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I’ve decided that I will no longer care what gender* my future partner is, as long as they aren’t afraid of insects of most sizes, and are always willing to do something about it without teasing me while I cower in the corner. That’d not be Dad, by the way, as he was kind of pissed off when Mum woke him from his nap, to realise that the “thing” I was so scared of was only a little moth sitting in front of my door. Understandable, why Dad wasn’t happy, but I couldn’t help myself either.

And if I do decide to look for a partner in Hong Kong; judging from the number of girls who have a similar level of entomophobia like I do… I think I might just end up with a guy.

*Gender — or species, for that matter…

Hong Kong’s main language of communication is Cantonese, but it’s not uncommon that a native Hong Kong-er (yours truly, for example) mixes an English word or two into their daily Cantonese conversation. Some do it to show off; some do it mainly because they suck at expressing themselves entirely in their mother tongue. As much as a braggart I seem to be, it’s definitely the latter case for me… (and I am aware that I can’t really express myself in English, either).

The normal Hong Konger usually says “wei” when they pick up the phone, but some just like to say “hello”, er, to be creative? I’m rather surprised, though, that most of those who said “hello” didn’t actually expect the person on the other end to reply in English. The following happens quite frequently when I call people…

someone picks up the phone
Me: 喂? (Sounds like “wei”)
Person: Hello?
Me: May I speak to so-and-so, please?
Person: … (awkward silence) Wait.
person puts down phone
(whispers in Cantonese, confused, possibly frowning): She… speaks English…

Darling, if only you said “wei” instead of “hello”.

In other news, oh boy am I inspired to make a new (but not necessarily better) layout for the domain. Everything’s already here *taps head*, now let’s see if I could squeeze the time needed to put the idea into graphics and codes into my tight schedule of eating, sleeping, reading, drawing, prospectus-flipping*, porno-watching, etc. that I (have to) do every day.

*I should really write an entry on this.

Friend: Did you see the new character on “皆大歡喜”?
Vickie: The one played by 馬浚偉 (Steven Ma)? Yes, what about him?
Friend: The two of you are really alike.
Vickie: Alike? How so?
Friend: You know, you’re stuck up, selfish and stupid juuust like the character.
Vickie: ……
Friend: Haha
Vickie: Fuck off

There’s something I’ve never guessed, never realised, would have never thought of, living 19 years of my life so far, until today…

I was walking to the train station after school with two of my closer guy classmates, when one of them felt the urge to relief himself. As we’re walking to the washrooms, they randomly told me that the male washroom was renovated, and was no longer having the “central system”.

“Central system?” I asked.

And then, there, after 19 years of ignorance, I learnt, shockingly, that guys don’t always get their own urinal in a public washroom. Not always in Hong Kong anyway.

Huh? They (sometimes) have to share a huge urinal with all the other men? There’ll (sometimes) be a “waterfall” on the wall in front of them if they go into public washrooms like that? What?!

I’ve never understood how guys could just unzip and do their business in front of everybody in the first place. And oftentimes, as a girl, I already feel uncomfortable knowing that the other female (supposedly) next stalls would be able to hear what I’m doing when I’m fulfilling my biological needs.

Sharing a “urinal”…?!

Some day when I cut my hair short, I’ll spare a day and visit all the cleaner male restrooms around Hong Kong to prove my interesting discovery. When, one day, I also get my hands on one of those spiffy male urinal thingies (for medical purpose), I might also try emptying my bladder like most guys do daily.

Oh what the hell. I’ll pee, piss, and urinate like most guys do. (Google me, pervs!)

What you see from the news:
The Hong Kong Stadium can accommodate a maximum of 46,000 spectators depending on the event configuration. 40,000 are situated in the stands and an additional temporary 6,000 can be located on the field area.

What you don’t:
There was a giant bee hive at the back of the stadium.

What you do:
Figo scored, and Ronaldo scored, then Wang Peng scored, then Ronaldo again, and Raul, and Li Yao scored!

What you don’t:
Six people got stung by the bees.

What you do:
Spanish giants Real Madrid tasted its third victory in Asia tour 2003 by defeating Hong Kong 4-2.

What you don’t:
A girl who got stung was in shock and was sent to the hospital.