Thursday, July 29, 2004
Comedian, Crown or merely Someone whom to be laughed at?
American Idol’s William Hung Found Dead of Heroin Overdose
I found this piece of "news" from a junk mail. I smiled with a relaxed mood when reading the heading. Please read down before blaming me as "cold-blooded" ... Of course, this's not a piece of true news.
To myself, crown is an occupation under the career "Comedian" category. Comedians entertain people by doing something funny or ridiculous. Sometimes, they wear funny clothes and make-ups to magnify their acts.
We don't laugh when a plain Charlie Chaplin, Rowan Atkinson (Mr. Bean) ... or Blake Edwards (father of the Pink Panther) (in Hong Kong, we have 以前的軟硬,張達明,詹瑞文…) comes in front of us. But, we laugh when they act. Yes, they act! They bring fun to audience.
William Hung is not a comedian nor a crown. People don't laugh because he acts, but laugh merely when he comes out, plainly. He's what I mean "someone whom to be laughed at"! I have never laughed at him nor to his "acting". I feel shamed.
It's not funny to laugh at someone, counting out we intend to do something silly to tame a laughter. I won't mind Hung to be "that one" here in the Chinese community, nor some American guy to be "that one" in the U.S.
I'm not very clear about the way Americans' thought goes. But, I don't think it would deviate from ours much. Why? Why it is a Chinese to be "that one" in America?
Stop "doing" stupid things!
7 gf340
I was very ill yesterday. My nose was runny, my voice turned haurse tenor, my body reacted in a "lagged" way. It really deserve a sick-leave. So, I turned down the teaching job in that afternoon. Sigh, I've never been that sick when I took sick-leaves in any of my pass employments.
I decided to sleep finallt when I can't even sit right and watch TV at about 4 o'clock and Mr. C called. He suggested me to go to his home. That sounded good - a nice bed, "free" air-con, ... being a queen! So, I packed, fed Ah Far and set off.
I ate and slept (although I couldn't fall asleep at all) at Mr. C's home. The rain drops drumed too loud that I couldn't sleep at all. Yet, I was lucky having been there.
Came back after noon. The first thing I have to do is filling the gf340 forms (application forms for government vacancies). I've been lazying with an excuse of being ill for few days. I really have to fill up the forms as some jobs set their deadline on 30 July, tomorrow.
Finally, I managed to fill 7 forms and ran to the post office at 5 PM sharp.
I hope I could get some good news by this summer holidays. Of course, I'm filling more forms and sending more CVs.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Illness
Having a cold, no mood for anything, no energy for everything!
The new washing machine arrived yesterday. The only thing I've done is washing my clothes. I love nothing more than clothings.
Ah Far is hiding on the top of the shelf, sleeping..z..z...ZZ..ZZZ
Friday, July 23, 2004
Want to know the identity?
I've watched a TV programme about health and medical sciences just now. I don't used to watch that channel but there's nothing less worse...
Loads of information is cremmed into one single programme. I've "received" about 3 to 4 pieces of 'news' in about 20 minutes' time.
Every piece is related to a story. Here's the story I saw:
A man's girlfriend got pregnant one day and he soon married her, believing that he's the father of the child. Few months later, the world's most gorgeous thing, he thought, born to delight his life. He gave all his love to her, his daughter. He continued to love her even he and his wife ended up divorced two years later. He keep meeting her and gave the alimony.
Few months after the divorce, he started a foul thought. He wondered why his daughter doesn't have any part look like any member of his family. When he was driving, having the question whether his "daughter" was really "his" one day, he saw an ad on the highway:
"Want to know the identity?"
It's an ad of DNA tests by a lab. Without a second thought, the man took the test and learned that he's not the father. He's now no need to pay the alimony, however, he's not happy about that. He's stopped seeing the child as he thinks that it's not appropriate to meet her again.
There's about 10% children not the biological offspring of whom they are calling them "Father" in California/ L.A.
That's what I'm worrying about... No, no... I'm not getting pregnant! Just don't want this to be happened on me... Sigh...
Dear sisters, marry not because of pregnancy, except you're 100% sure who's the father.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
To Stay ... = Stable?
I've just renewed the contract of my flat. Every term keeps the same and the owner will buy a new washing machine since the old one's broken. Is that nice?
I don't know. I've just decided to find a new job. Yes, a new full time job, not a new teaching job. I've just realized that I'll fall into the "red period" if I can't get a job by this summer. I'm now tired of budgetting. The expenditure is reaching a break-event point without a word. "Break-event" is used to explain an income increased so as to meet the value of expenses, but I have no words "better", or worse, than that.
A few piano students are leaving me in November or earlier. Unfortunately, it's not because of me, by my teaching method nor my not-very-advanced knowledge. They are leaving just because of the HKCEE and one of them just sillily follows his old music teacher as she's getting out from school an becoming a private teacher.
I have to face the fact whatever its reason. I need a full time job with the weekend part time ones. The 7-days-70-hours life will launch soon. I've had such a period for one and a half years and I'm not afraid of having a similar one again. It ensures my life economically and speeds up my bill repayment, thus it is worth trying again.
Saturday, July 17, 2004
My New Dress
This is the dress I wore to the wedding banquet. Sorry that I don't have better ones...
Nice? I mean my dress. Everyone said so. Know what, it costs only about $270!
Monday, July 12, 2004
Wedding Banquet I went to a friend's wedding banquet tonight. She's my schoolmate in Form 1 and we went to the same school for A-levels. She's Ida. We are not really close actually, yet we are not enemies at least. Her talkative personality may be the fact that we are still "friends". I used to be hated by schoolmates in my early forms - because of some sorts of false rumors. The cert-level school life became the darkest time in my life... Nevertheless, it passed. I bought a "porn" for her marriage besides the cash gift. I take it "porn" as there are naked photos in the book, "The Massage Book for Lovers". Can't imagine what she will look like when she unwrap it. I bought a nice dress for the banquet, too. A pink one with roses print, not tight yet not loose so that it doesn't reveal my tummy. It made me a very charming gal the night. It's because the all ladies, except the bridesmaid, dressed just too "normal". Their dress were so plain (and, of course, all of them are not kind of beautiful I was originally planned to sit with those cert-level schoolmates and some university friends of Ida. But, I finally got a seat on the table of my old classmates of the A-levels (and luckily be seated beside Mr. Green The banquet was a dull one. Photo section overran so that the feast was not started until 9. MCs were boring. You hardly, or merely can't, squeeze a drop of humor from them. Games were stupid and not enjoyable. I don't really fond of freak tricks but theirs were just uninteresting. Lucky that the food was good and "adequate". The banquet finished at 11. I had a crazy thought of having a banquet on the way home. If I'm to do this, I'm not being married or having any kind of celebration. It'll just a banquet for fun! We'll have the food, MCs and games just like a party. More than that, I want no one to pay for it! Of course, it's a freak dream in my mind. I could only do this with a big sum of lottery prize. I'll surely materialize the dream if I got the money. I really love eating!
). There were many young guests but most of them were boys (men, you may say). Three of our schoolmates in cert-level school, which is a girl one, came. One of them is OK and the other two were comment by some male friends that "old" and "ugly" 
. Other girls were just too "normal". Even the hosts didn't seemed dressed up, sigh. I'm not being pride myself on the appearance, there were just too few to be compared with. By the way, you'll know when I show you the photos (I'll post them here as soon as receiving it). 
, my most beloved one in my past 11 years. He's still different from all the others although we'll not go for another try, at least I won't.). Mr. Green and I were separated a bit as we sat on the either sides of the dishes serving-way. Yet, the distance just gave us a more clear and relaxed view of both other. It's odd to look at someone sitting close to you frequently, right? We just talked. And, I smiled to him (sillily) when we were not talking 
. I felt that he looked at me time by time when I was not talking to him because I did so when he turned to some other friends. I'd keep this fantasy though it could merely be my imagination.
Friday, July 09, 2004
How's my Tokyo trip?
"Oh, how's my Tokyo trip?" I asked myself. Oh, yes. I had been to Tokyo two weeks ago!
Mr. C just told me that part of the datas in his palm are not in text format, they are hense not readable in PCs... I wonder why he told me only a week after the trip! Besides, he can't even manage to send me any photo!
I have the feeling of "cooling down"...
Monday, July 05, 2004
Empty...?
It's been a long time I haven't been blogging here. Thanks, Eon, my good friend, who keeps visiting this blog.
There were many things to blogged in the past 10 days: a dream which I thought it carries messages, an 'adventure' in a resturant near home, ..., and most of all, my 5-days Tokyo trip. I've been to Tokyo between 25 and 29 June, however I haven't received any photos or agenda from Mr. C till now. I really don't want my memory be washed away. I don't want my passion for blogging blocked...
I'm going to tell a sad story about a friend of mine, Anna. Anna is not my friend actually, she's the mother of one of my piano students. I knew her after teaching her daughter for a few months. The first day I saw her daughter, Lok Lok, she together with her little brother, Long Long, were staying in her aunt's home. Their parents were unable to take care of them. Anna was suffering from cancer.
Living in auntie's home were not a nice experience although they are all kind of rich people. Their cousins (a girl and two boys, all a few years older than them) are weird. The word "weird" is used as there is no other adjective I could find better suits. They all do and behave upon their moods. They ask you to join their games when they are happy; get angry with you when they feel low. Yet, no one knows when and how their moods go, just cannot be traced! Long was too small to know anything. He listent and followed, or just walk away whenever he got sacked out from the games with his brain empty. Lok was much poorer. Being 6, she had the age to feel everything but don't have the power to fight them over. She wore a sad expression everytime I saw her.
Aunt's eldest daughter is of the most moodiest person I've ever met. She gets angry very easily. She's mad, I may say. She not only sacked Lok from their games, but throw out her belongings from the room (Lok stayed in her room at night.)! (I doubt she'd torn some of them.) I saw it once when I was going to their home, teaching the piano. Lok just cried and cried. No one was helping her, even her aunt. Although bias to boys, I hold her in my arms and let her cried on my shoulders - that's everything I could do. I had a thought of taking her home instead of letting her staying there to suffer.
Her aunt was not a nice person, as well. 'Mean' is all I knew a long time ago. But I feel comtempted to have known such a bitchy woman since I met Anna. She told me that Lok and Long were not well treated the days at aunt's home. They were no more than a servent (although they didn't have to work). Sometimes, their aunt just told them to sleep under the dinning table in the sitting room when her daughter got mad with them. (I guess they weren't fed properly, too.) Sorrow on her face when Anna told me these.
Few months later, Anna finished her treatment and back home from the hospital. The sad days ended. There are daddy, mummy and auntie maid in their warm sweet home.
Lok likes me very much (be may because of the "rescue") and so does Anna. Everytime I teach, she asks me to come to her home near supper time so that I can dine with them. One day, I started dinning at their home regularly till now. The family are so nice. I love them very much. I sometimes feel shame that I'm not a good teacher, I don't have the enough technique to explore Lok and Long's talents...
They are Christians. They thank God for letting Anna back home. They take the disease as a test from God, just like every Christian does. Anna thanks God for giving her everything: a husband, two children, nice friends ... and me, as a teacher and playmate of their children. While worrying her health, she face everything positively. She thinks God will plan everything for her. Anna is a very nice person.
I got a phone call Friday morning. It was Anna. "Do you think Lok could go on learning the piano? Do you think she's losing her manner when having lesson? Would she better stop it?" she asked, worryingly. "She wanted to stop the lessons." a thought popped up in mind. I tried to explain the situation that Lok has the talent and need more time to let her experience herself ... (and that's the truth) so as to stop her motive, to save my job, and most of all to save a lovely student whom I love very much. But, I felt "abnormal" as our conversation went on. "My indexes went in the wrong direction and I have to go to the hospital for an operation and some treatments ..." she sorbed. I knew that she was not calling to stop the lesson because of the fruitlessness. She wanted to stop because she can't get hold of their children during her stay at the hospital... Poor gal, has to face the disease again.
I told her everything that I thought it could comfort her, yet she just sorbed and sorbed, and thanked me for my kindness... If there's God, I really hope He is just giving her another test paper, a quiz better.