An unreachable world

I read through half of the book ‘Educating Alice’. Frankly, it is not a very overwhelming or exciting novel, but it gives me a soothing feeling. Yesterday I read about Alice’s Italy journey when I was in MTR train, the book had dragged me into her world. My mind kept imagining every little cafe and cathedral she was going through, and projecting an elegant lady who Alice met, with delicate curly hair fell over her shoulder, and shared about her experience in her growing place with Alice… Everything is extremely beautiful. I almost missed the station.

Books are my best friends; I usually hook my emotion to them. I share the joy and sadness of the characters. Every time when I dive into a story, I could forget who I am, it gives me a wonderful feeling!!

Do you have similar experience?

Dramatic life?!

When I look around, there are countless of stories happening around us. Everyone is having his/her unique story. Some are dramatic, others are much more stable, but most of all are very impressive. Every story consists of joy, conscience, hope, hatre, bitterness, jealousy and desperation, and all elements interlink with other individuals.

Through out our life, most of us strive for the best and involve in various competition when growing. We win and we lose, no one will be winner or loser forever. We always compare with others, we compete who is prettier, who is richer, who is more knowledgeable, who get lesser pounds, who get the better spouse, bigger house, flashier car...... However, when you look over your shoulder, you will say 'so what' to all of the competition you had participated.

Frankly, I am not yet inspired and reach the ultimate stage who Taoism suggested, I still keen on competiting and striving for the best. But, why don't we embrace the world and give ourselves a second to listen to this planet? To feel the taste of air?

BOOST MYSELF UP!!

Last week was pretty good! The reasons were:

The workload was not harsh, I could manage to cook three dinners.
I had tidied up my house, I swept the floor once every two days.
I practiced power yoga twice.
I met Jeff's and my family.
I read around 20 pages of ‘Educating Alice’, the new book I am reading about an adventurous journalist who traveled around the world to learn.
I made sweet soup for my husband.
Two friends visited us and we had a nice late night talk.
I had lunch with Lok Lok B and taught him said “I am spider man”.
I had BBQ with my lovely colleagues from 4pm to 9pm.

Wasn't it good? My life is full of blessing.
This week, I will have more work to do, work hard then I could play harder.

By the end of the day

There is a collective phrase my colleague are sharing, i.e. By the end of the day. Sometimes they mean it literally. e.g. 'Gloria, by the end of the day, please finish the proposal and send it to me...' or they mean it figuratively, e.g.'If you young executives are willing to dedicate to Market Research [and work 24 hours and 7 days], by the end of the day, you guys will be very successful as me.' From the view of linguistics, it is so fascinating. Even in such a small social system, we form our own language.

So, as I know that my friend Samantha Chic (fake name) is pissed off by Kelly Leon (fake name again), I wrote a song called 'By the end of the day' to express our sorrow and hope from our job, and I would like to dedicate this song to her.

BY THE END OF THE DAY By Glo L.

By the end of the day
I wanna sneak away
From this hell from this freezer
Flutter to the place of I am not afraid

By the end of the day
I can regain the gay
Run up to hill and swim down the lake
Waltz to malls in Causeway Bay

By the end of the day
By the end of the day
At least I get salary
And my rent and food can be paid

An ordinary day

I am having lunch with myself, in my cubicle, in front of the LCD monitor.

I enjoy this kind of bitterly lonely feeling, so carefree and can do whatever I want.

Today is just one of the normal days as usual, no big surprise, dive into the job.

Last night I met Lok Lok B, he spoke a lot to me but in fragmented sentences (he is a less than 3 years old little baby), he seemed to tell me something very important but I could not guess. May be I should take a short term course of Infant Language 1001.

My allergic skin is recovering, but two little red dots still hooked on my face.

My whole body is bloating, even the face, I can feel the water under my skin.

To be frank, I feel so annoying, do not know what the reason is, maybe the PMS plays tricks on me.

Maybe I could take a nap, I may feel better afterward.

relaxing weekend

The Easter holiday kicked off yesterday, I had a relaxing good rest.

On Thursday, I visited Dephne and her new born baby in hospital. When I looked at this little boy, I wanted to praise god's miracle, new life is extraordinary amazing, and I feel that mothers are the bravest in the world.

We stayed a night a Ville de Cascade, and then went back to our home yesterday morning, and we brought little Lok Lok B and Gima with us. I could tell Lok Lok enjoyed the time so much, we had lunch in a Japanese restaurant, and we ordered the Gil steam rice for him. After the lunch we stayed at home, Lok Lok watched the Disney 'Sing along Song' and played the pizza hut set toy, then mother-in-law picked him up around 4pm.

Jeff and I made the dinner together - creamy pumpkin soup and lamb ribs with vegetables. After the dinner, I practiced 1 hour yoga, and then went bed around 12.

Lovely!

Annual Dinner

We had a terribly great time yesterday night, the annual dinner is successful. The food, the ambience and all participants were great.

The party got into the climax when the dressing competition started. I dressed in Miss Bee costume and performed collecting pollen, but people supposed I was dancing.

It was really competitive because all opponents dressed in their best way. Judy, who dressed as McDonald even made her big red shoes. Finally, Sam won the Champion by her landlord-in-Kung-Fu-hustle costume and dedicated acting; Freddy was the 1nd runner-up, he was He-Man-in-his-disgusting-hot-pant-and orange-bob-head; and Wai was the third, he wore clown outfit and twisting balloon.

People were bursting into laugh all the time, including our bosses. It was so memorable!!