Shabbat shalom.
It's normal for children to have imaginary friends. And so believe, bogeyman are 'abandoned' imaginary best friend. That's what my cousin Abigail told me. or maybe it's from a Disney movie? Don't Look Under The Bed I think? Or maybe both. How about adult with imaginary friend? That Day-O...
I have 2 imaginary friends. Yes! have as in present tense. And I'm 27. One is Ben and the other Carlos. Actually, my imaginary friends are not as clear as most think or as movie depicts. I can't describe them physically. Although I can't 'see' them, I can feel their presence. They help me with puns which keep me laughing, they played in the car backseat when I'm driving (imagine Alanis' Ironic video clip). They are present only when I am alone. I even have an imaginary pet. Actually, it's my late dog, not exactly my dog, but I fed, bathe and walked the dog. He was a good hiking companion. He's dead but I had good memories together. Denial, maybe but I'm not crazy.
So one day, my mother caught me talking by myself. This freaks her out. I mean, I'm the craziest one and I used to see a psychiatrist (for my PTSD, ok) She really freaked out. Come on... I even talk in my sleep. And I talk every time. I'm just talkative. Because I'm a Libra.
Some said, adult with imaginary friends are creative, some says it's a manifestation of depression. Well, there's a thin line between creativity and craziness. van Gogh, Munch to name a few. We 'so-called crazy' people colour the normal black and white world. Without crazy people, the world is just a mundane place. So be thankful to us.
Don't Look Under The Bed
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don%27t_Look_Under_the_Bed
Day-O
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day-O_%28film%29
Ironic by Alanis Morissette
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jne9t8sHpUc
Just to back up that we Libra talk too much, or you can ask any Astrologer...
http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20131007093809AA6EmqI
Showing posts with label pondering. Show all posts
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Friday, 21 November 2014
Friday, 14 November 2014
Catch me if you can
In my life I have accidentally fool a lot of people. I say accidentally as human like to assume and hold to their assumption religiously. Well kinda like the title's namesake, but less malicious.
The first incident I could remember is in college. In college, I took Biology as my core subject. There are also Physics and Accounting. So basically, one can classify a student as biology major or physics major or economy/accounting major. In our second semester, every students are required to do a research for English class. For the research, one have to do/distribute their questionnaire. For the sample, one have to distribute the questionnaire according to the percentage of students. Overall distribution of student is roughly, 40% Biology, 40% Physics and 20% Economics. So our sample should represent these figure. Say if one group is to have 100 samples, 40 questionnaires are to be answered by Biology students, 40 for Physics and 20 questionnaires to Economics student. Finding an Economic respondent is quite hard.
So one fine day, I was sitting in the library to cool myself down. That is the only facilities on the campus with conditioned air. While waiting, I read a book on Marketing. Typical Asian students would not read something outside their scope of study. I can say, I am the unconventional one. The library is also a good place to find respondents. A few minutes after lazing myself in the library, A cute girl asked me. "Excuse me? Can you spare some time to answer our questionnaire?" I agreed. After I completed the questionnaire, I marked 'Biology' in the Major section.
Upon seeing this, the girls thought that I was pulling their leg. "I think you tick the wrong box, I assume you're an accounting student. Never mind, we'll correct it latter". Apparently, they have enough Biology and Physics respondent and need to find about 30 Economics respondent. "No, I am a Biology major. You can look into my student's ID if you are still doubtful? Science students ID starts with 'S' while Accounting starts with an 'A'. "Oh sorry, we thought you are Economics major since you are reading Marketing book." I felt sorry for them too. They have wasted 1 set of questionnaire and their time. They should have asked me earlier.
Second incident is during an Expo. It is an expo to showcase houses. As always, my arsenal when attending an expo is to dress Business casual. One house design attracted me. It's a 2 and 1/2 storey semi detached house model. With wet and dry kitchen, 2 Master bedrooms and 3 bedrooms. All with en suite bathroom. 2 rooms shared a bathroom. It's called a Jack and Jill bathroom. The house also features clerestory windows for natural lighting and ventilation. The clerestory window suits the butterfly roof. After hearing 'butterfly roof', 'clerestory window' and 'Jack and Jill bathroom', the sales rep start to react coldly. Apparently, she thought that I am an Architect, working for another architecture firm and trying to 'steal' their ideas. I wish I am an Architect... too bad I am not. My knowledge is from reading hundreds of Architecture Digest magazine, Australian House and Gardens, Better Homes and Gardens and other architecture magazine.
The third memorable incident happens in a shipyard. It was during our school trip for our Occupational Health class. First, the shipwright asked the whole class what is a shaft. I'm not that good in explaining things so I made a gesture of propellers with my fingers and cover my forearm with another hand. I meant to say, a shaft is the thing to transmit power from engine (my body) to the propeller (my finger). The shipwright misunderstood my gesture, he said "No, that's the propeller". And the he asked what is a dry dock. "It's dry... " I said. The shipwright then asked the whole class "How to keep the dock dry?"... "Cofferdam!!!" was my replied. "But that dry dock has no cofferdam, Instead the ship has to be pulled to a ramp to expose the hull". He's amazed. Then we went into a tugboat. "Ahoy!!! Can we go up the bridge. On the bridge, I pointed "Is that the sonar? Cool. What is that monitor on our starboard? So the pilot sits here, port" and my 101 questions. Then I asked the shipwright, where is the galley (kitchen), the head (toilet) and the crew's berth (bedroom). If you're into microhomes, you should see the tugboat layout. It optimizes the space. Then, the shipwright gave me a personal tour. And asked me, if my family is in shipping business. Oh I wish I am one of the Onassis family. With nice Greek nose, handsome facial features... and money to burn. "No, my family is not that rich...". After the tour, I met with some welders. I cried in exclamation " IS THAT A PLASMA CUTTER? COOL! HOW MUCH IS ONE?" That amuses my colleague and the driver. An one of the driver jokingly told the class "I think we should leave him here... Maybe in his past life, he works in a shipyard"
That is why, I value my general knowledge. You can share them with strangers. It can be used to break ice if you're talking to someone new. And exchanging ideas is fun. It is also a good tool to flirt. Well, that's how Barney Stintson flirts with girls, except his information is fake. Or kinda like Ted Mosby's modus operandi for hooking up with new girl. Except, he is boring. Wait! Am I like Ted Mosby? Nevermind. I am not into the dating pool anyway.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catch_Me_If_You_Can
The first incident I could remember is in college. In college, I took Biology as my core subject. There are also Physics and Accounting. So basically, one can classify a student as biology major or physics major or economy/accounting major. In our second semester, every students are required to do a research for English class. For the research, one have to do/distribute their questionnaire. For the sample, one have to distribute the questionnaire according to the percentage of students. Overall distribution of student is roughly, 40% Biology, 40% Physics and 20% Economics. So our sample should represent these figure. Say if one group is to have 100 samples, 40 questionnaires are to be answered by Biology students, 40 for Physics and 20 questionnaires to Economics student. Finding an Economic respondent is quite hard.
So one fine day, I was sitting in the library to cool myself down. That is the only facilities on the campus with conditioned air. While waiting, I read a book on Marketing. Typical Asian students would not read something outside their scope of study. I can say, I am the unconventional one. The library is also a good place to find respondents. A few minutes after lazing myself in the library, A cute girl asked me. "Excuse me? Can you spare some time to answer our questionnaire?" I agreed. After I completed the questionnaire, I marked 'Biology' in the Major section.
Upon seeing this, the girls thought that I was pulling their leg. "I think you tick the wrong box, I assume you're an accounting student. Never mind, we'll correct it latter". Apparently, they have enough Biology and Physics respondent and need to find about 30 Economics respondent. "No, I am a Biology major. You can look into my student's ID if you are still doubtful? Science students ID starts with 'S' while Accounting starts with an 'A'. "Oh sorry, we thought you are Economics major since you are reading Marketing book." I felt sorry for them too. They have wasted 1 set of questionnaire and their time. They should have asked me earlier.
Second incident is during an Expo. It is an expo to showcase houses. As always, my arsenal when attending an expo is to dress Business casual. One house design attracted me. It's a 2 and 1/2 storey semi detached house model. With wet and dry kitchen, 2 Master bedrooms and 3 bedrooms. All with en suite bathroom. 2 rooms shared a bathroom. It's called a Jack and Jill bathroom. The house also features clerestory windows for natural lighting and ventilation. The clerestory window suits the butterfly roof. After hearing 'butterfly roof', 'clerestory window' and 'Jack and Jill bathroom', the sales rep start to react coldly. Apparently, she thought that I am an Architect, working for another architecture firm and trying to 'steal' their ideas. I wish I am an Architect... too bad I am not. My knowledge is from reading hundreds of Architecture Digest magazine, Australian House and Gardens, Better Homes and Gardens and other architecture magazine.
The third memorable incident happens in a shipyard. It was during our school trip for our Occupational Health class. First, the shipwright asked the whole class what is a shaft. I'm not that good in explaining things so I made a gesture of propellers with my fingers and cover my forearm with another hand. I meant to say, a shaft is the thing to transmit power from engine (my body) to the propeller (my finger). The shipwright misunderstood my gesture, he said "No, that's the propeller". And the he asked what is a dry dock. "It's dry... " I said. The shipwright then asked the whole class "How to keep the dock dry?"... "Cofferdam!!!" was my replied. "But that dry dock has no cofferdam, Instead the ship has to be pulled to a ramp to expose the hull". He's amazed. Then we went into a tugboat. "Ahoy!!! Can we go up the bridge. On the bridge, I pointed "Is that the sonar? Cool. What is that monitor on our starboard? So the pilot sits here, port" and my 101 questions. Then I asked the shipwright, where is the galley (kitchen), the head (toilet) and the crew's berth (bedroom). If you're into microhomes, you should see the tugboat layout. It optimizes the space. Then, the shipwright gave me a personal tour. And asked me, if my family is in shipping business. Oh I wish I am one of the Onassis family. With nice Greek nose, handsome facial features... and money to burn. "No, my family is not that rich...". After the tour, I met with some welders. I cried in exclamation " IS THAT A PLASMA CUTTER? COOL! HOW MUCH IS ONE?" That amuses my colleague and the driver. An one of the driver jokingly told the class "I think we should leave him here... Maybe in his past life, he works in a shipyard"
That is why, I value my general knowledge. You can share them with strangers. It can be used to break ice if you're talking to someone new. And exchanging ideas is fun. It is also a good tool to flirt. Well, that's how Barney Stintson flirts with girls, except his information is fake. Or kinda like Ted Mosby's modus operandi for hooking up with new girl. Except, he is boring. Wait! Am I like Ted Mosby? Nevermind. I am not into the dating pool anyway.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catch_Me_If_You_Can
Selfie while......... donating blood?
Apparently, you can 'selfie' everywhere... grave yard, in the car while driving, diving, on a long flight, everywhere. You can also do it while you're dressed, in the dressing room or in your birthday suit. The possibilities are endless. Anywhere, wearing anything, all the time, you name it.
So after getting the key to my 'Alfa Romeo', I went to the blood bank in Canada*. While donating blood, my seatmate or cubicle-mate did a selfie. Do you really need to tell the word how you lose 1 pint of blood? Or as an evidence for your leave. (Yup, one can take a half day off after donating blood in this region... not sure about the real Canada though...) Funny thing people do here.
Donating blood is another story. I am naturally talkative. So it's my second nature to chit-chatting with salesperson or a seatmate. I can be a nightmare. It's my way of exchanging ideas. I'm not really an extrovert. So imagine if I were to be a doctor. I'll be the big mouth one. Not sharing gossip, sharing ideas. That is why I always exceed the time limit for viva voce examination.
See, one paragraph just to tell you that I am talkative. Back to the story, the doctor, a pathologist, needs to interview me. I lost my booklet, so it is a routine procedure. Furthermore, I never donated a drop of blood in this Canada. I intercepted, most of her question, and sound to be knowledgeable in the medical field. So she asked me what did I study. I lied. "Business" I replied. "I just read a lot of Wikipedia". Lying on a Friday?
Then come to the procedure, the lab technician also asked the same thing after I told him, "This vein is prominent, but it's darker. You can just blind poke it... no wait, you can blind poke for venepuncture, it's small bore needle. Ok just do your job. How many G is the red hypodermic needle again? I can't remember". I accidentally let the cat out of the bag. And I got the reaction I dread most. I told him, I'm actually in my final year before I got 'kicked out'. "Why?" actually it's "WHY?"... he is friendly though. We share our experiences of studying in the big city. He studied 10 miles away from my former faculty. Then, we talked about Jackie Chan because Jackie Chan movie is playing on the telly.
And yes, I have a new booklet. Yay. Although at first I was nervous, it's a new place and new people, new environment. I got desensitized in just half an hour. Thank you, for making me at ease. And apparently, I am the first donor today in the blood bank. Yay! They thank me for breaking the jinx.
Ok that's for now. Quebec Alfa Romeo is still dirty. Ughhhh.
*Canada is just a nickname. It's somewhere over the................................... arc en ciel, not the real Canada.
p/s my sister called me while I type this post. She asked me which rice to buy... I should open a helpline.
So after getting the key to my 'Alfa Romeo', I went to the blood bank in Canada*. While donating blood, my seatmate or cubicle-mate did a selfie. Do you really need to tell the word how you lose 1 pint of blood? Or as an evidence for your leave. (Yup, one can take a half day off after donating blood in this region... not sure about the real Canada though...) Funny thing people do here.
Donating blood is another story. I am naturally talkative. So it's my second nature to chit-chatting with salesperson or a seatmate. I can be a nightmare. It's my way of exchanging ideas. I'm not really an extrovert. So imagine if I were to be a doctor. I'll be the big mouth one. Not sharing gossip, sharing ideas. That is why I always exceed the time limit for viva voce examination.
See, one paragraph just to tell you that I am talkative. Back to the story, the doctor, a pathologist, needs to interview me. I lost my booklet, so it is a routine procedure. Furthermore, I never donated a drop of blood in this Canada. I intercepted, most of her question, and sound to be knowledgeable in the medical field. So she asked me what did I study. I lied. "Business" I replied. "I just read a lot of Wikipedia". Lying on a Friday?
Then come to the procedure, the lab technician also asked the same thing after I told him, "This vein is prominent, but it's darker. You can just blind poke it... no wait, you can blind poke for venepuncture, it's small bore needle. Ok just do your job. How many G is the red hypodermic needle again? I can't remember". I accidentally let the cat out of the bag. And I got the reaction I dread most. I told him, I'm actually in my final year before I got 'kicked out'. "Why?" actually it's "WHY?"... he is friendly though. We share our experiences of studying in the big city. He studied 10 miles away from my former faculty. Then, we talked about Jackie Chan because Jackie Chan movie is playing on the telly.
And yes, I have a new booklet. Yay. Although at first I was nervous, it's a new place and new people, new environment. I got desensitized in just half an hour. Thank you, for making me at ease. And apparently, I am the first donor today in the blood bank. Yay! They thank me for breaking the jinx.
Ok that's for now. Quebec Alfa Romeo is still dirty. Ughhhh.
*Canada is just a nickname. It's somewhere over the................................... arc en ciel, not the real Canada.
p/s my sister called me while I type this post. She asked me which rice to buy... I should open a helpline.
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Fitness... the evolution...
Nowadays, one can hardly miss fitness centre or gym in major cities. Even in smaller towns, fitness centres are everywhere. This is contrast with 10 years ago. I've been reading fitness magazine since 2002. Back then. I was just a fat geeky boy. I hope by reading fitness magazine, it would motivate me to a better physique. Imagine those buff beach boys in speedos or board shorts. With washboards abs where one can grate cheese. Pecs nicely form like a slab of steak. Biceps, big enough to carry sexy girls. Yup, back then, one can get orgasm just by looking at the cover of fitness magazine. Models posing, men women alike, they are just sexy. An ugly, out of shape lad can get his eyes turn green from envy. Or lusting to have those hard, ripped body no one can't resist.
So after finishing my O-level (equivalent), my cousin, Abigail and I bought some fitness equipment. The first equipment is 2 pair of dumbbells, 3 kgs and 4 kgs and a Kettler spring rower. We are still learning how to drive so we went to the town by bus. Imagine carrying 14 kgs of dumbbells in a bus during peak hours. I still keep the 4 kgs dumbbells. I gave the 3 kgs to a friend and the spring rower is nowhere to be found although I'll be glad if I know where it is. I miss those things.
Back then gym membership is usually exclusive to bodybuilders or rich gym rats. So with those equipment, we started to exercise. I manage to lose weight but not so much. Metrosexualism is still hot back then.
I like my dumbbells so much, I bring them along to college in 2005. At the college, I was looking for some 'gym buddies' but most of the boys are more into playing sports like football/soccer or well, football. Thanks to all the top football players, everybody has a football fever. Everybody wants to be a Ronaldo or a Beckham or a Totti. However some are into pumping irons. So my dorm is an unofficial gym. At least 5 boys would play with my stuffs. And I accidentally, turn one into a Hulk. Wow! it's unfathomable that me, a fat boy inspire somebody into fitness.
A friend of mine had a unique way to tone her abs. By lying down, and putting dumbbells on her abs. That taking 'pumping iron' too literal. By the way, she is now a seriously into fitness.
Sometimes, dumbbells are not enough. So my friend and I tried improvising a pulley machine. We tired a 15 kgs fire extinguisher with a skipping rope and pass the rope through the transom and pull the rope from the other side. Pretty clever eh?
In the University, I got busier and had no time to exercise. There's a gym next to the faculty, but my friend and I got intimidated by the buff, state bodybuilder. Reflecting back, why are we so afraid of bodybuilders. Maybe if we keep our fear and ego aside, we would be the one representing our state in bodybuilding or at least power lifting.
Looking back, becoming fit nowadays is easier than before with the proliferation of fitness centre, cheaper membership and more potential gym buddy and everybody is doing it.
Now my favourite gym equipment is a Swiss ball, dumbbells and resistance band. But I wish I can buy myself a rowing machine.
So after finishing my O-level (equivalent), my cousin, Abigail and I bought some fitness equipment. The first equipment is 2 pair of dumbbells, 3 kgs and 4 kgs and a Kettler spring rower. We are still learning how to drive so we went to the town by bus. Imagine carrying 14 kgs of dumbbells in a bus during peak hours. I still keep the 4 kgs dumbbells. I gave the 3 kgs to a friend and the spring rower is nowhere to be found although I'll be glad if I know where it is. I miss those things.
Back then gym membership is usually exclusive to bodybuilders or rich gym rats. So with those equipment, we started to exercise. I manage to lose weight but not so much. Metrosexualism is still hot back then.
I like my dumbbells so much, I bring them along to college in 2005. At the college, I was looking for some 'gym buddies' but most of the boys are more into playing sports like football/soccer or well, football. Thanks to all the top football players, everybody has a football fever. Everybody wants to be a Ronaldo or a Beckham or a Totti. However some are into pumping irons. So my dorm is an unofficial gym. At least 5 boys would play with my stuffs. And I accidentally, turn one into a Hulk. Wow! it's unfathomable that me, a fat boy inspire somebody into fitness.
A friend of mine had a unique way to tone her abs. By lying down, and putting dumbbells on her abs. That taking 'pumping iron' too literal. By the way, she is now a seriously into fitness.
Sometimes, dumbbells are not enough. So my friend and I tried improvising a pulley machine. We tired a 15 kgs fire extinguisher with a skipping rope and pass the rope through the transom and pull the rope from the other side. Pretty clever eh?
In the University, I got busier and had no time to exercise. There's a gym next to the faculty, but my friend and I got intimidated by the buff, state bodybuilder. Reflecting back, why are we so afraid of bodybuilders. Maybe if we keep our fear and ego aside, we would be the one representing our state in bodybuilding or at least power lifting.
Looking back, becoming fit nowadays is easier than before with the proliferation of fitness centre, cheaper membership and more potential gym buddy and everybody is doing it.
Now my favourite gym equipment is a Swiss ball, dumbbells and resistance band. But I wish I can buy myself a rowing machine.
Thursday, 6 November 2014
Oh my English! (is it considered double standard?)
Now I am at the Ford auto dealer to service my mother's car. It will take approximately 2 hours to service the car. As usual, when dealing with the front desk/sales rep/cashier I initiate the conversation in English. Not that I am a snob, it's my second nature to speak English in an 'air-conditioned establishment' like hotels, supermarkets or offices. I'm conditioned like a Pavlov dog in any air-conditioned building... how is that for today's pun?
Earlier, I test drive the new Ford car, Ford Eco Sport. It's a mini SUV. Officially, that's the first automatic car I drive in here... All this while I drive manual car here and automatic in the capital city. It's like driving a sedan car. Key-less entry, sun-roof. Wow! So I drive to the nearest drive-thru McDonald's as the sales rep accompanying haven had his breakfast. Poor him. I wish my best friend is with me. The last time I really test-drive a car was with my best friend. We drove a BMW. So, no, I am not a test drive virgin.
Upon reaching the sales centre cum service centre/ car dealer. The receptionist needs to verify something with me. As I initiated the conversation in English earlier, she asked me: "Sir, these are the things that we need to change...." We continued our conversation in English until a mechanic entered the reception area. He's the one servicing my mother's car. He wants to confirm what needs to be changed. Speaking in our regional dialect. The receptionist got shocked as I spoke to the mechanic in our regional dialect. She kinda scolded me for not speaking our regional dialect because she struggled earlier. I speak in our regional dialect to most blue collared worker. (It is considered double standard to do such thing?)
Speaking English here can change other people's perception towards you. Some would treat you better i.e. white collared worker. Some would not be pleased, they would think of you as a snob i.e. blue collared worker. My primary reason why I speak English is to improve my English. As you can see, my English is not that perfect. As the adage goes, Practice makes perfect. It's a self improvement act. Not an act to show off superiority (as some might see)
I've been called a banana* in the past. With my Eastern Asian feature i.e. my hooded (slightly slit) eye, and my parentage. An 'auntie' called me banana* for trying hard to speak English, not Mandarin or Hokkien or Hakka... Honestly, despite my parentage, I only know a meager amount of Mandarin. Thanks to a year posting in a town by the river with high Chinese concentration. I only know my Yi kwai, liang kwai, pu yao, mei yo, and pu huis. As basic as that.
In this region, speaking in English is quite bothersome. However, I really admire the receptionist's effort to speak English. Her English is not that bad. She should keep on practicing her English. Kudos! I hope everyone here are comfortable when speaking English and take the opportunity to speak in everyday conversation. And by doing that, we can improve our English command.
p/s
As I said earlier, I don't speak perfect English. I don't speak RP/BBC English. But I tried and tried... and keep an open mind to criticism. Never give up when somebody correct you. Thank them.
English is not my first language. Nobody, even native speaker speaks English right after the come out of their mother's womb.
*banana = Chinese looking person who doesn't speak Chinese, trying hard to speak English. Not just speaking English, trying hard to be English (Ang mo)... Like banana, Yellow outside, white inside.
It's Native American/First Nation equivalent to Apple. Red outside, white inside.
Earlier, I test drive the new Ford car, Ford Eco Sport. It's a mini SUV. Officially, that's the first automatic car I drive in here... All this while I drive manual car here and automatic in the capital city. It's like driving a sedan car. Key-less entry, sun-roof. Wow! So I drive to the nearest drive-thru McDonald's as the sales rep accompanying haven had his breakfast. Poor him. I wish my best friend is with me. The last time I really test-drive a car was with my best friend. We drove a BMW. So, no, I am not a test drive virgin.
Upon reaching the sales centre cum service centre/ car dealer. The receptionist needs to verify something with me. As I initiated the conversation in English earlier, she asked me: "Sir, these are the things that we need to change...." We continued our conversation in English until a mechanic entered the reception area. He's the one servicing my mother's car. He wants to confirm what needs to be changed. Speaking in our regional dialect. The receptionist got shocked as I spoke to the mechanic in our regional dialect. She kinda scolded me for not speaking our regional dialect because she struggled earlier. I speak in our regional dialect to most blue collared worker. (It is considered double standard to do such thing?)
Speaking English here can change other people's perception towards you. Some would treat you better i.e. white collared worker. Some would not be pleased, they would think of you as a snob i.e. blue collared worker. My primary reason why I speak English is to improve my English. As you can see, my English is not that perfect. As the adage goes, Practice makes perfect. It's a self improvement act. Not an act to show off superiority (as some might see)
I've been called a banana* in the past. With my Eastern Asian feature i.e. my hooded (slightly slit) eye, and my parentage. An 'auntie' called me banana* for trying hard to speak English, not Mandarin or Hokkien or Hakka... Honestly, despite my parentage, I only know a meager amount of Mandarin. Thanks to a year posting in a town by the river with high Chinese concentration. I only know my Yi kwai, liang kwai, pu yao, mei yo, and pu huis. As basic as that.
In this region, speaking in English is quite bothersome. However, I really admire the receptionist's effort to speak English. Her English is not that bad. She should keep on practicing her English. Kudos! I hope everyone here are comfortable when speaking English and take the opportunity to speak in everyday conversation. And by doing that, we can improve our English command.
p/s
As I said earlier, I don't speak perfect English. I don't speak RP/BBC English. But I tried and tried... and keep an open mind to criticism. Never give up when somebody correct you. Thank them.
English is not my first language. Nobody, even native speaker speaks English right after the come out of their mother's womb.
*banana = Chinese looking person who doesn't speak Chinese, trying hard to speak English. Not just speaking English, trying hard to be English (Ang mo)... Like banana, Yellow outside, white inside.
It's Native American/First Nation equivalent to Apple. Red outside, white inside.
Wednesday, 29 October 2014
house husband and stat at home dad
When I was younger, I thought how easy it is to be a housewife, early morning prepare your family some breakfast, send your children to school, shop for groceries, watch telenovelas while cleaning the house, or other house chores. Fetch your kids, continue watching telenovelas while ironing, Prepare dinner, wait for your husband, sleep and .... I guess you can figure out the last part. Repeat. In Australia, even better. School starts late, ends in the afternoon. So you have more time for yourself such as mani-pedi.
I know I'll get some backlashes mainly from feminist. Hey, I know women are not slaves. It's actually kinda my dream job. Just ask my friend how often I ponder "If I were a girl". But, nope, I have no serious intention to go for gender reassignment. I like to be a man.
Can I be a house husband? Most Asians would not agree. Men are supposed to be the bread winner. Macho men don't do house works. What would your in-laws say?
I beg to differ. If I have a choice, I would rather be a stay at home dad. Not that, I am lazy to work. It's workplace makes me feeling anxious. My Chinese zodiac is Rabbit. And rabbits stay at home, keep their home tidy... home there home here... you can look it up. Yup, that me. One could say I believe too much in horoscope. But somehow, astrologic prediction can be true, or is it just a coincidence?
First, I like to cook. Just ask my friend... oh, you don't know my friends. Yup... cooking, trying new recipes and all that stuff. Just don't ask me to bake cake. My cake would 'collapse'... Imagine a big edible sinkhole, or an abandoned diamond mind in South Africa or Australia or Canada, whichever you prefer. My bestie likes my cooking... and she is not the kind who kiss asses. And her family have a catering business.
I like to clean the house. But not as much as cooking. This is what happen if you watch too much Martha Steward. Back in my university days, I would skip my 10 am class just to watch Martha Steward. Luckily, The show aired only on Wednesday and Thursday. Yup, as long as I have vacuum cleaner with steam cleaner, I okay. Bed making? Easy peasy. I can lift a queen-sized mattress with one hand.
Laundry? Hey, I'll let the washing machine do all the washing. I must admit, I don't like washing clothes. But I'm okay with ironing and folding clothes.
Gardening. Basic gardening skill. Cutting the lawn. Cleaning the pool? That is why men should be a stay at home dad. You don't have to hire the gardener or pool guy.
But the primary reason why I would rather be a stay at home dad is to spend time with my kids. I'm good with kids. Ask my nephews and nieces. Actually, they're my cousins once removed. I am their favourite uncle. I can help them with homework too.
Why fathers should spend more time with their children? Why father should actively participating in raising his children? There are lots of studies on benefit of having father raising his children. One if it is children have better EQ. I could relate to that. See, my father was seldom at home when I grew up. It's his job. I have more than average IQ, but I must admit my EQ is very low. It's hard growing up with absent father figure. Being the first son, I even harder. And one thing that I hate is my father's excuse of not becoming a good father. He said that he is not a good father because his father died when he was young. His excuse is he grew up fatherless... But it is not fair for me and my sibling. We have a father but our father is not a good father. Sorry Pa. That's what I think about you. You should have tried harder to spend more time with us, not just bickering and blaming us for the f***-ups.
So some might ask, how about babies. Can we handle babies. I don't know about other men, but I do know a lot more about babies than average Joes. I studied Paeds and hell yes. I even delived babies. More than 10 babies. It's a requirement to pass our OBS-GYN posting. I don't understand why men are afraid of babies. Only babies are afraid of babies. BABIES!
Other than that, I like about the idea of becoming a SAHD is it is a physical job. You don't just sit in front of the desk all time. It part of your workout. There are even workouts you can do with your children. Ask Andy McDermott, http://www.youtube.com/user/andymcd23 No wonder DILF are like hot buns. They are caring and HOT!
Is this my resume? or my dating profile? Not really. Just my take on Stay at home Dads.
Love and hugs and kisses
Me the HomeHomme* wannabe
*home (English) = a dwelling, a place to live, homme (French) = man. Pronounced as Om, just like the Indonesians
p/s If I were a SAHD, I have more time for blogging... keep reading my blogs ya?
I know I'll get some backlashes mainly from feminist. Hey, I know women are not slaves. It's actually kinda my dream job. Just ask my friend how often I ponder "If I were a girl". But, nope, I have no serious intention to go for gender reassignment. I like to be a man.
Can I be a house husband? Most Asians would not agree. Men are supposed to be the bread winner. Macho men don't do house works. What would your in-laws say?
I beg to differ. If I have a choice, I would rather be a stay at home dad. Not that, I am lazy to work. It's workplace makes me feeling anxious. My Chinese zodiac is Rabbit. And rabbits stay at home, keep their home tidy... home there home here... you can look it up. Yup, that me. One could say I believe too much in horoscope. But somehow, astrologic prediction can be true, or is it just a coincidence?
First, I like to cook. Just ask my friend... oh, you don't know my friends. Yup... cooking, trying new recipes and all that stuff. Just don't ask me to bake cake. My cake would 'collapse'... Imagine a big edible sinkhole, or an abandoned diamond mind in South Africa or Australia or Canada, whichever you prefer. My bestie likes my cooking... and she is not the kind who kiss asses. And her family have a catering business.
I like to clean the house. But not as much as cooking. This is what happen if you watch too much Martha Steward. Back in my university days, I would skip my 10 am class just to watch Martha Steward. Luckily, The show aired only on Wednesday and Thursday. Yup, as long as I have vacuum cleaner with steam cleaner, I okay. Bed making? Easy peasy. I can lift a queen-sized mattress with one hand.
Laundry? Hey, I'll let the washing machine do all the washing. I must admit, I don't like washing clothes. But I'm okay with ironing and folding clothes.
Gardening. Basic gardening skill. Cutting the lawn. Cleaning the pool? That is why men should be a stay at home dad. You don't have to hire the gardener or pool guy.
But the primary reason why I would rather be a stay at home dad is to spend time with my kids. I'm good with kids. Ask my nephews and nieces. Actually, they're my cousins once removed. I am their favourite uncle. I can help them with homework too.
Why fathers should spend more time with their children? Why father should actively participating in raising his children? There are lots of studies on benefit of having father raising his children. One if it is children have better EQ. I could relate to that. See, my father was seldom at home when I grew up. It's his job. I have more than average IQ, but I must admit my EQ is very low. It's hard growing up with absent father figure. Being the first son, I even harder. And one thing that I hate is my father's excuse of not becoming a good father. He said that he is not a good father because his father died when he was young. His excuse is he grew up fatherless... But it is not fair for me and my sibling. We have a father but our father is not a good father. Sorry Pa. That's what I think about you. You should have tried harder to spend more time with us, not just bickering and blaming us for the f***-ups.
So some might ask, how about babies. Can we handle babies. I don't know about other men, but I do know a lot more about babies than average Joes. I studied Paeds and hell yes. I even delived babies. More than 10 babies. It's a requirement to pass our OBS-GYN posting. I don't understand why men are afraid of babies. Only babies are afraid of babies. BABIES!
Other than that, I like about the idea of becoming a SAHD is it is a physical job. You don't just sit in front of the desk all time. It part of your workout. There are even workouts you can do with your children. Ask Andy McDermott, http://www.youtube.com/user/andymcd23 No wonder DILF are like hot buns. They are caring and HOT!
Is this my resume? or my dating profile? Not really. Just my take on Stay at home Dads.
Love and hugs and kisses
Me the HomeHomme* wannabe
*home (English) = a dwelling, a place to live, homme (French) = man. Pronounced as Om, just like the Indonesians
p/s If I were a SAHD, I have more time for blogging... keep reading my blogs ya?
Can you get malaria in Buenos Aires?
Hola chicas... eh! Hola amigo
Ever heard of malaria cases in the Argentine capital?
It's a rhetorical question, not a serious one. Just to provoke, or tease you readers. (is it a rhetorical question, someone enlighten me please)
Well, if I were a doctor specializing in public health, I would conduct a study on prevalence of malaria in Buenos Aires. If you get what I said, you're intelligent. If not, try translate those 2 words.
A friend of mine, my best friend is intelligent enough to understand albeit it took her some time to get what I said. (hey, am I condescending by saying intelligent enough, she is very intelligent actually, muy intelligent, how do you say intelligent in Spanish?)
A few months back, she had a guest from Argentina, she laughed to herself. That's one our inside jokes.
(still can't get it? feel free to comment... hey if any of you are in medical field, you can study the prevalence of malaria in Buenos Aires... who knows you'll win the Ig Nobel Price... and if you win, don't forget me eh?)
Amor y paz
el feo
Ever heard of malaria cases in the Argentine capital?
It's a rhetorical question, not a serious one. Just to provoke, or tease you readers. (is it a rhetorical question, someone enlighten me please)
Well, if I were a doctor specializing in public health, I would conduct a study on prevalence of malaria in Buenos Aires. If you get what I said, you're intelligent. If not, try translate those 2 words.
A friend of mine, my best friend is intelligent enough to understand albeit it took her some time to get what I said. (hey, am I condescending by saying intelligent enough, she is very intelligent actually, muy intelligent, how do you say intelligent in Spanish?)
A few months back, she had a guest from Argentina, she laughed to herself. That's one our inside jokes.
(still can't get it? feel free to comment... hey if any of you are in medical field, you can study the prevalence of malaria in Buenos Aires... who knows you'll win the Ig Nobel Price... and if you win, don't forget me eh?)
Amor y paz
el feo
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