Colorful advertisements & notices pasted along the Hong Kong Street. Looking for jobs, rooms, loan services, lost pets, and all kinds of information you are able to find here.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Disordered Order
Colorful advertisements & notices pasted along the Hong Kong Street. Looking for jobs, rooms, loan services, lost pets, and all kinds of information you are able to find here.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Dont' get bitter, get better
This is an article written 12 years ago, an article dedicated to my dearest beloved father:
I used to consider myself a very fortunate person. I had a family who loved me, friends who cared for me and I was doing well in my studies and sports. I was contented and pleased with my life.
However all this soon came to an end when I was sent to Singapore to pursue my studies at the age of 13.
A completely new phase of my life started. I was bewildered, to say the least. The new environment seemed hostile to me. The people did not seem as amicable as my former friends and to make thing worse, I could not fully comprehend the English language my teachers were babbling in.
As time passed, nothing improved and I was no longer the confident, blithe girl I used to be. I felt I could not fit into the life of school in Singapore. I was ostracized and had no friends.
My family was no around to console me. I had no place to seek solace. I wallowed in self-pity. I hated my stern English teach; I detested my classmates; I even blamed my father for sending me to Singapore. After tolerating this situation for a few months, I returned to my hometown during my mind-year holiday.
I can still recall vividly how I handed my report to my father with quivering hands. My head sank in an effort to hide the shame. However he did not make any comment on the column of red marks. But his face clearly showed that he was very disappointed with my school performance.
The same evening, my family had planned to attend my grandmother’s birthday celebration. It was an annual even that mum made it a rule that everyone should attend.
But I did not want to go. I did not want to be questioned in front of my relatives on my failure and bad performance in school. So I cooked up an excuse that I was not feeling well. Mum was not happy about it and my brother added that I was just malingering to avoid embarrassment about my school result. This sarcasm felt like salt in my wounds, and I was so outraged and I just screamed and kicked him at his kneecap without any thought. And both of us ended in an fight.
My family was devastated! They had never expected an obedient girl like me to resort to violence. My father pointed his finger at me and said: “Don’t you dare to raise your voice to any one under this roof!” Then in a blanket of silence, they walked out the door. Once again, I was left alone.
I collapsed onto the sofa and cried. I didn’t know how long the crying continued till I heard persistent knows on the doors. I dragged myself to open the door, and saw my father stood on the doorstep with a packet of soup noodles in his hand. “I know you haven’t taken your dinner. Here it is.” He said softly.
Tears swelled uncontrollably again in my eyes. He pulled me to the sofa and patted my head. “I know these last few months have been hard in you. I don’t know whether I had made the right decision to send you to Singapore…” he faltered.
I was stunned, realizing that I had made this ever-confident man to doubt his decision and even worse, to feel guilty.
“But as you grow up,” my father continued “you have to overcome the obstacles that you will face. You cannot always live under the shelter of your family. I know that if you continue to live with us, to study here with your friends, you would definitely be complacent with life. Remember, life is never easy. When you face difficulties, you have to tell yourself, you either get bitter or better.”
His words still linger in my mind. They give me encouragement and hope to face whatever problems I encounter. Yes, my dear daddy, not only have beaten the bitterness, I have done much better than you expected.
I used to consider myself a very fortunate person. I had a family who loved me, friends who cared for me and I was doing well in my studies and sports. I was contented and pleased with my life.
However all this soon came to an end when I was sent to Singapore to pursue my studies at the age of 13.
A completely new phase of my life started. I was bewildered, to say the least. The new environment seemed hostile to me. The people did not seem as amicable as my former friends and to make thing worse, I could not fully comprehend the English language my teachers were babbling in.
As time passed, nothing improved and I was no longer the confident, blithe girl I used to be. I felt I could not fit into the life of school in Singapore. I was ostracized and had no friends.
My family was no around to console me. I had no place to seek solace. I wallowed in self-pity. I hated my stern English teach; I detested my classmates; I even blamed my father for sending me to Singapore. After tolerating this situation for a few months, I returned to my hometown during my mind-year holiday.
I can still recall vividly how I handed my report to my father with quivering hands. My head sank in an effort to hide the shame. However he did not make any comment on the column of red marks. But his face clearly showed that he was very disappointed with my school performance.
The same evening, my family had planned to attend my grandmother’s birthday celebration. It was an annual even that mum made it a rule that everyone should attend.
But I did not want to go. I did not want to be questioned in front of my relatives on my failure and bad performance in school. So I cooked up an excuse that I was not feeling well. Mum was not happy about it and my brother added that I was just malingering to avoid embarrassment about my school result. This sarcasm felt like salt in my wounds, and I was so outraged and I just screamed and kicked him at his kneecap without any thought. And both of us ended in an fight.
My family was devastated! They had never expected an obedient girl like me to resort to violence. My father pointed his finger at me and said: “Don’t you dare to raise your voice to any one under this roof!” Then in a blanket of silence, they walked out the door. Once again, I was left alone.
I collapsed onto the sofa and cried. I didn’t know how long the crying continued till I heard persistent knows on the doors. I dragged myself to open the door, and saw my father stood on the doorstep with a packet of soup noodles in his hand. “I know you haven’t taken your dinner. Here it is.” He said softly.
Tears swelled uncontrollably again in my eyes. He pulled me to the sofa and patted my head. “I know these last few months have been hard in you. I don’t know whether I had made the right decision to send you to Singapore…” he faltered.
I was stunned, realizing that I had made this ever-confident man to doubt his decision and even worse, to feel guilty.
“But as you grow up,” my father continued “you have to overcome the obstacles that you will face. You cannot always live under the shelter of your family. I know that if you continue to live with us, to study here with your friends, you would definitely be complacent with life. Remember, life is never easy. When you face difficulties, you have to tell yourself, you either get bitter or better.”
His words still linger in my mind. They give me encouragement and hope to face whatever problems I encounter. Yes, my dear daddy, not only have beaten the bitterness, I have done much better than you expected.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
一人一半
一个已婚男子，在外做工。他每天都会打电话给他老婆，跟她述说心事。但过了一些日子，老婆为了替丈夫省钱，便告诉他每当他打来时，听到电话马上被挂断，这便代表母子平安。
但日子一久，两人感情便淡了。两人便开始疏远。就这样，老公在外有了个女人。
有一天，老婆有急事找她丈夫，谁知道电话的另一端是个女人。妻子伤心难过，并要离婚。但老公心里还是深爱妻子，只是在外寂寞，做错了事。
于是，他便向他儿子述苦。儿子与他感情很好。他便问儿子如果他俩真的离婚，他会跟谁。父亲叹息地说：“如果你能分一半，该有多好！”
就这样，有一天老婆拨电来，告诉他儿子最近不对劲，在家一声也不吭。父亲听了很担心。连忙飞了回家。
他来到了学校找他儿子。当儿子见到父亲时，显得非常高兴，但又连忙转过了头不面对父亲。
爸爸问儿子为什么有这样的举动，儿子说：“你说你们要我的各一半，所以我只好把声音给你，身影给妈！”
Friday, December 22, 2006
Handholding
In my first year in University, there was a gang of us always hanging out together. Unknowingly, there was already love blossoming among us. However they did not know how to break the news to us. Maybe they found it pretty awkward to do so since we were just like buddies together.
During one of the class gathering, this guy all of a sudden pulled the girl to rush in front of the gang. Then they continued walking nonchalantly. Initially, we were bewildered. After a while, we realized that they were announcing to us ‘subtly’ that they were formally dating. All of us shouted with joy, and some of the naughty ones even trying to get to the bottom on the details on how they got started without us knowing it. The girl’s face was so blushing with embarrassment, however the guy was just grinning so happily ignoring the commotion being caused.
Recalling this sweet and lovely incident always bring back the memory in school life. To me, handholding signifies more than a form of promise, love and bonding to the other half; it also calls for the blessing around to celebrate their love together.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Confession of Pain
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
A father & 2 sons
A shot taken in a remote mountainous village in Nepal.
There is something about their eyes looking into you so innocently, yet conveying a sense of helplessness.
The father requested to take a look at our SLR camera (the so-called new technology to them though the camera was already 6 years old), while the sons just extended their hands to us for money (bad habit risen from the increasing tourism). We willingly handed over the camera to the father to view, though we did not give the kids money but sweets that we carried along the trekking journey. The kids did make some noise initially however still happily took the sweets, and even gave us a big smile upon receiving them.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
T-shirt & Diamond
CJ: Is there any implied meaning if a girl gives a T-shirt to the boyfriend?
EH: She is hinting to the boyfriend that it is time to give her a diamond ring.
CJ: The boyfriend will buy the diamond ring immediately to her.
EH: That is good! So what does it mean?
CJ: The boyfriend is telling the girl not to give any more T-shirt in future.
EH: She is hinting to the boyfriend that it is time to give her a diamond ring.
CJ: The boyfriend will buy the diamond ring immediately to her.
EH: That is good! So what does it mean?
CJ: The boyfriend is telling the girl not to give any more T-shirt in future.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Who is this little one?
So who is this little one?
My name is Yip Ning Enn, 叶宁 恩. With lots of love and hope, I am coming to this world today on 8 Dec 06.
I feel so strange and small when my ‘daddy’ and ‘mummy’ pick me up in their arms. Their faces are filled with amazement and happiness when their eyes on me. It seems that I am the one who all matters to them in the world.
So maybe this is what ‘love’ is about. I will take my time to see this world. So do not call me the little one, my name is 叶宁 恩.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The Nail Factor: Manicure & Pedicure!
All girls like manicure & pedicure! Other than the end product of having the fingernails and toe nails looking dressed up and pretty, it is the process of having the treatment that one enjoys most! Don’t you simply love the feeling of being immersed in a spa-like ambience, one can just relax and enjoy the peacefulness, while your hands and feet are being treated for various services, such as filing, polishing and painting.
But this isn’t the most memorable manicure and pedicure session I have. Instead, the one I had the most memorable (as well as the cheapest) of manicure and pedicure session happened in Kuta beach, Bali. My best friend and I was each being served by more than 5 ladies. We had our hair, both hands and both feet being served by different the Balinese ladies at the same, and the whole scenario just appeared to be so hilarious. Although the outcome of the treatment did not turn out as refined as the one we had in manicure spa(just look at the photos you would know), both of us did enjoy ourselves whole entire experience!
But this isn’t the most memorable manicure and pedicure session I have. Instead, the one I had the most memorable (as well as the cheapest) of manicure and pedicure session happened in Kuta beach, Bali. My best friend and I was each being served by more than 5 ladies. We had our hair, both hands and both feet being served by different the Balinese ladies at the same, and the whole scenario just appeared to be so hilarious. Although the outcome of the treatment did not turn out as refined as the one we had in manicure spa(just look at the photos you would know), both of us did enjoy ourselves whole entire experience!
Must give it a try if you go to Kuta Beach next time, and you would then understand what I am saying……
Monday, December 04, 2006
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