their tracks, checked me out and ask me why I am I so well dressed today.
I should wear nice shirts to work.
I should wear nice shirts to work.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
你今天的幸运指数是... -10 / 10 !!!
I had a couple of fortune cookies yesterday and it predicted the followings:
-your toilet bowl break.
-you will sit with smelly retard.
-you will step on dog poo-poo.
-your day will suck badly. everything will oppose you.
-causeway bay will trap you.
...
I got home 12am today. Almost automatically, I took off my shoes immediately and as I was about to take a pee. And there it was, a broken toilet bowl... thanks to my bro.
At 3am I felt like taking a pee. Ran 400metres to the toilet at the market(actually just 100m, but to and fro = 200m and being so tired it felt like twice the distance). Couldn't sleep after that.
Went to work. Was verbally punished for looking tired... -.-;;;
After work, I went to Causeway Bay to get my new ID card. On the way there I HAD to pass by the arcade and I was 15 minutes early on my schedule. So I played for a while. A sudden reminder rang in my mind; omfg! I'm meeting someone who hates cigarette stench later! (fyi, hk arcades=smokehouses.) So I ran out to buy a can of deodorant spray to overlap the stench as much as possible. Then my phone rang. It was my friend and she says she wasn't gonna make it for dinner tonight since boss ordered her to do OT... :(
Fine... whatever. So I went ahead to collect my new ID card. My phone rang again. This time it was Mom and she wants me to go home to get pictures of the toilet taken so that the plumbers could give us a quote. Ate and headed home hurriedly to get the photos sent to them. On the way to the busstop, I had this uncanny feeling that I forgot to do something but I just couldn't remember what it was. I got onto the bus and paid the fare...
After I got onto the bus, I finally recalled what I was supposed to do; send out something to my friend. It was too late to get off as I was almost home. Got everything done quickly and rushed back to causeway bay. Waited 15 minutes for the damn bus which supposedly should have been there in 5 minutes. Worried, I called the remittance shop and they said they would wait for me for another 15 minutes.
I was stupid enough to run around Jaffe Road without noticing that the road plates has the building numbers stated on them. So from one end I ran to the other and I came back to the spot where I had my dinner earlier on. The remittance shop was just across the road and I didn't notice =_=;;;
By then, the shop was closed and I was like quite pissed off since they didn't waited as they had promised. Decided to take the Ding-ding tram home to save 2 dollars and besides, I was all sweaty and smelled really bad so it might be better take something that has better ventilation. Two stops away, I regretted my decision. A mentally-disabled middle age man came onto the tram and sat beside me, took off his hat and there was this oppressive, disgusting stench which I couldn't possibly imagined that could be of this world. The lady who sat next to him on the other side quickly retreated and then went upstairs. As I took a brief look at him, he turned to me and smiled... just like a retard! (omfg, what am I saying, HE IS RETARDED.)
I walked upstairs and sat down. He followed suit and sat right next to me... =__________=;;;
"Hehhhh hehhh hehhh. I like sitting with u!"
"...........but I don't. Get the fuk away from me!"
"but I don't want to...."
So I sat there, with him sitting beside me and smiling, almost drooling too. When the tram moved, it was still alright since most of the smell blew backwards(my sympathies to those who sat at the back). But when the tram stops... ooooooof. Luckily, the driver was pushing the tram to full speed all the time and saved me a few minutes of torture. Had a hard time to get off since the fella refuse to move his legs to let me get out -.-;;;
Sigh... :~(
-your toilet bowl break.
-you will sit with smelly retard.
-you will step on dog poo-poo.
-your day will suck badly. everything will oppose you.
-causeway bay will trap you.
...
I got home 12am today. Almost automatically, I took off my shoes immediately and as I was about to take a pee. And there it was, a broken toilet bowl... thanks to my bro.
At 3am I felt like taking a pee. Ran 400metres to the toilet at the market(actually just 100m, but to and fro = 200m and being so tired it felt like twice the distance). Couldn't sleep after that.
Went to work. Was verbally punished for looking tired... -.-;;;
After work, I went to Causeway Bay to get my new ID card. On the way there I HAD to pass by the arcade and I was 15 minutes early on my schedule. So I played for a while. A sudden reminder rang in my mind; omfg! I'm meeting someone who hates cigarette stench later! (fyi, hk arcades=smokehouses.) So I ran out to buy a can of deodorant spray to overlap the stench as much as possible. Then my phone rang. It was my friend and she says she wasn't gonna make it for dinner tonight since boss ordered her to do OT... :(
Fine... whatever. So I went ahead to collect my new ID card. My phone rang again. This time it was Mom and she wants me to go home to get pictures of the toilet taken so that the plumbers could give us a quote. Ate and headed home hurriedly to get the photos sent to them. On the way to the busstop, I had this uncanny feeling that I forgot to do something but I just couldn't remember what it was. I got onto the bus and paid the fare...
After I got onto the bus, I finally recalled what I was supposed to do; send out something to my friend. It was too late to get off as I was almost home. Got everything done quickly and rushed back to causeway bay. Waited 15 minutes for the damn bus which supposedly should have been there in 5 minutes. Worried, I called the remittance shop and they said they would wait for me for another 15 minutes.
I was stupid enough to run around Jaffe Road without noticing that the road plates has the building numbers stated on them. So from one end I ran to the other and I came back to the spot where I had my dinner earlier on. The remittance shop was just across the road and I didn't notice =_=;;;
By then, the shop was closed and I was like quite pissed off since they didn't waited as they had promised. Decided to take the Ding-ding tram home to save 2 dollars and besides, I was all sweaty and smelled really bad so it might be better take something that has better ventilation. Two stops away, I regretted my decision. A mentally-disabled middle age man came onto the tram and sat beside me, took off his hat and there was this oppressive, disgusting stench which I couldn't possibly imagined that could be of this world. The lady who sat next to him on the other side quickly retreated and then went upstairs. As I took a brief look at him, he turned to me and smiled... just like a retard! (omfg, what am I saying, HE IS RETARDED.)
I walked upstairs and sat down. He followed suit and sat right next to me... =__________=;;;
"Hehhhh hehhh hehhh. I like sitting with u!"
"...........but I don't. Get the fuk away from me!"
"but I don't want to...."
So I sat there, with him sitting beside me and smiling, almost drooling too. When the tram moved, it was still alright since most of the smell blew backwards(my sympathies to those who sat at the back). But when the tram stops... ooooooof. Luckily, the driver was pushing the tram to full speed all the time and saved me a few minutes of torture. Had a hard time to get off since the fella refuse to move his legs to let me get out -.-;;;
Sigh... :~(
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Saturday
Me too. Watched Bleach since I woke up at 3pm today... haha! Its been quite some time since I've slept so much! I love sleeping! :D
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