With Love from Switzerland.

Standing on Jungfraujoch, surrounded by white, almost all by myself. I felt so overwhelmed, and a little bit scared.

My near-death experience (ok ok I am exaggerating) and my trousers after escaping from the 12-inch deep snow.

Thun - where we stayed for BB's training. The weather was fantastic for a few days and behind the hotel was this magnificant Thunersee Lake. I walked along the lakeshore everyday, marvelling at the lake and the grass and the trees and the clouds and the blue sky. It's heaven on earth.

My virgin "lunch by myself" experience - I have this notion that it is sad to be eating a meal by yourself (a quick coffee at Starbucks is OK; lunch in Cafe de Coral is no; dinner at Spoon is miserable beyond description). However, since BB was in training while I travelled to Emmental, and I was desperate to try out their local restaurant menu containing (what else but) emmental cheese, I had no choice but to find myself telling the waitress "table for one please".

The verdict - it wasn't too bad, as long as you have a book that you can pretend to read. And the cheese and vegetables rosti was yummy but extremely filling (I only managed to finish 1/3 of it).

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這幾天我邊看CNN邊陰陰嘴笑，“嘿全世界都有人示威反對你違反人權唔配主辦奧運啦呢次你重唔瘀爆睇你重夠唔夠膽係咁鎮壓西藏吖喇”。

今天當我上網看公司電郵時，赫然發現，我的老闆有份在法國傳聖火！

Jungfraujoch.

When I was sitting on the seat at Platform 2 of the Thun railway station, my soon-to-be-completely abandoned itinerary was simple enough – I would go to Interlaken, take a quick stroll around the lake, maybe grab a sandwich to eat, then get back on the train and go to another town. Today would be my town-hopping day, the best thing to do to make my 5-day Rail Pass worth its money.

I know Jungfrau lies within the Interlaken region, but I never really thought about going there. For some inexplicable reasons (lack of research obviously), I was under the assumption that you need to have an oxygen mask (wrong) and full ski equipment (wrong) to embark on this freezing (oh yes) journey to climb the 4,158m high mountain, “Top of Europe” as it is dubbed, and my high street outfit (flimsy Zara turtle-neck wool top, worn-out fleece jacket, jeans and sneakers) is neither convincing or appropriate. How wrong was I.

On the train to Interlaken Ost, I consulted with my colorful DK travel guide, and to my surprise discovered that there are rack railway services that take you all the way from Interlaken to Jungfraujock, the icy saddle that lies just below the Jungfrau summit. And after a few railway changes, I found myself standing, still in my Zara top and jeans, 3,454m above sea level, out in the open, surround by a sea of pure dazzling white snow, breathing the very thin air that is left, freezing but overjoyed. Overjoyed because of the unexpectedness of the whole thing; I was genuinely pleasantly surprised.

However, as I was taking pictures with my numb fingers (good), making snowballs (oh so good) and later on accidentally stepping into the 2-feet deep snow and having a hard time pulling myself of the cold and wet (still good), a sense of sadness suddenly rushed to me. I felt incredibly lonely. Moments like this are meant to be shared with your loved ones, and mine happens to be stuck in the conference room back in Thun, three hours away and 3,454 meters below me. The fact that I was all alone on the snow mountain (the only other human being in sight is a staff member, with his working husky) was of little help.

During the past few days, BB and I have been talking about our many “first times” that happened in this trip – those shared moments (very often silly ones) that lovers cherish so much that they put them in a special compartment in their heart the key to which belong to the other person, and that many years after they can easily recall, reminisce and laugh about them. Today could have easily found its way straight to that special compartment, if only BB were with me.

Standing at the Top of Europe with my snowball, I missed BB I have never missed him before.

South to North.

BB and I are going to Switzerland this Friday. He is attending a training programme in Thun, and being such a good wife, of course I would tag along to *ahem* make sure he is well taken care of during his stay, thank you very much.

Too bad there's not much (shopping) to do in Thun, but at least it is close to Emmental, hometown to the famous cheese. I will come back another size bigger for sure. Bad news for BB.

While I am getting ready for my 3rd trip in two months, I now have a bit of time to sort through the Sydney photos. Once again, food photos have taken up more than half of the album. And you wonder why I am getting happier (read: fatter) each day.

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心血來潮，踏進一家之前從沒去過的髮型屋。就在回家小巴站對面，很方便。

我：唔該我想係咁咦剪短幾寸。
髮型師：但係呢個髮型唔襯你image喎（！），不如我將你D頭髮釋放（！！）出來，有D新鮮感吖？
我：[額角開始冒汗] ...嗯，但係我唔想剪得太短喎，一定要過膊頭，等我紮到馬尾呀。
髮型師：我幫你剪個你一定會滿意嘅頭，放心啦，唔會剪好多嘅唧。

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髮型師：睇吓，依家你D頭髮幾釋放（！！！），完全唔同晒！
我：......!

...結果，原本只想“係咁咦”修修髮尾的我，變成短髮妹。十幾年未試過咁短呀陰功！

故事教訓 -- 對住陌生人，要懂得說“不”！

慘爆。

感冒剛好，但咳嗽未清，差不多每兩天便喝完一瓶藥水，但仍未痊愈。唉。

藥水的副作用之一，便是頭暈。於是本來已有耳水不平衡的我，現在每逢坐車（我家住銅鑼灣公司在荃灣喎！）便頭暈作嘔，慘過大肚婆。

（大小事）幾段。

*從法國出差回來後，沮喪不已。學了幾個月的法文，到頭來只懂說“bon jour”跟“merci”。難道我的（少少）語言天分，真的自十四歲後便離我而去了？ 抑或我該怪責我那個沒有耐性/時間把我作育成才的老公？

*幾天復活節假期，行行企企又過了。歡樂的時間總是以光速消逝的。

*今天看報紙，看到有關新西蘭車禍Clara的報道，很難過。我一直很留意這單新聞，因我也曾到新西蘭駕車渡蜜月，有點身同感受，但我不能想象同一時間失去所有至親會有多痛苦。如果失憶能令她的傷痛減少，我希望她可以永遠忘記。

*星期六，我會開始去Hong Kong Dog Rescue做義工。從沒想過，一向愛貓的我，會去一個狗中心幫忙。但我曾經在回家途中，看着同一條路邊，由只有幾頭母狗變成幾頭大狗加一堆小狗，我的心難過極了。 我希望能為流浪狗狗盡一點力。

*伯伯告訴我，今期The Post Magazine有關於北京人吃貓的報道，圖文並茂。我驚到整本Magazine碰都不敢碰。

*昨晚發惡夢，夢見自己返工（那是間陌生的公司，不是現實那家）遲到14分鐘，便馬上被炒掉（還要很高調，被全公司的人看見！）。不是説笑，我的心到現在都撲撲跳，好驚！

*很想問但不敢問 -- 多久才算久？7個月？一年？抑或3年？8年？抑或只要一切“在心中”，時間長短便不再是問題？

From today's Apple Daily.

I cannot agree more.

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陶 傑 短 評 ︰ 拯 救 遺 棄 動 物

柴 灣 青 童 十 惡 ， 虐 殺 小 貓 棍 棒 交 加 ， 十 惡 中 最 年 少 者 ， 是 十 三 歲 女 童 。 在 被 街 上 捕 獲 時 ， 猶 自 嘻 笑 喧 嘩 。 治 亂 世 ， 懲 暴 民 ， 柴 灣 十 惡 ， 都 是 青 少 年 ， 是 董 曾 治 下 長 大 的 一 代 ， 殺 貓 慘 案 ， 四 日 三 宗 ， 因 為 特 區 育 失 敗 ， 親 美 崇 洋 ， 胡 亂 抄 襲 英 美 「 自 由 育 」 ， 尤 禁 止 家 長 師 體 罰 學 童 ， 指 體 罰 會 令 兒 童 「 留 下 心 理 陰 影 」 。 柴 灣 虐 貓 十 惡 ， 即 成 長 在 沒 有 體 罰 的 「 自 由 育 新 世 代 」 。 這 十 大 奸 惡 ， 小 時 就 是 欠 打 ， 方 始 驕 縱 成 魔 。 今 日 無 端 虐 殺 小 貓 ， 明 日 就 是 開 膛 割 腹 的 雨 夜 連 環 殺 手 ， 請 有 心 人 明 查 暗 訪 ， 網 上 公 佈 十 惡 的 照 片 姓 名 ， 令 全 港 市 民 長 期 警 惕 。 今 日 香 港 ， 加 重 對 虐 殺 貓 狗 的 刑 懲 ， 比 甚 麼 立 法 禁 止 體 罰 兒 童 更 重 要 。 元 朗 白 沙 村 ， 有 一 所 保 護 遺 棄 動 物 的 慈 善 之 家 ， 市 民 只 須 每 月 寄 去 少 量 金 錢 ， 即 可 領 養 遺 棄 的 貓 狗 ， 善 款 可 以 扣 稅 ， 比 起 交 稅 養 庸 官 更 有 意 義 ， 查 詢 電 話 二 八 三 八 ○ 六 三 三 ， 為 了 香 港 的 未 來 ， 愛 遺 棄 的 動 物 ， 多 積 陰 德 吧 。

歡樂的時光過得特別快 --- 悉尼。

明天便回香港了。8天，在悉尼，剛剛好。伯伯說，前後去了3次悉尼，差不多所有好玩的、旅客必到的地方我們都去過了。又是時候講拜拜。

但休息不夠一星期，又要飛。公幹在巴黎。

然後四月，再見瑞士（如果老闆肯讓我放假的話）。

嘩，今年睇怕都比我renew到張銀卡啦吓話。

天使跟魔鬼在打仗。

我的缺點，有時候連自己都覺得過分。

譬如三分鐘熱度。
譬如懶惰。
譬如自私。
譬如會用諸般藉口，掩飾自己的三分鐘熱度、懶惰跟自私。

我有三星期時間去擊退魔鬼。

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明明感冒，又咳又鼻水又周身痛，還會半夜三更寫blog。我的缺點，還包括不懂得照顧自己。

DBJ, aged 3 to 17.

Last Saturday, my old school hosted its 60th anniversary dinner at the Intercontinental Hotel. Donald Tsang, our Chief Executive, was the Guest of Honor. I had to give this special event a miss since I had prior engagements, but my good friend C, who went to the dinner, passed on to me the cutest party favour ever. "Since you had been in every single one of these uniforms, you should have it." She said. C only attended my old school from Form 1 to Form 7.

From left to right on the picture: Summer kindergarten, winter kindergarten, summer primary, winter primary, summer secondary, winter secondary.

Oh yeah, I spent my kindergarten / primary school / secondary school / A-level years in the same little corner in Kowloon Tong. Looking at these key chains, all those sweet memories came rushing to my head.

日子是這樣過。

情人節晚上，我與伯伯在家打邊爐。

好（不）浪漫。

好在都有張情人卡收吓，嘿。

辣手摧花。

我那盆爸爸給我弄的蘭花，已在半死狀態中。

唉。

The sweetest Valentine's message

My mobile phone just blinked and this message popped up:

"His gracious love and mercy grows to depths and heights that no man knows. That gracious love and mercy shall be always, forever binding you and me. Happy Valentine! P"

Happy Valentine's Day to you too, P. I wish Stockholm is bringing you sunshine today.

Clafoutis [kla-foo-tee].

I want to make this. Am thinking pears or strawberries instead.

從他她她（以及她她她她她）想到。

刻下全城都在熱烈談論陳先生鍾小姐張小姐的春宮照。我也好想加把嘴，但什麽都沒看過的我（試過google，但什麽都被剷掉了），一點建設性/沒建設性的意見都沒有。唉，好out。

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反而從報章看到兩則有趣的新聞，都與記憶有關。一段是關於一個肥仔，嘗試用電擊的方法減肥，但肥膏減不掉，記憶卻增強了，令他想起20年前久被遺忘的往事。第二段則說有研究人員，用電極植入腦袋方法，喚醒陳年記憶，說可以幫助老人家或癡呆症病人云云。

我一直覺得腦袋是個神聖不可侵犯的領域。裏面裝滿了秘密，也充滿了人類智慧不能拆解的奧妙。記憶，是腦裏最輕、卻又最重的“物質”。説是“物質”，但它其實跟風一樣，跟愛情一樣，跟上帝一樣，看不見，觸不到，但確實存在。

大部分時候，記憶是我們的好朋友。一些傷痛的經歷、不堪回首的過去、或者不爲人知的黑暗秘密，你一直想把它忘記。然後，不知不覺地，記憶會隨着時間，一起流逝。然後，你再努力也想不起了，就算想起了，那些以前把你折騰得死去活來，不知害你哭濕了多少衣袖的前塵往事，現在都像別人的故事，不搔不癢了。（失去）記憶成了我們的保護罩，使我們可以有力量有勇氣重新做人。

然而，有時候，記憶是我們的敵人。有些事情，任憑你怎麽努力把腦袋翻來覆去，記不起就是記不起。與舊情人初次碰面的場景、聼過最甜蜜的話、小時候的玩伴、什麽原因令你愛上某個人...所有的記憶都是模糊的。

早陣子，媽媽跟我說，嫲嫲在眾多孫兒中，最疼愛我。這個事實，我是知道的，但我就是怎也想不起嫲嫲怎樣疼我的回憶。

除了這一件事 -- 有一天，嫲嫲生病了。家裏本來特地準備了些餅乾，準備給她在吃葯前吃的，但嗜食（所以胖）的我，把所有餅乾都吃掉。那晚半夜，嫲嫲不舒服，很想吃餅乾，叫我去便利店幫她買。其實當時我知道她是非常需要吃些東西的，否則她這麽疼我，不會半夜三更都要求我去買。但我怕黑，又怕鬼，怎樣都不肯去。那個夜裏，嫲嫲最後什麽沒有吃。

我很清楚記得這件事，因爲從來只有我嚷着她買這個給我，弄那個給我。她唯一請求過我做的事，就在那個晚上。而我拒絕了她。過了大概兩年吧，嫲嫲便離世了(當然不是因為那塊餅乾!)。

這是17年前的事。到現在，我仍清楚記得那晚她躺在床上，對我説話時，氣弱如絲的樣子。

所以說，回憶有時候最喜歡作弄人。

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可能現在一眾娛樂圈受害人最希望的，是把觀衆的集體回憶delete掉，就像在“Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”裏，Joel把有關Clementine的記憶洗掉一樣。裸照？什麽裸照？!

日誌。

近來疏於寫blog，因工作實在忙碌。（我知我知，你們一定會話“吓你份工差不多是全世界最hea嘅工嚟嗰喎，都會忙？”）（都怪我平時給你們太多假象了，其實我工作很辛苦的，責任又重大...）

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早幾天，經過一整天的email轟炸、電話會議、草稿文件、跟進這跟進那之後，放工時分人已虛脫，腦袋一片空白。連平常坐小巴回家途中最愛做的事 --- 發白日夢 --- 都不想了。眼只是漫無目的地望住窗口外的已經變暗的風景。從IPod傳到耳裏，重複又重複的，是這首歌：

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每日金句。

“你們祈求，就給你們；尋找，就尋見；叩門，就給你們開門。
因為凡祈求的，就得著；尋找的，就尋見；叩門的，就給他開門。”

--- 馬太福音7章7-8節

I can have it everyday for the rest of my life.

Yes, this.

Portishead - Roads

From Dummy, their debut album.

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(Since I learned how to upload video clips to the blog, I have been having so much fun doing it. But you already know that don't you.)

我愛的；愛我的。

爸爸給我弄的蘭花 -- 他自己買花，買花盆，買泥，自己砌。

土鍋貓。

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多得素顔天使讓我認識什麽是土鍋貓。

等我去買個瓦鍋，看看小寳跟豬仔包是否也會自動自覺走入去睡覺！！

Jasmine's interview on RTHK.

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每日金句。

“如果你有能力去照顧其他人的話，已經係福氣。” --- CK．

“這恩典是　神用諸般智慧聰明、充充足足賞給我們的、都是照他自己所豫定的美意、叫我們知道他旨意的奧秘、要照所安排的、在日期滿足的時候、使天上地上一切所有的、都在基督裡面同歸於一。”　--- 以弗所書1章8－10節

近來我忙於煲碟。

Battlestar Galactica - 由Season 1頭兩集被伯伯半強逼下收看（家裏只有一部電視機），到現在Season 2 尾聲看得欲罷不能，一個字：Apollo （嘩，靚仔到吖）。鐵定星期四（C小姐借我DVD之日）開始煲Season 3 。之後問題來了：美國3月才播Season 4，幾時等得到出DVD？哎呀，要吊癮添。

Huff - 多得C小姐的介紹，現正看Season 1。不算大路的劇集，但看下去又覺得挺有趣。但在美國只播了兩個Season便停止production，很可惜。

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Updated: 差點忘記現在美國編劇大霸工，3月播唔播到BSG都成問題。Oh no!

Jasmine's photography exhibition @ InnoCentre, Kowloon Tong.

The opening ceremony went very well, thanks to everybody's help. And on behalf of Home Care for Girls, thank you for your kind support and donation. (I know some of my friends have contacted the organisation and made a donation.)

As I was the MC of the event, I didn't take any pictures. The ones posted above were taken by BB.

Jasmine attracted quite a lot of media coverage, like ATV news, Sing Tao Daily and SCMP. RTHK will do a programme about Jas and this event, and I think it will be broadcasted on 16th January. Watch out!

與媽對話。

除夕夜，我與伯伯，跟老爺奶奶和爸爸媽媽（對，我們６人，under the same roof）在家中火鍋渡新年。先吃火鍋，再吃雪糕火鍋 （ice-cream fondue）。

能與父母一起渡過2007年最後一天，也算福氣。

早幾年前，若叫我在除夕留在家，跟家人一起，我覺得是慘絕人寰的一件事。

人大了，便更懂得珍惜家人。現在我頂多隔日便跟爸媽通個電話。說的大都是些無聊話，例如：

我：“喂，搞緊咩呀？”
媽：“睇緊電視囉。”
我：“屋企有咩報告？”
媽：“無嘢報告喎。”
我：“D貓點呀？”
媽：“都係咁囉。”
我：“叫LuLu（貓咪２號）過來講兩句啦。”
媽：（笑）“痴綫啦，LuLu鬼識同你講嘢咩！”（儘管如是説，媽仍然會叫LuLu過來，把電話筒放在牠耳朵旁，然後我便會好像癲婆般，對着電話叫“LuLu!! LuLu!!”）
媽：“好啦，收綫啦。”
我：“哦，拜拜。”

有時候，爸媽跟兒女講電話，内容還是其次，聽到兒女聲音才是重點。（想起匯豐(?)早年伯伯婆婆食麵的廣告 -- “不是為了食碗面，是爲了見你一面呀。”）

我們都老了。

老土但要做的事。

我的2008展望：

1）多點親近神，多點信任神。多做些事奉工作，最好與伯伯一起做多些couple's ministry work。更主動地傳福音。
2）運動。做多些運動。最好隔日便做運動。多些運動小些肥。
3）學好法文。上個月開始，伯伯開始教我法文，希望在今年内可以達到小學程度。（起碼懂得看餐牌問路看化妝品説明書）。
4）多看書。非正式統計，我在2007年應該看了40多本書。希望今年可以看多一點。書中自有黃金屋嘛。
5）做些有關動物權益的義務工作。有關這事，我已經開始做資料收集。

See you this Saturday! [PLEASE FORWARD]

Jasmine's photo exhibition will start this coming Saturday, 5th January. The opening ceremony is at 11am. Do drop by if you are free - I will be there (I think I am the MC...).

Details of the exhibition: -

Date: 5th - 19th January, 2008 (Opening Ceremony is at 11am on 5th)
Time: 9am - 6pm
Venue: InnoCentre, G/F Tat Chee Road, Kowloon Tong

All proceeds from sale of bookmarks and postcard books will go to Home Care for Girls.

Bak Bak + kitchen.

Snaps.

每次在報章看到有關虐待小動物的消息，心情都很沉重。

過去兩星期，已經有3宗虐待小貓的報道。今天報道那一單，是小貓咪被活生生攔腰斬死。

此刻的我，眼眶通紅，心裏除了憤恨外，便是無限的問號：究竟什麽樣的人，可以做出這種非人類的，近乎禽獸的行爲？爲什麽可以對一些手無寸鐵的小動物下毒手？

這些我不能明白的事情，每天都在發生，在Darfur，在阿富汗，在美國，在中國，在香港。對象可以是動物，更可以是人。偶爾找個方便的藉口，更多時什麽也不用説，話殺便殺。

在這個沒有道理，沒有良知的時代，我必須相信，那頭小貓，現在正快樂地在天堂裏跟其他小動物玩耍。

Singapore - Iggy's.

在新加坡5天内，有兩天跟伯伯去了Iggy's 吃午飯。Iggy's 開店只有短短幾年，但已成爲世界最佳餐廳第60位。當然要去看看它有幾厲害啦。

吃後感是，一次極美好的dining experience。味道固然好，賣相超吸引，但更重要的是服務一流（很多高級餐廳忽略了的細微細眼事，這裏都照顧周到）。勁加分。環境舒服，不是那種super fine dining atmosphere （令人透不過氣！），而有點像香港怡東酒店的Cammino般，加上counter位，很homey。

（還有還有，我們第二次去吃午餐時，可能經理認得我們，可能他覺得我又美麗又可愛（！！），也可能因爲見到我帶了一部“懶”pro- 的相機，以爲我們是食評，所以免費送了我們兩道菜，由3-course lunch變成5-course lunch！！！開心到飛起！）

講到尾，吃飯最緊要吃得身心愉快。而Iggy's做到了。

以後多個理由去新加坡。


Assorted mushrooms tart.







Tomato souffle.







Wagyu beef.







Gnocchi and truffles.







Pina colada souffle with home-made coconut ice-cream.

Singapore.

Before I met BB, I had never been to Singapore, and I had never wanted to go there. Everybody says it is a boring place with boring people and even more boring weather (even the Singaporean say so!), so why bother?

Then BB came into the picture, and I discovered that there are actually people who would WANT to go to Singapore for holiday. What a revelation!

BB and I just came back from our holiday in this "Lion City". Having been there twice now, I have to agree with BB that, contrary to general public view, I think this country is far from boring, and I can definitely see myself visiting there again very soon.

A country with lots of shopping malls and restaurants and hawker centers and mega cinemas can never be boring!

(心情異常煩燥，想打人。)

妖。

放工，搭小巴回家。我先上小巴坐低，未幾，有對中年男女準備上車，但那女的突然說了一句：“咦，無得一齊坐喎。”然後這對男女便選擇等下一班車。 留意，當時車裡面有起碼７個單座位，還有一個在司機後面的雙座位。

我目擊一切，當堂O晒咀。

車程只是１０分鐘，真的是分開一陣都會死嗎？難道做連體嬰緊要得過趕回家輕鬆吃飯看新聞？兩個加埋成百歲，重玩痴纏？

每次遇到這些人，我都會很疑惑：究竟他們在想什麼？

如果你是這一類人，千祈不要告訴我，我會勁藐你的。

（第一階段發洩完畢，１５分鐘後打壁球，繼續洩憤。）

Memory and sulking DBJ.

For those of you who, like me, find the concept of memory fascinating, you must read this article from the November issue of National Geographic.

I always thought that people like Drew Berrymore in "50 first dates" do not exist. I mean, how can a person have a memory span that lasts only one day?

National Geographic introduces us to a gentle, friendly old man named EP, who has zero memory. He cannot retain old memories nor can he form new memories. He wakes up in the morning, eats his breakfast, goes to his bedroom and lie on his bed to listen to the radio, and then, forgetting that he has eaten breakfast, he wakes up again and eats a second round of breakfast, and then goes back to his bedroom to listen to the radio. Sometimes he will have breakfast a third time. His world is now, and now only.

Every person is a stranger to him, even if that "stranger" has met him for 200 times. Every TV program re-run is a first time excitement to him. His life is nothing like you and I can imagine.

But -- he is happy, worry-free and stress-free. (Although his family may feel otherwise - it must be heart-breaking.)

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About two months ago, I booked through my travel agent air tickets to Singapore in mid-December (I am flying this Sunday). The ticket price was HK$1,700, a bargain mainly because I booked early. The deadline for confirmation was 28 Nov. Due to some and miscommunication, the travel agent did not confirm the tickets on the due date, and as a result my booking was cancelled, and I had to re-book my tickets yesterday. As any seasoned traveller will know, try buying an air-ticket 6 days before departure and you are bound to be ripped-off.

The price of the ticket I have to pay this time for the VERY SAME flight is HK$4,300, more than double of the previous price. (I am flying with BB so it's twice the damage.) I almost fainted when I was told the "new" price. I spent the past few days sulking big time and thinking what I could have done with the price difference - dinner at Petrus, new mobile phone, donation to charity, huge Christmas present for my parents, even a trip to Bangkok(!)... anything BUT giving to the blood-sucking airline.

As I was reading the article this morning, I couldn't help thinking, if my memory failed me and I could not remember having booked the tickets for a much cheaper price, then I wouldn't feel so bad about it. I might even think $4,300 is a bargain!

Now I wish I were EP.

The Five Love Languages.

The concept of the Love Languages is, to me, one of the most important and practical theories I have learned in my pursuit of relational bliss.

According to Dr. Gary Chapman, author of the successful book "The Five Love Languages", the five love languages include:

1) Affirmation - verbal compliments, encouragement, confidence boost, etc.

2) Quality time.

3) Receiving gifts.

4) Acts of service - helping with housework, simple chores, etc.

5) Physical touch - not just sexual intercourse, but sometimes as simple as a kiss, a hug, or a hand on the shoulder.

As the theory goes, each of us speak, and is most receptive of, one or more of the five emotional languages above.

The problem is, our love language may or may not be the same as our spouse / friend / children. A lot of the relationship conflicts (not just marriage, but friendship or parent-children conflicts) arise because of a misinterpretation of the other's love language. For example, I may express my love to you by spending hours in the kitchen cooking a fancy meal (act of service), when all you want is for me to sit beside you and chat about your day (quality time). Nobody is at fault, it's just a mismatch and misunderstanding of each other's love language. Once we have a better understanding of our spouse's love language, then we can express our love in a way which is most effective, hence reducing misunderstanding and frustrations.

This book is good for anyone who is in any form of relationship.

The Morality Quiz.

From Time magazine.

I just wish I would never be put into the situations described in the test. This is far too much for my three-celled-brain to handle. And I am most certain that whatever action I take in those scenarios, it'll probably turn out to be morally questionable, one way or another.

(See also the article.)

My legs are still shaking.

No exercise is better than a hike on a Sunday afternoon!



























Now I feel very justified in having a huge dinner (am thinking
sushi and red bean ice-cream)!!

Counting down.

Two more weeks and BB's two-week holiday will kick off!

It's about time - BB has been extremely stressed at work lately and is in desperate need of a break. So this two-week holiday is his early Christmas present.

Unfortunately I have used up my annual leave long before, so I am only spending a few days with him in his favourite holiday destination.

I am dreaming of hawker centre food already!

很久以前，我們曾一起坐飛毯。

此刻的我，傷風依舊，喉嚨癢癢，咳得半死。

但我很快樂啊。

原來，我一直，比我想象中的，更加關心你。

到了新公司後，要加油啦。

Jasmine is a star!

My goddaughter is on TV!

咩事呢究竟？

爲何一件超級簡單，在任何一間公司可以3天辦妥（如在我以前工作的律師樓，1天！）的小事，在這家公司裏，3個月後還是停留在“管理層審批”階段? 這三個月來，爆了不同的大大小小的鑊，全都是因爲管理層（一層又一層）未能及時審批這簡單小事情。明明可以避免的問題，全因一個“慢”字，搞到一鑊泡。今天剛發現，還要上呈更高一層。講到尾，人人想卸膊。

極度沮喪。

現在連政府部門都有performance pledge啦。

中資機構，唉。

想說 -- 2007。

這幾天，忙到頭暈眼花，每天返工做不停。很久沒有試過有這麽大的工作壓力了。（我知我知，你會話只是我以前太太太得閒，寵壞了之嘛。我完全同意喎。）。

想說的是，忙的時候，時間過得特別快。還有7.5星期，2007便結束了。

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朋友們說，今年聖誕節，不如跟舊年一樣，去你們家開party囉！我沒多想，便說好呀。當天晚上沐浴時，想呀想呀，想起去年的聖誕，有20人喲（全是我們的至親好友）！今年卻少了一個了。然後，三百多天前的映像在眼前清晰地浮現起來。 我記得我們為派對起了個dress code “Red”，所以每個人的打扮都帶點紅色。我記得那隻文華酒店大火雞，Ms L弄的cheese cake，那個放在大門口裝Secret Santa禮物的紙箱，誰買了什麽禮物給誰（除了你，還有誰會懂得買Mr. Potato Man the Darth Tater給伯伯？），誰輸了遊戲要罰吃什麽（Sangria, roasted vegetables and turkey stuffing！）。我記得午夜過後，大部分人都走了，剩下幾個男生興奮地在玩Xbox Rainbow Six，幾個女生在談心事。我記得你打機時緊張的模樣。

想說的是，物是人非。2007年，難忘的一年。

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未來幾天，要努力執屋，因為約了社區二手店上門收集家裏舊物。其實也不是什麽陳年舊東西，只是一些在舊居用了一兩年的電器和家居用品，搬了新屋後（一年了！）一直沒有好好處理。放在二手店，既可以替它們找主好人家，循環再用又環保，又可以幫助貧困人士。

想說的是，we should do something that matters in eternity, for eternity is what we long for。

Quote on Friday.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.
Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.

--- Jeremiah 29:11-12

Apple IMac.

唔係話明係plug and play咩？點解個Windows XP install完九萬幾次都重係有問題？依家重話比我聽個keyboard有bug，唔掂得個"caps lock" key？

點解Apple D電腦賣得咁貴，都唔check清楚無問題先launch呢？

搞到我依家非常沮喪，想斬人囉。

Now my study looks über cool.

Because of this.







Have been anxiously waiting for it for the past month, and it finally landed in my house yesterday! Unfortunately there were some clitches with the wireless keyboard, but my IT friend is fixing it and hopefully in no time it will be fully operational! (Oh did I mention the wirelss mouse is totally out of this world?)

26

is the difference in temperature (in Degrees Celsius) between Paris and Hong Kong.

I am now extremely sleep deprived, dehydrated, disoriented and aching all over, but home :-) .

巴黎。我的玩具店。

說的是龐比度中心（Centre Pompidou）。 素來比較喜歡現代藝術，雖然我不太明白有些藝術家的創作理念，但看着一些作品，真的很趣怪，娛樂性滿分。（當然也有些東西，你看完之後只會O了咀，然後有十萬個感嘆號在你額頭彈出來，但，世事無完美嘛。）

發光的糯米飯。







流動廁所。







紅牛呀。股迷至愛。







將吃完的棉花糖。







七彩快樂門。







不要問我這是什麽，我都好想知。










我最喜歡的作品。







在裏面盪下盪下，便是幾個小時。難爲我的老爺奶奶，陪我行到腳都軟。






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同日加映，伯伯最愛的玩具店。在Panthéon附近。

Paris. La Château le Fontainebleau. La Défense. My neighbour.

I was thinking of updating the blog only after I have returned home, but tonight I received an E-card(!) from a friend containing the following message: "How's your trip in Paris? ... Do remember to update your blog as fast as possible, I can't wait reading your new posts..." Talk about ego boost :) Thanks L, here you go, and yes, I am having a great time in the Land of Café Crème. It doesn't hurt to be a bit warmer, but I am not complaining.

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My client was kind enough to sacrifice his Sunday and drove us out of Paris to the Château le Fontainebleau.

The weather could not be more wonderful. The sunny morning even almost gave me a little nice tan.




The usual extravagance and glitter one can expect in a palace. After a few rooms that look more or less the same, you get really bored and start thinking about something else, like shopping.

A quiet corner outside the palace.










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The "new" Arc de Triomphe at La Défense. It was equally sunny yesterday, but a tad bit warmer.








My next door neighbour. I first met him one early morning, before I went to work. He was nowhere to be found the past few days though. I kind of miss him.

Awwwww......

I miss you too.

Paris. Day 3.

Only two more working days and then I am free! Will carry my camera everywhere with me then and take loads of pictures.

I wish you were here :(

Happy bunny up and running again.

Thank you for all your concerns, I am OK now. And don't get me wrong - I am not the ungrateful bitch who expects to be treated like a queen when travelling on business. I think I was just grossly deceived by the serviced apartment's website, that's all.

Anyway, I have now overcome the initial shock and horror and am starting to enjoy my stay. I am typing away in my office now. The people seem nice and the view outside the window is great. I love Paris :)

Paris. Seafood.

Before I had time to come to terms with my reality for the next 12 days, I had to rush out for drinks and lunch with my clients.

Drinks was at my client's home near the Louvre, a spacious top floor flat with a balcony commanding a 360-degree view of Central Paris. Jet lag has kicked in and part of me wanted to leave, but (i) I found out later that my client especially organised today for me, (ii) there were only 5 of us so if I take off it will be very obvious, and (iii) I have a 70 sq feet room waiting for me, so what's the hurry?

Lunch was at Brasserie Bofinger. I have never seen such a humongous seafood platter (at least 36 inches in diameter), stacked with almost ALL the seafood you can name. The food was exemplary, and the bill was vast (a 2-person seafood platter costs 130 euros).

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I am now back in my room, typing away. And with a pillow too, thanks to my colleauge (poor thing who has to stay in the same tiny room like me for a whole month) who has kindly lent me his extra pillow (and his hair dryer) (and his internet cable too, hence you can see this post). Life is beautiful after all.

Paris.

My trip to Paris couldn't start off more perfectly. On the night I flew:

- Not being able to use my air miles to get a pre-arranged on-line upgrade, I went to the check-in counter with a heavy heart. And then, all of a sudden, I was allowed a last-minute upgrade to Business Class. Yay!

- Dinner with Mr & Mrs S at Lei Garden, followed by dessert at Moon Kee, both at IFC. Very satisfied. 75% happily (25% sad because I won't see BB for 12 days) off to the airport and on to the plane.

- And then I, who never could catch a wink on the plane, managed to get S-I-X hours' sleep!! Woke up refreshed, watched Die Hard 4.0 and the second part of Knocked Up, and before I knew, I was in Paris.

- Journey from the airport to my service apartment could not be more smooth. The taxi driver, a very nice lady took me to the destination swiftly and it cost me only 50 euro, 10 euro less than I expected.

When I got off the taxi, I was in an excellent mood, secretly laughing about everything going so wonderfully smoothly.

And then I opened the front door to the service apartment. And I saw... staircases. My room is on the 2nd floor, so I spent the next 10 minutes dragging my 22kg Samsonite suitcase, step by step, up two flights of stairs.

And then I opened the door to my room. On their website it showed a moden, bright, cozy studio with a double bed and a lounge area.

And I got this -

Have you ever been to Tokyo and stayed in one of those really really tiny hotel rooms, where you can't open your door when you have your suitcase opened? Now make it twice as small, and you have my room. The deco is typical 80's, with a 14-inch non-brand TV hanging up on the wall (with zero international channels - you lying website!! - except for Euro Sport). The toilet is so tiny that you can't find a spot to hang your clothes or put your skin care products. Well, not that you will want to hang your clothes or put your skin care products in the toilet anyway, because when you shower the whole toilet (including the roll of toilet paper) will get totally soaked. And did I mention the hot water supply lasts for 10 minutes only? For a person who uses at least 9 minutes to wash her hair, this is a real challenge.

And when I was trying to overcome the shock, I discovered that a certain thing called "pillow" was absent from my room, and as today is Sunday, the management office is, of course, closed. I will sleep a pillow-less sleep.

何先生。

對於何來是否有資格有斤兩出戰立法會補選，對選情有什麽影響，會否分薄陳太的票源，我不打算在此討論，每個人也有他的意見，你也大可看各大報章的社論。

我覺得有趣的是葉劉淑儀的回應。記者問葉劉對於何來參選的看法。葉劉說：“我唔識呢位何先生。”

一句話，露了底。

這位何來女士，是保育活躍分子，在天星跟皇后事件中，聲名大噪，壹周刊都要訪問她。稍爲關心時事又有看報的人都應該聼過她的名字。如果有人要參選做立法會議員（是尊貴的立法會議員喎，不是的士司機、家庭主婦喎），“想市民所想，為市民請命”，而保育這課題又成爲近期熱門話題，報紙收音機日日講，我覺得這個候選人沒可能不認識這位何女士囉。除非他對這個社會的問題不聞不問。

要我投票給一個，如何女士所說“當選後要從新學習社會問題”的一位候選人，我能否説服我自己呢。

P.S. 早知道政治（跟宗教一樣）從來都是敏感的話題，我這裡所說的純粹是個人感受。

My goddaughter.

My goddaughter, Jasmine, is an adorable 4-year-old. I am usually not crazy about children nor comfortable around them, but Jas and I had this special connection (which started when she was still in her mummy's tummy) and 3 hours after she was born, I became a godmother.

Jas loves singing, going to school, dancing, playing with her little brother Sean (who, by the way, is another adorable kid. Sometimes I think God can be very unfair - how come some people, like my friend C, could ONLY give birth to cute kids?!).

Jas also loves taking photos. And some nice ones too.

There will be a photo exhibition in January 2008, where you can see some 200+ of photos taken by this little girl. The photo exhibition aims to raise funds for Home Care for Girls, a non-profit organization focusing on helping teenage girls suffering from physical or emotional abuse or having family porblems. (I have visited this organisation before and had a long chat with the organisers. They are doing an amazing job.)

Jas may also go on the World Guinness Record too, as the youngest photographer ever (to have a photo exhibition).

I will write more about it closer to date and when I have more details. In the meantime, if you want to sponsor the exhibition or make a donation (to help reduce costs so that more money can go to Home Care for Girls), please let me know.

My love language is Service.

I am going to Paris for business next weekend, so lately my conversations with BB have largely comprised of the following:

[During Dinner] "Remember to feed the cats and change their water bottle every morning and night?" "Yes."

[After dinner, washing dishes] "Remember you have to scoop their litter three times a day at least, otherwise they won't poo in the litter box?" "Yes."

[While watching "24"] "Remember how to use the washing machine?" "Yees."

[During commercial breaks of "24"] "Remember to comb the cats' hair and clean their eyes and cuddle them every night?" "Yeees."

[He in a shower, me brushing my teeth outside] "Hemembar choo open fer yea'er boff effrey offur fay?" "The what?" "Se Yatter box!" "Yeees."

[In bed] "Remember to open a bit of the windows when you leave home? I don't want the cats to suffocate to death." "Yeeeees." "And remember to pick up your dry cleaning on Saturday, or you will have no shirt to wear to work." "[An inaudible mumble]."

I will be away for 12 days. This will be the first and longest time BB and I are apart since we were married. I am sure he will miss me immensely (though secretly happy that the nagging wife is finally on the plane to Croissant Land).

忽然有食神。

於晚上十一點，我的舊同事兼鄰居B小姐從26樓親自送來的自家製西柚果凍，為這個在星期六晚上獨守空房的孤獨婦人帶來一點點溫暖（OKOK係誇張咗D囉咩唧）。

故事教訓：有個熱愛下廚又願意與人分享的鄰居，好過中六合彩。

唔化。

雖然做了多年打工仔，但有些事我還是睇唔開。

爲何有些人的膊頭可以斜得那麽交關，明明是他的職責，居然可以撐大眼說“唔關我事”，“唔係我負責”，“點解要我做”。

最好笑是，居然跟我說“不如你做吖！”。（喂，聼講我同你唔同部門嗰喎！）

不如你唔好撈，我逗埋你分人工吖。

這位人兄，之前已久聞其大名（我老板的秘書差點被他玩謝），現在跟他交手，果然有料到。

爲何公司可以養這麽多廢柴呢？爲何不將他們統統炒掉，把省下來的錢接濟貧苦大衆（如我）？

（但我也在辦公時間上網寫blog喎，那我豈不也是廢柴？）

上海。

四年内去了兩次上海，說多不多，說少不算少。個人結論是，上海是那種可以幾年才去一次的地方，去得太密，會悶死（或者被的士司機激死，或者食上海菜肥死）。

跟大陸其他地方一樣，上海的硬件很好（摩登的建築，節節上升的樓市），但軟件嘛（服務，做事態度，mentality，等等），還跟真正的國際大城市差很遠。如要揀，我寧願去曼谷，起碼那兒服務100分。

全程最好味的一餐。舊吉士（天平路41号）的所有食物都超水準，從皮蛋豆腐，小黃瓜，到雞湯，到蔥油拌麵...




...還有蟹粉粉皮。嘩，十個好味！！






思南路，個人認爲是全上海最優雅的路。










南翔灌湯包。南翔的食物其實很普通，名氣大於一切。佳家的小籠包更出色。










寧波湯圓，在豫園裏。還可以吧。但在香港要吃到比它好味的湯圓，不難。




坐了飛機的奇華月餅。







熱烈推介 - 朋友的朋友開的日本餐廳Haiku（桃江路28號乙，電話021 6445 0021）。非常高水準的加洲日本菜。Must try -- 各種各類的卷物（rolls）。未來還可能會在浦東開分店，可想而知餐廳有多成功。

White Lotus Paste, Creamy Egg Custard or Green Tea?

Just finished three mini moon-cakes, all by myself. (BB has yet to fully appreciate the beauty of this heavenly festive food.)

My body is now full of sugar and carbohydrates, and though I am not proud of it, I am determined not to let my South Beach Diet stand between me and my moon-cakes. After all, Mid-Autumn Festival only comes once a year.

BB and I will be in Shanghai in the next few days. Wonder if the moon there will be fuller and brighter?

老。

今年，發現自己開始老了。例子如下:

1） 越來越抗拒現代流行樂壇（什麽是Krusty？是蘋果批嗎？爲何張繼聰的化妝要像僵屍般厚，還要戴副恐怖淺啡con？），覺得不知所謂。喜歡聼舊歌。（你聼過“別在下雨天偷偷的哭泣”嗎？張克帆的歌，很動聽。還有“一首傷心的歌”，黃韻玲的作品。）
2） 很想重看“仙樂瓢瓢處處聞”。
3） 覺得中秋一定要吃月餅，最好玩埋楊桃燈籠。（我已幾年沒有吃月餅了。）
4） 開始喜歡跟長輩相處，即是真心喜歡那種，不是只爲了尊敬老人家而已。喜歡聼他們說舊時。他們的故事，比“歲月風雲”精彩百倍（雖然我一集都沒看過）。
5） 已經追不上亦不想再追電腦新科技了（枉我以前還是IT律師，真丟臉）。懂得玩FaceBook已是我的極限。（什麽是Web 2.1？還有Web 3.0？）
6） 想陪媽媽看大戲。篤篤撐果D。

Outrageous Joy.

Remember some days ago I wrote about the best sermon I have ever been preached? Well, you can listen to it too! The title is "Outrageous Joy".

小報告。

• 昨晚去了大學舊友的婚宴。碰上不少久沒聯絡的同學，其中一個在年底會去競選區議會！！（“我近排好忙，要做好多地區工作呀，免費法律咨詢呀，義工呀，咁囉”）。令我這個只有3粒腦細胞，發夢想做收銀員啊戲院帶位啊（其實最好什麽都不做，日日夜夜在家吃薯片看電視）的師奶有點面紅羞愧。

• 十月要去巴黎公幹。爲什麽每個人一聽到“巴黎”就覺得這趟差一定會出得很愉快呢？我要坐13小時經濟客位喎！我8日要對住我個癲狂症客戶喎！可能一啲shopping時間都冇喎！出差從來都是慘絕人寰的活動。

• 好友訂婚了。問我，如果在澳門舉行婚宴，朋友會否嫌遠而拒絕出席？其實，如果你的朋友真的純粹爲了“路途遙遠”這個理由而不出席/勉為其難地出席你的婚禮，他還是你的朋友嗎？真正的朋友是，就算你在阿拉斯加擺酒，他都會穿上17件羽絨，歡天喜地的坐上38小時飛機，去。不為什麽，只是想分享你幸福快樂的一刻。

• 在看E.M. Forster的Where Angels Fear to Tread。以前的淑女連踏單車都被嫌粗魯低俗。好慘。（最慘還是冇薯片冇Coke Zero！)

• 昨天發現我其中一個舊同學，原來一直有看我的blog，粉絲也。一直以爲看我寫的只有小貓數隻，原來還有人不計較我笨拙的文筆，定時會到這裡來，只爲了看看關於我的一些事。這種關心，令我心頭暖暖的。我當初寫，是爲了與朋友們維持連繫（縱然是單向的），現在，目的似是達到了。

For One More Day.

A great story is a story that goes right to your heart.

I love For One More Day, not because it makes me cry (oh boy how it made me cry!), but because it is about family love. As I was reading this book, I thought of my own parents.

Just like all the other books written by Mitch Albom, For One More Day is easy-to-read with a great theme.

Just don't read it in your office. People will wonder why you go all teary-eyed and sniffing and blowing your nose the whole afternoon....

吃。

什麽樣的晚餐最令人吃得快樂？

環境要舒適 --- 椅子坐得舒服，枱與枱之間一定要有足夠空間，我不要聼鄰枱客人的是非八卦或肺腑心事。燈光不要太強，也不要太暗（除非你是跟人偷情）。我要的是舒服，是否用了三千萬豪裝我不管；況且羊毛出自羊身上，這三千萬，是你跟我都有份貢獻的。

食物要好味 --- 新鮮的食物，通常都不會難吃得到哪裏。但除此之外，“好不好吃”其實是很主觀的感受，亦受很多因素影響。拍拖時候，吃什麽也特別好味；相反亦然。亦正如我覺得我爸煮的餸是全世界最美味的。

吃飯的同伴 --- 這便是上段說的“很多因素”其中一個。跟好朋友吃飯，聚聚舊，說說新，讓腦袋暫時放下工作的煩惱，盡情做自己。若是跟相識超過1/4世紀的老朋友吃飯，更妙，就像跟家人吃飯一樣，什麽事也可說，什麽事也可不說，反正說的不說的其實對方都知道了。

只想說，昨晚與好友A在和宴吃的晚餐，是令人吃得快樂的一頓飯。 （本來應是我請客慶祝你生日的，但最後竟是你結帳！謝謝喲。）（還有，那個鹽味雪糕，我還念念不忘。）

腦袋裏已經想着跟A未吃的下一餐了。

I wish you enough.

A friend of mine forwarded to me a meaningful story:

Recently I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said, "I love you and I wish you enough". The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom". They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?".

Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?".

"I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral," she said.

"When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?".

She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone". She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more. "When we said , 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them". Then turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

I guess this echoes my earlier post about Joy. Hope you can rejoice in all circumstances, good or bad. And always count your blessings.

Rejoice!

Happiness is the feeling of pleasure driven by circumstances. (e.g. I am happy because I have a job promotion.)

Joy is the feeling of pleasure beyond/in spite of circumstances - it is a conscious decision to be cheerful no matter what. (e.g. I am joyful even though I am very stressed at work.)

Are you happy or are you joyful?

Yesterday's sermon was one of the best sermons I have ever listened to. Will post the link here when it is available.

我的3粒腦細胞。

可能呀神知道我上星期在公司好閒（平時已經夠閒，但上禮拜悶到放了200隻蚊），於是這個星期要我做番夠本...今天一返到公司開了電腦便做不停，連午餐都沒時間吃。

結局是，我頭痛。好痛嗰隻。

死啦，莫非個腦平時冇乜點用（主要是用來諗吓今晚去邊度吃飯呀，整porcini mushroom salad好定avocado & tuna salad好呀，如果我今個禮拜個飯局唔食甜品可能會再瘦D呀，如果伯伯激嬲我呢就將佢D星球大戰珍藏公仔擺上eBay賣晒佢嘩重唔慘絕人寰嘿嘿，之類之類的事宜），D腦細胞罷工游走晒，依家一開turbo便燒摩打？

或者我應該做份再輕鬆一點的工。不如做收銀。Full-time影印都唔錯。抑或...pet sitter？

3粒腦細胞，可以做什麽？

Big Brother is Watching.

昨天返完教會，一大堆人（題外話：我們這班弟兄姐妹近年開始返不同的教會，所以很久沒有這麽齊人一起在我們的mother church出現，兼且沒有事先約定，所以特別驚喜）去了見城吃午飯。

席間談到internet security。我們當中有朋友是做internet security，他的工作是要到客戶office裏，安裝一些網絡保安系統，監察客戶員工在電腦上的行爲（有沒有看咸濕網站呀，有沒有把公司機密外洩呀，是不是每天都在上網呀，等等）。朋友到客戶office也要偷偷摸摸，要在公司員工全走了（即是黃昏後），才可以開始工作。

我說：“唓，我公司咁cheap，一定唔識亦唔會俾錢做呢D嘢囉！”。換來恐怖答案：“唔係好貴咋喎。”依咦，會不會我公司都有安裝這些spy software？

弊，我每天返工大部分時間都在上網看FaceBook打email寫blog，咪好高危？