Old Ladies Dialogue
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Posted:Dec 16, 2005 3:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 5520 Views
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On a morning bus three old ladies, in their fifties and sixties, start a dialogue.
A: My domestic worker cleans fish thoroughly but then no fish flavor left.
B: Philippine domestic is more clean than Chinese peer.
C: Doesn't matter. To get along is more important.
A: Yes, some new riches think themselves as big boss.
B: No good. All ppl are equal.
A&C: yeah, yeah, no need to show that face.
B: yes, we all hv gone through from poor.
A: My travelled to Taiwan for business.
B: OHH! I forgot my soup materail. I soaked it to cook soup fr my . She often rides motor back fr soup.
B&C: Are you going back to make it?
A: No, i want to keep my credits. I promise to go massaging w/ u. Can put it later.
B: Yr attaches to you, good.
C: mmh, I like to learn making that thing fm the teacher. But no time fr me since my old guy got sick.
A: U can still make it w/ yr free time.
B: Yes. W/b very fun learning that thing.
C: How can I? Need to keep him company. He's in hospital. Tens of years together, already.
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Having gone through all the vicissitudes of life, it is still love for family that remains with them and substain them.
In another word, what they spend lifelong time observing, and taking care of, is, still, LOVE.
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Ai, Long Time No See and A Gala of Malaysian Movies
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Posted:Dec 12, 2005 1:48 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 4910 Views
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Yes.
Last night I spent watching Malaysian movies from 9:30pm to 3am. It was cold yet warm. The charming director, a Malay who has a Chinese husband, was with us.
Actually, this was the last night of a Sing-Ma-Thai independent movie festival. After the 9:30pm movie "Sepet" finished at 11pm something, a talk was held until 12pm. The lovely director offered us a world premiere for her new movie (which is a continuation of the first one), without letting her boss know. Audience became exited.
But was it too late? No, no, let's go on the wonderful feast. A raise-hand voted consent. Then the director was ridden back to hotel to bring the copy, the precious premiere!
I like her movies, a crossover Malay and Chinese culture, society, deep topic through light, joyful depiction, musical, poemtic, colorful. Most of all, very realistic, honest, hearted feelings. Amazingly, for such wonderful movies involving complicated storyline, her budget for one is USD20,000+, shooting time 12 days.
Her movies talk about a never fading word "LOVE". No matter you are Malay, Chinese or whatever national, you will like her and her works.
Be honest to your heart - Yasmin Ahmad.
Pls remember this phrase and this name.
(I made up for my sleep the next morning, compromising 4 hr's work, am I not honest?)
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Early to wed may make marriage happy
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Posted:Nov 18, 2005 1:03 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 5854 Views
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Survey says.
Nowadays people are waiting longer to get married, but they shouldn't wait too long: The odds for a happy marriage may favor those who tie the knot between the ages of 23 and 27, says a survey out Thursday.
Findings shouldn't create panic among those approaching 30 or even more, the surveyor says. "Those marriages turned out better but maybe not because of the age," he says. "Some people may be just too picky or too choosy or not extremely desirable."
Other researchers worry that the findings, may alarm those unattached and marriage-minded.
"The last thing you want is to have them take this as a rule," says Stephanie Coontz, a professor of history and family studies at Evergreen State College in Olympia, Wash. "If you're in a good relationship and if you want to marry, there's no reason to postpone it."
Andrew Cherlin, a professor of sociology and public policy at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, says marrying too young or too old carries a greater risk of divorce. But now, "as people wait longer and longer to marry, the definition of what's too old keeps changing."
"In the 1950s, 28 was really old to get married. Now it's not so old, which means there are more unmarried people for a 28-year-old to choose from," he says.
Frank Furstenberg, a sociology professor at the University of Pennsylvania, says the times are so different that past assumptions should be rejected. "The dregs in 1960 may have been people marrying in their late 20s and early 30s," he says. "That isn't true today."
-----Adapted fm USA Today
Yea, what do you think? I have good examples from friends and family. Those couple who married early in between 23-27 really prove to have more successful, happy life both in career and marriage. Those wanderers still wander in the bush. All status keeps the same and there is no notable improvement (incl. myself, ho-hum).
But ….But….
What’s your say?
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the Lonely Mouse Catcher Boy in the Field
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Posted:Nov 12, 2005 4:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2006 9:02 pm 5808 Views
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We saw him, a boy about 8 years old sitting in the field, by a battery box, wires spreading around, an iron mesh cage next by a bread in a plastic bag .
"Is he a homeless boy? Is this all his stuff?" we wondered.
"Hey, boy, how are you doing here?"
"I am catching the mice."the boy stared at us disapprovingly, not happy that we disturbed him.
"eh?"
"Be careful don't touch the wires, electricity." he uttered.
We looked at the small wires hidden around the grasses under a big tree, "you are small but you know much."
The boy turned his eys, "my father knows. he is inside the bush."
Oh. "then, how many mices you catch each time you do it?"
"2-3." he repied quietly.
We thought the current in the wires from the battery box is not strong enough to knock down the mouse. And, there was no food trap, how can the mouse be trapped in? We noticed the boy had a iron stick there.
"Do you beat the mouse by this stick? How can you beat them down?"
"No.The wires will do."very short answer.
"You have no food for the mice, they won't come. Why not give them some bread?"
"No, the bread is for me. The mouse will pass by."he insisted by his professional experience.
"You catch the mice for what?"
"My Papa will sell them to the restaurants in town."he was straight.
"how much each?"
"RMB18-20." still very honest.
We said he was a good boy cooperating w/ Papa. He did not respond, just sitting there by the empty cage, waiting for mice pass by his wires.
It was getting dark. The village rose up some cooking smoke and smell. We waved bye to him.
"Bye-bye." the boy was always at ease.
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A Sunday Stuck in Macau where the East Asia Game is going on
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Posted:Oct 30, 2005 7:28 pm
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2006 9:00 pm 5242 Views
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The bustle has nothing to do with us and most people of Macau.
The streets are the same as it were before. Not any sporting spirits bubbles in the air.
A coffee over Chinese congee, then we move to cinema. Nothing interesting.
Oh, the most interesting thing is that we watch a couple of bride and bridegroom doing their wedding shooting(taking photos in formal wedding dressing), accompanied by a camera team of 3, in the World Heritage site, where is consisted of numerous portuguese buildings and the 1st church in Macau even China. Their happiness is covered by the never-ending posing requirements from the photographer. Yeah, the less-than-amateur performing skills surely would exhaust the couple. "Smile heartedly, no fake smile." The photographer reminds the bride. Then the bride opended her mouth and gave a bigger smile.
The bridegroom looks more professional and he wins more compliments fm the team.
I happen to witness these moments, tiresome but necessary for the new couple. I smile to them to gesture my support.
Later we move to Marine Museum, which was a beautiful place facing the sea/river only a year ago, but now the waterfront gives place to a road thus making contribution to Macau's rapid development. We have some good time on the exhibitions. When we step out, it is 5:30. There are several good Portuguese restaurant nearby but still early.
OK. Our group decide to go to market. THe market has a lot of fresh things, fishes, vegetables of different colors...Finally we buy and cook a delicious soup - Fish w/ papaya, corn and carrot, plus a nuts brown rice.
That's my Sunday stuck in Macau, if not go to China or HK. A Sunday in Macau is made of museum visit, or a walk in the islands/beaches(Taipa and Hac Sac), and good food or a concert in the night. Quite simple and stereotyped. So we cannot stay in Macau all the weekends.
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You are what you eat?
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Posted:Oct 27, 2005 2:56 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 5090 Views
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Anybody say yes?
I am one of the Chinese who like eating, enjoying good food. I think balanced nutrition has more reason than taking up vegetarian and fasting. I eat almost everything in the water, in the field, in the sky(though rarely). Tasted food does give me a lot of pleasure and I hold it as a first and must issue for my life.
That means I am what?
But, I am labelled as a hungry Chinese on the basis that Chinese are eating for compensation of hunger in the past generations. Someone says this is in our mentality. (The comments are from a food-hater.) Joke? serious?
I have some friends committing vegetarian and fasting. They look unhealthy, both phisically and mentally.
So they are also what they eat.
I don't mean to offend anybody. Just raise it and discuss.
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Love, deep, true love can be pursued only in wartime and time of trauma
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Posted:Oct 23, 2005 8:12 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 5138 Views
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I saw the French movie Love in Hiroshima(?) and many others. And got this conclusion.
Yes, only in/after suffering, the two could love so deeply, heavily.
In peaceful time, everything is easy, unbearably light. So does LOVE.
Needle can not be sharp at both ends. So, up till now I chew love stories from the bygone time.
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Sad Faces - Scenes of Night
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Posted:Oct 19, 2005 9:29 pm
Last Updated:May 21, 2007 11:26 pm 6103 Views
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Last night I sat in an outdoors restaurant (Tai Pai Dong) in Gongbei area, the Zhuhai border area adjacent to Macau.
I sat alone there waiting for my bro., strong wind brushing along. One little tried to approach my table but the waiter dismissed him. I noticed a skinny figure w/ a dirty,gloomy face moving foward while dragging a self-made wooden trolley. On the trolley lied a shabby woman who I supposed is the 's mother...
I sat there, still alone and waiting. Eaters in group from Macau ate happily there, occassionally interrupted by shoes brushers,who are mostly middle aged men and women w/ dark, sad faces.
Then three w/ guitar made contact w/ a table next to mine. Guys at the table kept teasing these singing-sellers. The deal was done at RMB20 for 3 songs. Little May was sung first , guitar chord accompanied. The singer girl just sang and seldom spoke, the other two pungent, responsible for negociatiion. Finally, the 5-6 guys walked away with the 3 girls, probaly to Karaoke. A waitress began to clear off their leftovers while a shoe-brusher with dry, dark skinned face hastened to grasp the unfinished half glass of beer on the table to his mouth. He was so thirsty, tired that he totaly ignored the waitress's warning, "Pour to your own tool, don't use our glass, not good if customers see you..."
I sat there,trails of food smell in the air, lights glittering. This was a lively market. Mobile fruit vendors voiced out. Shoe brushers moved around from table to table, humbly promoting their service but rarely accepted.
These kinds of scenes not only can be seen in the night, but also in the day, not to mention those disabled beggars crawling on the floor, those little pulling yr clothes asking for some money with an adult aside, in the street corners, in front of the customs house, in the place that tourist heading for legal gambling and glamourous life. They are to the extent that we cannot distinguish who is real beggars who is not. We are numb.
Guess they, these people living in the crack, mostly from the north or west, should be offered better choices and get a share on state's robust economy development.
Why the gap is so big?
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"Girlfriend of Feeling”- Omara Live In Macau
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Posted:Oct 19, 2005 1:02 am
Last Updated:May 10, 2006 8:55 pm 5585 Views
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Time: 8:00pm 10/18/2005
Venue: Ruin do Sao Paulo
I am in the ocean of music, Cuban voice, Cuban music. Sense of nostalgia,love,enthusiasm, sweetiness,melancholy...
The beats makes the audience stand up,wave...
The big red rose attached to Omara's mike tells of the 12 musicians' story and power, a hint from tropical,Cuba.
Her heartfelt vocals interpret a collection of musical love letters suffused with a combination of Cuban and Brazilian influences. Her Casa Calor, so touching!
Surrounding herself with some of the most renowned Cuban musicians on the scene today, Omara takes the stage with virtuoso Papi Oviedo on the tres, a traditional guitar-like instrument, and with Brazilian guitarist Swami, Jr., just to mention two of the twelve musicians that make a big difference in last night's spectacle.
Omara dresses in a light yellow Cuban dress, slightly fatty body moving with the rhythm. She makes up her hair, her face explodes wholely. Simple, elegant. The image is here. Pure, genuine, energetic...Who can tell she is 75?
Jolly Cubans improvise their talents. Pianista, guitarista, violista, celloista, stir up the site with their magical hands and (minds).
Among them the oldest, the singer, the pianist, guitarist, all over 70. But who is younger than them when they are in music world?
Talent, real music needs no make-up and advertising.
A night of Cuban feel. A touch with Cuba, the girlfriend of feeling.
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Party, party, party
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Posted:Oct 10, 2005 3:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:28 pm 5049 Views
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Any party animals here?
Have u had party for 3 days w/o break?
Come and indulge yrself in Macau's Festival Lusofonia. You have everything here - live music (exotic African), dancing, good drink good food, hot girls (esp. African and Brazillian), sports, games...the row of 1920s fine houses open their doors to you, happy party comers spot at the tropic portuguese garden, at every part of the hill.
Lusofonia, a party by and for Portuguese speaking countries from all over the world, makes Macau, the Chinese ruled SAR and a small gaming city, into a party venue.
But i look forward to having a genuine Angolan party, which is said to be very very...Imagine it!
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