you cannot please all.

Had a nice Facebook chat with Jenny tonight and she had some advice for me: "You can please one, but you cannot please everyone." Not going to try again, or at least that's what I'm telling myself for now.

I shall just continue enjoying the rest of my time here in Hong Kong. 

Why did I take such a long time to figure this one out? I mean, everything's really within my control. Right? ;)

ps. that's not me in the two pictures in case you're wondering; my cousin lah. 

(first) 'busiest' week in HK

First, and hopefully the last. 

I have two presentations this week, lots of reading to catch up on, and finally two more reflections for the NIE module that I promised the course coordinator that I'd write so as to miss out as little as possible while I'm here. For the first time in this exchange programme, I'm feeling slightly stressed out. Good for me, really!

Not.

Blah

good rabbit, bad rabbit?

有一種不祥的預感，這個兔年我的運程會很差，因爲犯了三大禁忌。

除夕夜，雖然我從印尼回來后和KH碰了面，還一起去逛花市，我卻既然忘記把欠他的200港幣還給他；欠錢過年，就是我犯的第一個禁忌。逛完花市，回到宿舍之後，因爲室友都沒有打掃房間的習慣，加上房間應該有好幾天沒人住了；到處都是塵埃，讓我覺得房間實在太髒了，所以我就忍不住在初一淩晨拿起掃把；狂命的打掃特掃，犯了第二個禁忌。大掃之後，我不由得流了一大把汗，弄得一身都是粘粘的；在沖涼房沖涼時，我便不管三七二十一，決定洗一個舒舒適適的熱水澡，連頭髮也一起洗；犯了第三個禁忌，好運應就這樣同洗了身子的污水一起流下沖涼房裏的小水溝。

我不是一個迷信的人，但是心裏頭還是因爲破了禁忌而感到不是很舒暢。有一點（就那麽一點而已啦！）覺得很慶幸自己現在不再新加坡，要不然一定會被媽媽罵得狗血淋頭。。。

兔年的運程到底會不會因爲我破了那麽多禁忌而爛透呢，讓我們遲暮以待吧！大家新年快樂！

sex-toy

I hope I'd made your heart skip a beat with the title.

Not in the best of moods still, but here's something funny to cheer myself (and you if you're sad too) up. While surfing tastefullyoffensive.com (website with the most awesome random bullshit) last night, I happened to chance upon an advertisement of a vibrator with the most unusual name I've ever seen. 

See.........

Okay lah, I admit was totally thinking about the sex-toy in my dirty little mind, and that's why I thought the name was strange in the first place. But seriously, why the hell would anyone want to spread salt on their vagina right?! I couldn't stop laughing to myself for a good whole 2 minutes after.

Then I decided to take a look at what this salt-spreading sex-toy looks like in pictures, so I clicked on the link. And waited for the page to load. 

And waited.

And finally...

CHEY!

Bluff one lor! 

On a side note though, I think products with the most wacky advertising names are the ones that attract the most clicks and views.

Things I don't understand

#1. I don't understand, why are people so reluctant to accept change; even if the changes are merely just a (temporary) permanent fixture of their lives and they'll even come up with ways to go around them.

#2. I don't understand, why people sign up for things that they end up complaining about, most of the time anyway. Do they really like to whine so much?

#3. I don't understand, why are we so self-centred; anything happening that is not to our advantage automatically renders the situation/person/subject-matter inefficient/stupid/sucky/etc - have we considered the factors that influence these happenings?

#4. I don't understand, why do we like to compare? And why is it that with most comparisons, we like to give ourselves much more credit than we actually deserve? What happened to being humble?

#5. I don't understand, why do we go into a language-specific learning class, and start translating whatever phrases that are given to us into another language when it doesn't really help in the learning of the afore-mentioned language.

#6. I don't understand, are smiles and silly but harmless gestures meant to be greeted with unfriendly glares?

#7. I don't understand, why do people like to use the words 'weird' and 'strange' instead of 'different'? Am I the only one who thinks there's a negative connotation to the former two?

#8. I don't understand, why do some people like to restrict or authorize the entry of new members into their cliques.

#9. I don't understand, why do people say one thing and mean another?

#10. I don't understand, does replying someone online depend on how much you like the person? Why do we wait for a reply for the longest time but nope, the other party's not even typing.

#11. I don't understand, why do people expect others to understand how they're feeling when they've yet to even try understanding others.

#12. I don't understand, why do people in love forget about their friends.

#13. I don't understand, why are people so judgmental? That said, I'm probably one of the most judgmental persons around because it takes a judgmental person to identify another one and I've identified a great deal of them around me.

#14. I don't understand, why can't some people just admit their mistakes or admit that they don't have the answer to a question? Why do other people who understand the concept of 'saving face' have to come up with ways to help 'save' another's face by dumbing down or pretending that you're totally clueless when you're not?

I feel so sad when I think about the answers to some of my questions; heading off to bed now, and I hope I'll stop thinking about these when I wake up later.

ps; maybe i can do a "things I understand" post for the next entry.

#2 My crush

I don't have a crush right now, so this post will be about the last one I had, slightly more than a year ago and I'll try to keep it as short as I can.

Not dropping any names here but, I bet you already know who I'm talking about, people who've seen me at my silliest 發花痴 period; I was a great source of my friends' entertainment - talking about it now makes me feel like digging a hole, so that I can just shove my face in there. *face-palm*

I digress.

Our first meeting was brief and most easily forgettable; lasted for all of 30 minutes and took place by the beach, along with maybe 10 other people and a dog. I'd totally forgotten about this encounter until our second meeting; during the school's CCA fair, and it was just as forgettable as the first. In all honesty, I'd only started remembering his existence after a darned (sweet) dream I had of us as a couple - arm in arm, strolling down some street while on holiday in some foreign land, both smiling and laughing out loud.

That wasn't the only dream I had of us; a few more came up and each of them was just as sweet as the first. I clung on to my dreams for as long (or short, depending on how you see it) as the semester lasted; we hung out for a fair bit during the semester since we were staying just a few blocks away from each other on campus; for evening jogs, supper sessions and even drives out of Singapore.

Somehow, with the dreams and friends' 'advice', I was silly/stupid enough to let myself believe that what we had between us would eventually develop into something more than just a platonic relationship in my naivety - that was obviously not going to happen. And during my infatuation, I suffered from a very serious case of 花痴 - symptoms included smiling to self as I had even the slightest thought about him, being in a constant daze thinking about the remotest possibilities of us getting together and constantly talking to my friends about him thus annoying them to no end.

Later in the same semester, I did not try sounding out how he felt towards us like my friends suggested, but I did quite a lot of facebook-stalking, and found out things that made me decide not to do it. Things are a little complicated and sensitive to be talked about here, so I'm skipping that part and moving onto the ending now.

We stopped contact (more or less) after the semester because he'd stopped staying on campus; and that was the end of it; no more hanging out and no more opportunities for my mind to wander. I stopped having mushy sweet dreams of us (but started having dreams of other people *ahem*) eventually, and that really sped up the moving on process a lot.

Very abrupt end to things, but that's usually how things in life progress; I'm sorry there's none of those climatic endings you see on telly. Anyhow, I believe the age limit to infatuations is 21 - so that's probably the last time you'll ever see my 發花痴 symptoms. Never again. Or maybe not until I start looking for my bacon a few years down the road. Aren't you gladdddd.

don't work too hard.

Awesome prof.

I chuckled so hard when I read the last line.